Page 11 of Deadly Vows

Aleksandr danced his fingertips along my arm, turning me to face him. Cupping my face gently, he kissed me tenderly. I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with his scent. Pulling him closer, I deepened the kiss, sliding my tongue into his mouth to savor his taste. His cock pushed against me, still hard and ready.

“Do you want more?” I asked, glancing at him from beneath my lashes.

“I always want more of you,” he replied, smacking my ass.

Rolling on top of him, I slid my hand between our bodies, grasping his cock. “I want to taste you on my tongue,” I stated, licking my lips seductively. His cock jerked in my hand, and that was all the confirmation I needed.

I kissed my way from his lips to his abs while crawling backward until I was settled between his thighs. Aleksandr gathered my long hair in his hand, giving me unobstructed access to his cock. I ran my tongue from base to tip, licking the drop of pre-come that sat on the tip like a pearl.

Over and over, I licked his cock, sucking the tip in my mouth while running my fingertips over the shaft. He bucked his hips slightly, and I swirled my tongue around the head. Aleksandr groaned as I sucked his cock into my mouth inch by inch.

When his entire cock was in my mouth, I swallowed, constricting my throat, causing him to moan louder. “Yes…just like that.Fuuuck.“ I sucked him so deeply that my cheeks hollowed.

My tongue swirled and danced along his cock. He tangled his fingers in my hair and began pumping his hips, fucking my mouth. I played with his balls and hummed until he shook with the need to come.

Holding my head in place, he pumped his hips two more times before his release hit, shooting his come down my throat. “Fuck!” he cried out, pumping until he was depleted.

Pulling back, I licked my lips, crawled up his chest, and kissed him deeply.

“Kiska, you’re going to be the death of me,“ he murmured, cradling me in his arms.

“At least you’ll die with a smile,” I teased.

We held each other, enjoying the afterglow until the steady beat of his heart lulled me to sleep.

Chapter 7

Aleksandr

The sound of my fists pounding against the heavy bag echoed through the gym. Each strike was a release, an alleviation of the storm within me. Sweat dripped from my brow, and my knuckles throbbed with the intensity of my rage. The rhythmic thud of my blows was almost hypnotic. Vic killed Mikhail and had taken Talia and the children. Vic had dared to touch what was mine. He had made a grave mistake.

I paused, taking a deep breath and wiping the sweat from my forehead. The bag swung back and forth, a poor substitute for the man I wanted to destroy. My thoughts were a tangled mess of rage. I needed to find Vic. I needed to make him pay.

As I leaned against the wall, trying to steady my breathing, the door to the gym creaked open. Talia stepped inside, her presence a welcome distraction from my dark thoughts. Her eyes, filled with worry, met mine.

“Aleksandr,” she began softly. “The children are scared. They don’t want to leave the mansion.”

I felt a pang of guilt. Sasha and Maxim were too young to be caught up in this nightmare. They deserved to be children, to play and laugh without fear. But Vic’s actions had stolen that innocence from them. First, he kills their father, and then he kidnaps them. I couldn’t let him win. I wouldn’t let him put fear into my family.

I walked over to Talia, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “We won’t let Vic control us. We’ll show him that we’re not afraid.”

She nodded, but the worry in her eyes didn’t fade. “What are you planning to do?”

“We’ll take the kids out,” I said, my voice firm. “We’ll go to the arcade and then get some ice cream. They need to see that life goes on and that they can still have fun despite everything.”

Talia’s lips curved into a small smile. “That sounds like a good idea. They need this.”

As we made our way to the children’s rooms, I couldn’t help but wrestle with my feelings for Talia. She was more than just the mother of my unborn child. She was a beacon of light in the darkness surrounding me aspakhan. But admitting that to myself, let alone to her, felt impossible. I had convinced myself that keeping her at the mansion was solely for the safety of her and our child. It was easier that way.

We found Sasha and Maxim huddled together on the couch in their playroom. Olga was reading a story to them. Their faces lit up when they saw us, but the fear in their eyes was still evident. I crouched down to their level, forcing a smile.

“How about we go out today?” I asked, trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible.

Sasha clung to Maxim tighter, shaking her head no. Maxim shrugged his shoulders noncommittally.

“There’s an indoor arcade not far from here, and then we can get ice cream.”

Maxim’s eyes widened with excitement, but he kept his face expressionless. “Can we play all the games?”

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