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“Daddy’s not through with you just yet,” he murmured, before his mouth latched onto my clit once more.

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but ride the waves of pleasure crashing over me. And through it all, Aleksei didn’t stop. He didn’t let up, not for a single second.

He kept me suspended in that haze of bliss, wringing orgasm after orgasm from my trembling body. Until, finally, when I thought I couldn’t take any more, when the pleasure had become a pain so acute that I didn’t know how to bear it, he slowed.

His fingers stilled inside of me, his mouth softening against my overworked clit.

I collapsed back onto the bed, panting and gasping, my body slick with sweat. Aleksei lifted his head, his gaze meeting mine, and a slow, satisfied smile spread across his face.

“There you are,” he crooned, his voice low and possessive. “My sweet little girl. You did so well, taking everything Daddy gave you.”

I shuddered, his words washing over me like a caress. My body felt heavy, sated, like I was floating on a cloud of bliss. Aleksei moved up the bed, his strong arms wrapping around me and pulling me close.

He held me against his chest, his fingers trailing through my hair, his heartbeat steady and comforting beneath my ear as my tears flowed down my cheeks.

I sighed, the sound soft and content. This was where I belonged.

In Daddy’s arms.

And in his bed.

CHAPTER 20

Amy

I woke up slowly, feeling the warmth of Aleksei’s body wrapped around mine. For a moment, I let myself relax into him, savoring the heat of his embrace. His arm was draped over my waist, holding me close against him, his chest rising and falling steadily behind me. For a second, it almost felt like everything was normal, like this was something I could get used to.

But then the memories of last night came rushing back—his hands on my body, his firm command, his mouth between my thighs as he made me come over and over again. My cheeks heated, and I tried to shift away, only for his arm to tighten around me, keeping me in place.

I swallowed hard, the familiar mix of desire and panic rising in my chest.

What was I doing?

I was in bed with my boss—a man who clearly had dangerous connections, a man who had practically forced me to surrender to him. And yet… I couldn’t deny how much I’d enjoyed it.

I turned my head just enough to glance at his face. Even in sleep, there was a certain hardness to his features, like he was never completely at ease. His dark hair was tousled, a few strands falling over his forehead, and his lips were slightly parted, softening his usual severe expression.

“Good morning, baby girl,” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep. His eyes opened slowly, those steel-gray irises locking onto mine, and I could see the satisfaction there, the same confidence that had unnerved me from the start.

“Morning,” I whispered back.

Before I could say anything else, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Stay here,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “I’m going to make you breakfast.”

I blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift in his tone. One minute he was this demanding, domineering presence, and the next, he was acting like a doting lover.

It was confusing, but also… oddly endearing.

I watched as he slipped out of bed, his broad back and muscled frame disappearing into the hallway. For a moment, I just lay there, trying to process everything. But the truth was the longer I stayed here, the more I realized I didn’t want to leave.

A few minutes later, the smell of coffee and something savory drifted into the bedroom, and I couldn’t help the small smile thattugged at my lips. Reluctantly, I pushed myself out of bed and padded down the hallway.

The kitchen was bright with morning light, and Aleksei was standing at the stove, his movements smooth and efficient. He’d rolled up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt, revealing the strong lines of his forearms, the tattoos peeking out from beneath the fabric. He looked completely at home, like he did this every morning.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay in bed?” he asked without turning around, his voice teasing.

I crossed my arms over my chest, leaning against the doorway. “I don’t take orders very well.”

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