Page 97 of Forced Bratva Prisoner

“I’m so proud of you, Sasha. I really am. We all are, actually. What you’ve managed to achieve, turning your father’s business around like that—it’s incredible.”

“Thanks, babe, that means a lot.”

Chiara leans back again and tilts her chin towards Leon. “You know, I’ve never seen him happier. He’s really come out of his shell and opened up as a person since he met you. He’s always smiling now.”

“I think a big part of it was being able to let go of all his hurt and anger towards my father.”

“It might have been a big part, but I think you were the biggest part in his change.”

“Well, he’s changed me, too. He’s changed my entire life. Not a day goes by when I’m not thankful that I met him.”

“You two are incredible together,” she smiles.

The family reunion party is so much fun. Leon and I dance, and all the kids run their energy out after too many sugary treats. By the time we get Calum home, he’s so tired he doesn’t even want a bedtime story. He just snuggles into his pillow and falls asleep right away.

Leon chuckles. “Well, seeing as he’s all tucked in, how about I tuck you in?” He swoops me into his arms and grins as he carries me to our bedroom.

He lowers me to my feet at the side of the bed. His warm blue eyes pierce into mine, and my heart flip-flops in my chest. He still gives me butterflies when he looks at me like this.

“Thank you for everything, Sasha.”

I tilt my head. “For what?”

“For everything. For being you. For choosing me. For being the most beautiful mother to our son. Just—for everything. I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

I stand on my tiptoes to kiss him as warmth spreads through me.

His hands travel over my back, pulling the zipper of my dress open. He smiles as my dress falls to the floor at my feet and I start kicking my high heels off.

“Mm. Leaves those on.” He grins as I stand naked in my stilettos, his eyes roaming over my body.

He pulls his shirt open, and I grin as I lie on the bed, spreading my legs open.

“Fuck, that is a beautiful pussy,” he growls, walking naked towards the bed and laying his body over mine. He runs his hand over my breasts, down my stomach and between my legs, slipping his fingers inside me.

I moan softly and arch my hips against his touch.

“My little flower,” he whispers, then presses his lips against mine and kisses me while he lets his fingers slide in and out of me.

His cock is rock-hard and pressed against my thigh.

I’m so turned on, all I want is to feel him inside me.

I wiggle away from his hand. “I want you to fuck me,” I whisper breathlessly.

“Say it again.”

“I want to feel your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me.”

He grins and rubs his cock over my pussy.

“You want this?”

“All of it,” I nod, biting my lip.

He slowly presses his cock into me, teasing me, rocking back out again when I try and lift my hips towards him.

I wiggle in annoyance, and he laughs.

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