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Then he says, "Again, printsessa," as he begins thrusting inside me, stretching my vaginal walls to capacity. I just moan and whimper, unable to speak. I don't have any more to give, yet I feel the sensation taking me over again.
"Don't fight it, Sara, come with me," he says, and with that, I feel myself letting go again, and with one final thrust, he pours his seed into me while my vaginal muscles clench around him and drain every last drop of his essence.
Our bodies collapse together, we are panting.
"Wow," I whisper and earn a chuckle from him.
He slowly pulls out of me, and I immediately miss his presence. He laughs at my attempt at pouting. "We must rest now, Sara, you've worn yourself out today and especially now. Tomorrow we will prepare for the wedding," he says in an accented voice. "Okay," I say, turning over onto my side, snuggling up to him, and falling into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
DIMITRI
Igrip the steering wheel tightly as I drive. Ivan sits silently beside me, letting me gather my thoughts before I speak.
"I have to take her name, Ivan. It's the only way her father will let me marry her."
Ivan nods slowly, taking in this information. "What will happen to the Morozov Bratva then?"
I sigh, having played out this scenario in my head countless times already. "Aleksandr will have to take over. He's the only one I trust to lead in my absence."
"You've shielded him from this life for so long. Do you think he's ready to step up?" Ivan asks cautiously.
"I never wanted him to, but he's strong-willed enough to do it now. Boris won't be able to control him anymore." I smile wryly. "I'm not worried about Aleksandr's ability to lead. He can handle it. What concerns me is how he'll react to the news."
Ivan looks at me questioningly.
"He looks up to me. I love that boy like my own son. But this will make him feel like I chose Sara over him." My grip on the wheel tightens as frustration wells up inside me.
Ivan places a steadying hand on my shoulder. "He'll understand, eventually. Don't let him hear it from someone else first."
I nod, knowing Ivan is right. We are heading there now to tell him.
"I'm with you," Ivan says supportively.
We drive the rest of the way in pensive silence, both turning over this new reality in our minds. I know this path won't be easy, but Sara is worth any sacrifice. She's my light in this dark world. And our child.
I pull up to Aleksandr's house, the tires crunching on the gravel driveway. It's one of the many homes on the 50 acres of land owned by the Bratva. It is where we lived as children. As usual, the room is dark when I enter. I sigh and start opening the curtains to let in some light.
Aleksandr comes out from the back room and breaks into a smile when he sees me. "Dimitri! What are you doing here?" He greets me warmly.
I return the smile, happy to see my brother. "Just came by for a talk.”
Aleksandr enthusiastically greets Ivan as well. Then he frowns slightly at the open curtains. "I thought I told you I prefer keeping the place dark. The sunlight bothers my eyes when I'm working."
I sigh again, knowing his tendency to shut out the light. "You need some fresh air and sun every once in a while. It's not healthy to stay cooped up in the dark all the time."
"I'm fine, don't worry about me," Aleksandr brushes off my concern. He studies me for a moment. "What's going on? You seem upset."
"It's nothing," I lie, not ready to break the news just yet. This needs to be handled delicately.
Aleksandr doesn't seem convinced, but he doesn't push me. "Well, let me get you and Ivan some beers at least."
He disappears into the kitchen while I take a seat on the leather couch. My mind is heavy with the weight of what I must tell him. But right now, I just want to spend time with him before everything changes.
I watch as Ivan casually wanders around Aleksandr's living room, peeking into drawers and cabinets. He's always been protective, watching out for potential threats, even in the most familiar of spaces.
Ivan pauses as he opens one drawer, pulling out a pistol . He holds it up questioningly, meeting my gaze. I can't help but smirk a little, despite the implication that Aleksandr feels the need to have a hidden gun.
