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My balls tightened as I continued to fuck her through her orgasm. Two more hard thrusts and my cum shot into her ass, marking her again. I pushed into her until my balls were empty, collapsing on top of her. Putting my weight on my forearms, I stayed in her ass until my cock went soft.

Slowly pulling out, I watched the cum drip down her thighs. A deep sense of satisfaction surged through me, knowing I marked her pussy and her ass with my seed. She belongs to me, and I will never let her go.

Chapter 27

Talia

I reclined on the soft bed in my room, still enveloped in the warm afterglow of the morning’s encounter with Aleksandr. His touch lingered on my skin like a promise fulfilled, and I couldn’t suppress the tender smile that curved my lips as I traced the faint bruises left by his fingertips. The memory of his hands, both possessive and gentle, sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire deep within me.

The clock’s ticking reminded me of the day moving forward, its steady beat a soundtrack to my swirling thoughts. I would love to lie here all day in post-orgasmic bliss, but Sandy expects me to figure out how to escape the mansion so we can lay low in San Francisco. The thought of our plan felt like a distantdream now, blurred by the unexpected tenderness of Aleksandr and the unsettling truth of our situation. I needed to stay sharp, but the lure of Aleksandr’s presence was a potent distraction.

Before I could devise a plan, a knock on the door broke my reverie. Nikolai’s voice, deep and reassuring, called out, “Talia, are you decent?”

“Come in, Nikolai.” I greeted him with a sincere smile. Despite being one of my guards in this makeshift prison, he’s a nice man. His presence was a strange comfort amidst the chaos.

“Aleksandr needs you. Come.” Nikolai led the way to the examination room where Aleksandr was waiting.

“What’s going on?” I questioned, my eyes narrowing suspiciously as I studied his face.

“Sit,” Aleksandr ordered, pointing to the examination table. The authoritative tone in his voice left little room for argument.

“Why? What’s happening? I feel fine.” Crossing my arms over my chest, I stood my ground, ignoring how his eyebrows snapped together in irritation.

Before he could respond, Dr. Daria entered with her usual air of brisk efficiency, dressed in a pristine white button-down shirt and black pencil skirt. Her presence was calming and intimidating, a paradox that made her an excellent doctor.

“Talia,” she greeted cheerfully. “How are you feeling?”

“Hi, Dr. Daria. I’m surprised to see you here.” I couldn’t help but feel a pang of anxiety.

“I was in the neighborhood, so I decided to check on you.” She smiled softly, placing a stethoscope on my chest. “Breathein. Good, now breathe out slowly. Good. So, tell me how you’re feeling today.”

“Well, my shoulder is slightly sore, but other than that, I feel good.” I glanced at Aleksandr sheepishly, hoping Dr. Daria didn’t see the faint bruises he left on my body this morning. The memory of how it felt when he pinned me down on the bed heated my core.

“Let’s take a look at your shoulder.” After a cursory examination of the wound, she moved on.

Dr. Daria’s gaze flickered to her notes, and the question weighing heavily on my mind spilled out. “Is that the paternity test?” I asked tentatively.

“It is,” she replied calmly, her eyes steady and reassuring.

I watched Aleksandr closely, trying to discern any hint of anticipation. As usual, his features were a mask of controlled composure, but a flicker of emotion betrayed him for a split second.

“The test confirmed the baby’s father is Aleksandr. Congratulations,” she said, holding her hand out to Aleksandr.

The confirmation was reassurance that Aleksandr was indeed the father. I caught a fleeting glimpse of a smile tugging at his lips, quickly concealed behind his usual mask of solemnity. Relief washed over me, mingled with the lingering uncertainty of our complicated circumstances.

“Would you like to know the sex of the baby?” Dr. Daria asked expectantly.

“No,” I blurted.

“Yes,” Aleksandr remarked at the same time.

Dr. Daria chuckled. “Alright, let’s have a look, and I promise not to tell you if it’s a boy or girl, Talia.”

I held my breath as the ultrasound machine hummed softly, the screen illuminating with the delicate flutter of a heartbeat. That’s my baby.Ourbaby. A warm feeling rushed over me as I watched the screen. I’m going to be a mom. The thought filled a hole in my heart that I didn’t know existed.

Aleksandr caught me peeking at him from under my lashes and smiled softly. “The baby has a strong heartbeat,” he declared. “He will be a strong Avilov heir.”

“And if it’s a girl?” I teased, my voice lightening the tension in the room.