Page 65 of Bratva Queen

“It is now, Alek, it’s all yours.” With that, he rolled us over and plowed into me. “Ah!” I released loudly.

He sat back on his knees and pulled my leg up against his chest, sliding his hand against my white skin and kissing my calf against his shoulder. I pushed up and hooked my leg over his shoulder, angling my hips so he slid even deeper into me.

“Fuck,” he groaned, starting a rhythm with his hips until my body was bouncing against his. Every part of me wobbled, mostly my boobs. I watched his eyes study my body with admiration, before they flicked up to mine with a fiery gaze.

He felt so good pumping into me, my fingers began scrunching up the sheets and my back began to arch, as I felt the burning desire burst out from inside me. “Yes! Alek!” I called his name out loud, louder than ever before.

With a growling moan he gave into the moment and leaned over me, putting his hand against the wall for leverage so he could surge into me with every ounce of adrenaline he had in his big, beautiful body. “Aaah, Isabel!”

He came into me. As I floated down from my climax, I watched him buck and shiver from his. I didn’t even want him to pull out, so I dropped my leg and pulled his body down against mine. His weight was nearly crushing me but I held him there, kissing his cheek, his neck, and his shoulder as he throbbed inside of me.

“I love you so much,” I whispered.

“God, I love you, forever,” he replied.

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“I stayedin that cabin for about three months. It was weird, loving such a small and rudimentary home after living in that mansion for years. It felt safe and intimate, compared to the long, silent corridors of the Koslov house.”

“Weren’t you scared someone would find you out there alone?” Dmitry asked, looking broody and doubtful. It was clear that Stepan had gotten to him the most. While Misha was cool headed and Ivan hopeful, Dmitry always seemed angry.

“Yes, I was. There was one day I heard a gunshot and panicked. I killed the fire, shut all the blinds and hid under the bed. I listened, and I heard voices far down the hill. A second gunshot, then no more after that.”

“Was someone else being buried out there?” Ivan asked.

“No,” I chuckled. “It was just hunters. I peeped through the blinds and saw two men carrying this huge elk far away. With the white snow, they were hard to miss.”

“Wow… that’s hectic PTSD to have.” Misha nodded sadly.

“Yes, well,” I shrugged. “It helped harden me to become the woman I am today.”

“The woman who left her kids behind to build an empire?” Dmitry asked.

I quietened, then leaned forward against the table and spoke softly. “I missed you boys every day. Alek had to be at the house with you most days but he came back on the weekends and told me everything you’d all been up to. I’m truly sorry it had to be that way but, I also hope you understand that Stepan would have killed me had I come back.”

“Yeah, of course we understand that,” Misha replied, giving Dmitry a dirty look. “We want to know the rest. How did you end up in Saint Petersburg? Why didn’t you return when Stepan was dead?”

“Well, in the cabin I quickly realized I was pregnant.” I smiled, looking at Maxim whose eyes shot up to mine. “And no matter how warm and safe the cabin felt… It was no place to raise a child. So, Alek sent me to live with his brother in Saint Petersburg.” I looked down at my fingers. “He didn’t want to. He didn’t want to stay in Moscow and be away from me and our son but he had to… Because even if he did convince Stepan to let him return to the Saint Petersburg bratva, people would have seen him with a family. Word would get back to Stepan. Stepan would have wanted to meet us… There were just way too many risks.”

“Why didn’t he visit? Just once? Why didn’t he want to meet me?” Maxim asked, looking pained.

“He did, my love.” Maxim’s eyes widened at my answer. “You won’t remember but, in the first few years of your life he managed to visit in secret and hold you in his arms. But as soon as you turned five, we agreed that you shouldn’t know him as your father. It was the most difficult decision he’d ever made; I’ll promise you that.” I started to tear up, quickly wiping at my eyes because it felt selfish to claim heartbreak after everything my sons had been through. “But he wanted you to grow up without missing him. To have a father slip in and out of your life, as a child, it’s tough to understand. You would have been hurt over and over again every time he left.”

“Just like you two were, your whole lives.” Misha said quietly.

“Yes.”

Chapter26

Isabel

When I arrived in Saint Petersburg, Gregori was awaiting me at the train station. I realized it was Aleksei’s brother because his eyes had the same shape and his nose had the same curve to it. The glaring difference, however, was how he carried himself with so much ease and charm. He was leaning with his shoulder against the wall, looking handsome in an expensive suit with his hands stuffed in his pockets, while smiling at a young lady passing by. She was on the arm of her husband, but he didn’t seem perturbed by that.

I shook my head and approached him. “Gregori?”

He stood up straight, smiling widely. “The famous Miss Isabel.” He held out his hand with a polite nod of his head. “Wonderful to finally meet you.”

“Likewise. Alek told me a lot about you.”

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