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tasting the sweet tang of breast milk as it trickled into his mouth. Instead of continuing to fight him, Becki whimpered.
    “Feel good, fată?” he asked quietly.
    “Y-yes,” she said shakily.
    Moving down to her stomach, he took a moment to nuzzle against her extra weight before sliding even lower.
    Ah…God.
    He needed her.
    “You’re fucking perfect,” he said hoarsely, looking up her naked body to her beautiful face. “I’m so fucking hard right now. That’s how bad I want my wife, my beautiful fucking wife.”
    With pure emotion gleaming in her eyes, Becki trembled beneath him. Feeling triumphant and grinning from ear to ear, he buried his face between her legs. And when she was nothing but a hot, writhing mess, he reared up over her and pushed inside.
    She gripped his back, crying out. “Oh God…Nico…God…yes.”
    Becki continued to cry out through her orgasm, and knowing their daughter was going to wake up any second now, Nico pounded into her like a jackhammer, following her over just as Michaela began to cry.
    “Crap,” Becki hissed, trying to push him off her.
    “Wait,” he said with a groan.
    “No, Nico,” she demanded . “Get off me.”
    He reluctantly left the warmth of his wife and rolled onto his side. Jumping out of bed, Becki dressed quickly and hurried across their trailer to where their daughter was screaming for her breakfast. Lifting Michaela from the cradle Nico had made her, Becki took a seat on the couch, wrapped them both in a thick woolen blanket, and gave the hungry copil her breast.
    Observing them, watching Becki feed Michaela, Nico’s heart felt full. He was happy, happier than he’d ever been, and he’d owed all that to Becki. Other than the dangers lurking outside their camp, other than losing several dozen clan members since this bullshit had begun last spring, other than his little brother, Nicu, just up and disappearing…yeah, other than all of that, there was just one thing wrong in Nico’s world.
    His clan baró, Tobar Popa, was Michaela’s actual tată. Not Hockey, Becki’s deceased husband, but Tobar, the man she’d been sneaking around with behind Hockey’s back.
    And Tobar, in Nico’s opinion, was a first-rate asshole. A first-rate asshole with a whole lot of sway within the clan.
    Once Nico had married Becki after she’d given birth, Tobar had come clean to the clan, owning up to the fact that Michaela was his, and Becki—damn her—had agreed to let him be a father to Michaela. Now Tobar was abusing that privilege, using the time he was spending with Michaela to worm his way back into Becki’s good graces. Normally, Nico wouldn’t have given Tobar and his bullshit a second thought…if he could know for certain his recalcitrant wife actually loved him.
    She liked him enough. Well, she’d liked him enough to sleep with him before he forced her into marriage. Yes, forced. He’d literally swept her up off her feet and taken her home with him. He hadn’t tied her up, like most Roma do when their wife of choice would fight them. At that point, she’d been too far along in her pregnancy for him to manhandle her, but he had barricaded the door and watched her like a hawk until the allotted three days’ time had passed and he could legally declare her his. Now, she couldn’t leave him .
    Right?
    Wrong. Tobar was baró now, and he was the only clan member who could declare Nico’s marriage to Becki null and void. And more than likely, he would happily find a way around the Romani law that clearly stated only a man could request a divorce. Nico could see it now, Becki getting pissed off about something trivial and running to Tobar, begging him to grant her a divorce.
    Nico was not going to let that happen.
    He was determined to make his wife love him. Although, seeing as how it was a fight just to get her to perform her marital obligations to him, he didn’t foresee this as an easy task by any means.
    Sighing, Nico swung his long legs out of bed and