The orgasm rips through me without warning. I scream his name, my pussy clamping down hard around his shaft in pulsing waves, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure floods my body. My vision whites out, thighs shaking, breasts pressed tight to his chest as I come apart on top of him.
Alexei doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me through it, hard and deep, growling filthy praise into my ear. “Good girl. Such a good fucking girl coming so prettily for me. This cunt is squeezing me so tight. Fuck,Roza, I’m going to fill you up.”
His rhythm falters, thrusts turning erratic. With a guttural roar, he slams me down onto his cock one last time and comes hard, flooding me with thick, hot spurts of cum. I feel every pulse, every jet as he empties himself deep inside me, claiming me completely.
We stay locked together, panting, his cock still twitching inside me as the aftershocks roll through both of us. His arms wrap around me, holding me close, his lips pressing soft kisses to my sweaty temple.
“Fuck,Roza,” he murmurs, voice rough but tender now. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”
I smile against his neck, still impaled on his cock, feeling his cum already leaking out around where we’re joined. “Good,” I whisper. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you tonight.”
He chuckles darkly, hands sliding down to grip my ass possessively. “Neither am I, wife. Neither am I.”
We fuck for hours until neither of us has any breath or energy left. Completely depleted, we’re slumped on our backs next to each other on the bed, sweaty and spent.
Alexei gathers me in his arms and pulls the covers over both of us.
I press my face into his chest, inhaling the musky scent of him and our mixed sweat and arousals. For the first time in my life, I feel like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.
Not because of a contract. Not because of a debt.
Because I chose this.
And so did he.
EPILOGUE
ALEXEI
Ipush open the door to our penthouse, rain still clinging to my coat from the long drive back from the warehouse meet. I rushed home because it’s our one-year anniversary.
One full year since we stood in front of that chaplain, both of us miserable, thinking we’d have to make the best of a situation neither of us wanted.
Instead, my life withRozahas become something I never let myself think possible as a Bratva member. It’s steady, warm, real.
She’s buried in online college classes now. She’s pre-law. Her laptop is always open on the dining table with case files and textbooks scattered like she’s already arguing in front of a judge. My wife, the budding lawyer. The thought still makes my chest swell with a pride so fierce it hurts.
But tonight, the apartment is quiet except for the soft rustle of fabric coming from the living room. I follow the sound,anticipating the sweetness of my wife washing away the hard reality of the Bratva life.
I round the corner and stop dead.
Rozais kneeling on the thick rug in the middle of the floor, surrounded by an open cardboard box. Tiny onesies, little knitted hats, and pastel sleepers are piled around her in soft heaps. She’s wearing one of my dress shirts and nothing else, and it’s riding high on her bare, juicy thighs. Her dark hair is twisted up in a messy knot, a few strands loose against her neck. She holds up a tiny blue onesie, folding it carefully with that soft, focused expression she gets when she’s thinking about the future.
The sight hits me like a gut punch.
My wife, sorting through baby clothes another Bratva wife passed along because her own kid outgrew them. Three months ago, she looked me in the eye and said she’d taken her IUD out because she was ready. We’ve been trying, fucking like animals every chance we get. Her legs wrapped around me while I growl promises into her ear.
But this sight, these tiny clothes, makes it more real. My seed could already be taking root inside her, turning that soft belly round with my child.
My cock hardens instantly, thick and heavy against the front of my slacks. Heat floods my veins, raw and possessive.
I want her swollen.
I want her marked in the most permanent way. I want a family with her so badly it’s become an ache I carry every single day.
“Roza,” I rasp, my voice already wrecked.
She looks up, sky-blue eyes widening in that way that always undoes me. A shy smile curves her lips. “Hey. Liza dropped this box off today, when she heard we are…”
