His empress to Claim (Book Three)

23. Chapter Twenty-Three.

Dimitri's pov

I leaned back in my leather chair in my office, the room illuminated by the soft glow of the overhead lights. The faint hum of activity within the mafia mansion was drowned out by the soft cries echoing in the room. My sharp eyes darted towards the source of the sound, the baby monitor on my desk, the unmistakable wail of my newborn baby.

I pushed myself up from my desk, abandoning the stack of papers that detailed my illicit dealings. I had always been a man of power and control, but when it came to my family, I melted into a different person altogether.

I made my way down the ornate hallway, the plush carpet muffling my footsteps. At the end of the corridor, a soft glow of light spilled from the partially open bedroom door. As I approached, I could hear Rena's soothing voice, murmuring sweet words to our son, Demetrius.

I pushed the door open, revealing the tender scene before me. Rena sat in a comfortable chair, cradling our precious baby against her chest. The room was bathed in the gentle glow of a nightlight, casting a warm halo around my woman and child.

Rena looked up, her eyes meeting mine. A smile tugged at her lips as she adjusted Demetrius at her breast. I couldn't help but feel my heart swell with love and pride as I watched my life nourishing our child, her devotion to our family radiating from her.

I crossed the room silently, kneeling beside Rena. I reached out, gently caressing the baby's soft, downy hair with my calloused fingers. Demetrius's cries had faded into contented coos as he nursed, blissfully unaware of the dangerous world his father inhabited.

My gaze never left Rena's face, a mixture of adoration and protectiveness washing over me for the two. In this quiet moment, surrounded by the baggage of my criminal empire, I couldn't help but marvel at the precious life I had helped create. Rena, our son, and the love that bound us together were my true sanctuary in a world filled with shadows and secrets.

The tranquil ambiance was enveloped by the soft sounds of Demetrius nursing, a gentle lullaby of maternal tenderness.

"Dimitri," Rena mused with a trace of amusement, "he's taking in his third meal within a mere three hours. It seems he's inherited your uncontrollable appetite."

I couldn't resist the opportunity to playfully tease her, my eyes dancing with affection as I watched her smile while feeding our son. "Well, my dear, if it involves you, then I'd say a little greed is entirely justifiable." Rena's laughter filled the room.

"As if one of you waking me up early in the mornings isn't enough, now I have two hungry boys with appetites that seem to know no limits," Rena lamented with a playful smirk, her eyes dancing with amusement.

"I must admit, Rena, I'd gladly welcome being overfed by your culinary talents," I replied, a mischievous twinkle in my eye. "But instead, I find myself perpetually starved, yearning for the delectable taste of your perfectly sweet creations."

My hand slipped ever so slightly between her thighs making sure she knew exactly what I was talking, tracing the contours that had occupied my thoughts throughout the day.

Rena's fingers found mine, her grip firm as if holding our world together. In the hushed stillness of this room, amid the serenity of the moment, I couldn't help but feel my love for them, my greatest vulnerability and my unshakable strength, surge with an intensity that left me breathless.

"You certainly have a knack for turning the most beautiful moments into something rather... suggestive," she gently pushed my hand away, her tone playful but her eyes filled with affection.

My hand found its way between her thighs once more, and I couldn't help but notice how she hadn't closed them the first time, a silent invitation that fueled my desire. My Rena, wanted it just as bad as I do.