Page 59 of Deadly Devotion

“I don’t want to be alone,” I admitted, my voice breaking. “I’m scared, Aleksandr.”

He stroked my hair gently. “You’re safe here, with me.”

The tension in my body began to ease as his warmth enveloped me. I looked up at him, our faces inches apart. His eyes softened, and we stared at each other for a moment. Then, as if drawn by an invisible force, our lips met in a slow, tentative kiss.

The kiss deepened, a rush of heat spreading through me. Aleksandr’s hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer. My fingers traced the lines of his muscles, careful to avoid the fresh bandage. He groaned softly against my lips, the sound sending a thrill through me.

Before I knew it, he was feasting on my mouth. My heart beat frantically as the world outside ceased to exist, and we lost ourselves in each other. With one hand, he pulled open his pants, freeing his cock.

I stripped off my pajamas and stood naked before him. Sliding his hands over my ass, he cupped my cheeks, pulling me into him. His long, pulsing cock pressed along my wet slit. Reaching down, I grasped him in my hand, sliding my fingertips along his shaft.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, gritting his teeth. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he lifted me up, positioning me over his cock.The tip pressed into my pussy as he sucked on my breasts. Suddenly he dropped me, his cock spearing into me. I cried out, bracing my hands on his shoulders for balance. He gripped my waist, moving me to drive his cock in deeper. When I’m fully seated on him, he kisses me firmly on my mouth.

“Ride me,” he commands, smacking my ass, getting my full attention.

I close my eyes, relishing the sensation of his balls pressing against my ass. My pussy is stretched wide, swallowing every inch of his cock. I begin impaling myself on him over and over. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pins me in place.

“Look at me,” he growls.

I open my eyes, as Aleksandr pistons in and out of me, never breaking eye contact. Reaching between us, I touch my clit, rubbing it with my finger as he fucks me ruthlessly. My inner muscles tighten around his cock as pleasure crackles down my spine. I chase my orgasm, rolling my clit between my fingers.

Holding me tightly, he slams me down on his cock, thrusting up each time. I choke on a scream as my pussy clenches around his cock, an orgasm bursting through me. His eyes glaze as his release hits, jets of cum shooting out of his cock, filling me up.

Kissing me tenderly, he holds me until the last wave of my orgasm subsides. Gently lifting me, he slides his cock out of my pussy and then lays me on my side on the bed. Tucking me into his body, he pulls the blanket up, kissing me one last time.

“Sleep,kiska,” he encourages.

That night, I found solace in Aleksandr’s arms, our connection a silent vow to protect each other from the darknessthreatening to consume us. Whatever came next, I knew we would face it together.

Chapter 39

Aleksandr

I awoke to the soft glow of morning light filtering through the heavy curtains of my bedroom. Talia’s warmth was a comforting weight against me, her hair a dark cascade over the pillow we shared. For a moment, the world felt almost normal. Almost. I traced a finger along her cheek, admiring the softness of her skin. She stirred slightly but didn’t wake, her breath steady and even. Her delicate features relaxed, and the peacefulness of her slumber seemed to mock the turmoil within me.

A part of me ached to stay there, to lose myself in the quiet peace of her presence. But peace wasn’t part of my future. Especially not with Vic looming in the shadows, threatening to unravel everything. Carefully, I removed myself fromTalia’s embrace, moving with the practiced stealth of someone accustomed to sneaking through danger. Her warmth lingered on my skin, a reminder of what I stood to lose. I paused at the doorway, casting one last glance back at her. A tangled mix of emotions churned within me: protectiveness, longing, guilt.

The mansion was quiet as I walked the hallways to my office. It was cold compared to the warmth of my bedroom, the chill seeping into my bones. The heavy wooden desk was littered with files and a half-empty glass of vodka from the night before. I downed the rest of the vodka, the burn in my throat grounding me in the present, and then reached for my phone. I needed to speak with Dimitri about Vic. We needed a plan to end thatmudakonce and for all.

Dialing Dimitri’s number, I waited two rings before he answered. “Brat,“ I said when he picked up. “We need to meet. Somehow, Vic got Talia’s phone number and called her.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line. “When and where?” Dimitri growled, his voice thick with anger.

“In an hour at the café near the square.”

“I’ll be there,” he replied, and the line went dead.

Quietly, I walked through the hallways, checking on Sasha and Maxim before slipping back into my bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I gazed at Talia, sleeping peacefully. Despite all the wrongs I’ve done, I ended up with this beautiful woman who was carrying my baby. Brushing a tendril of hair away from her cheek, I leaned down and gently kissed her lips. Her eyes fluttered open, immediately focusing on my face.

“Good morning,” she whispered, her voice still husky with sleep.

“I’m leaving to meet Dimitri. Stay with Olga and the children today.”

Reaching out, she trailed her fingertips down my arm. “Do you have to leave?” she asked, her eyes wide and pleading.

“As much as I’d love to stay here and pleasure you all day, I need to devise a plan to eliminate Vic.”

She sat upright, her eyebrows pinched together in concern. “Please be careful. We don’t know what Vic is planning to do.”