Deadly Vows (Avilov Bratva #2)

10. Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Talia

Aleksandr stood near the windows, admiring the city’s twinkling lights with a glass of brandy. I hesitated for a moment, watching him. His back was to me, and I wondered what was going through his mind.

Placing my sparkling cider on the cocktail table, I walked forward, the marble floor cold against my bare feet. “Aleksandr,” I said softly. “I need to ask you something,” I continued, my heart beating faster. “About your past.”

He turned to face me, his blue eyes locking onto mine with that intense gaze that always commands my attention. He said nothing at first, just studied me in a way that made me feel seen and scrutinized all at once.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” I added quickly, unsure how to approach this with him.

He leaned back against the window frame, the city’s distant lights flickering across his face. “What do you want to know?” His voice was low, guarded.

I swallowed. “About your relationships… before.”

The air between us stilled, and he stayed silent for a few minutes. “There were no relationships,” he said, his tone flat, detached. “Not in the way you’re thinking.”

I took a step closer. “What does that mean?”

He slowly raked his fingers through his hair as if trying to find the right words. “It means,” he began, “that I never stayed. I’d sleep with a woman one time, and that was it. I didn’t do… relationships.”

There was no shame in his voice, no hesitation. It was a simple fact for him, something that he had accepted long ago. But for me, it was a surprise. I had expected him to say something like that, but hearing it was different.

“Why?” I asked, even though I knew. His world, his life, wasn’t built for connection. But I needed to hear it from him.

Aleksandr’s gaze flicked away for a moment toward the city outside. His jaw tightened before he spoke again, the words heavy. “Because in my world, Talia, everyone dies eventually. You get too close to someone, and they either leave or they get killed. It’s just a matter of time.”

He paused, his eyes returning to mine, and I saw something I hadn’t seen before. Fear. Not the kind of fear that comes from enemies or danger but the kind that comes from losing someone.

“That’s why I don’t… why I can’t get close. Not to anyone. Not to you. It’s not safe for you, Talia.”

I stared at him, my heart breaking a little at the admission. Aleksandr was always the one in control, always the one with the answers. But now, I realized he wasn’t as invincible as I had thought. There was a vulnerability in him, a fragility he kept hidden under layers of cold detachment and power.

But here he was, opening up to me in a way I doubted he had ever done with anyone else. And it made me love him more.

“You don’t have to be afraid of that with me,” I said softly, taking another step closer. My hand reached out instinctively, my fingers brushing his arm. “Nothing’s going to happen to me, Aleksandr. Or the baby.”

At the mention of the baby, his eyes flitted to my stomach. I could see his turmoil, the war he was fighting between his feelings for me and the world he was trapped in.

“You can’t promise that,” he said quietly, his voice rough.

“You can’t live your whole life waiting for something terrible to happen,” I pressed gently, my voice steady despite my swirling emotions. “Aleksandr, you’ve built walls around yourself, but I’m not going anywhere. I’m here. And I’m not afraid.”

He stared at me, and for a long moment, neither of us spoke. The silence stretched, charged with everything we weren’t saying.

Finally, Aleksandr sighed, running a hand down his face. “I don’t know how to do this, Talia. I’ve never -” He stopped himself, his voice catching, and I saw the struggle in his eyes.

“I don’t know how to be with someone,” he confessed. “Not like this. Not with you.”

My heart ached for him. For the man beneath the hard exterior, the man who was terrified of what it meant to feel, to love.

“You don’t have to know everything right now,” I whispered, stepping even closer until there was almost no space left between us. “Just let yourself feel it. Whatever it is. You don’t have to shut me out. We can do this. We have to try.”

I cupped his face, my thumb brushing lightly against his jaw. “You’re not alone anymore, Aleksandr. You don’t have to be.”

For the first time, I saw his walls begin to crack just a little.

Aleksandr dug his fingers into my hair, tilting my face up as he stared into my eyes. My breath felt trapped in my throat every second I was under his intense gaze. Before I knew what was happening, his mouth was on mine, devouring me like I was the last meal he’d ever have. The kiss was forceful and passionate, and I felt like I was on fire.

He slid his tongue into my mouth, sucking and exploring while digging his hips into mine, spiking my level of arousal. Yanking on my hair, he broke the kiss, forcing my head back to look him in the eyes.

“You’re mine, Talia. And I’m going to fuck you until I brand every inch of you.” He hastily removed my clothes until I was naked and pressed up against the window. “Open your legs,” he commanded.

The glass was cold against my back, and I felt utterly vulnerable, as if the entire city could see me. But I obeyed and slowly spread my legs open. He hiked my right leg over his shoulder, and I felt the tip of his tongue swirl around my clit. My head fell against the glass as I held onto his broad shoulders.

His tongue fluttered between my wet folds, owning me with every stroke. He reached up and pinched my nipple as he sucked, licked, and fucked me with his tongue. A soft moan escaped my lips as he continued. I whimpered as his tongue licked faster and harder, making my core tighten. “I’m going to come,” I gasped.

My legs felt weak as he plunged two fingers into my pussy fucking me relentlessly as he continued to suck on my clit. I moaned, groaned, and almost sobbed, but he didn’t let up until my climax slammed into me, shattering me around his fingers and mouth.

When my eyes fluttered open, Aleksandr was licking my juices from his fingers, my leg still hoisted over his shoulder.

“You’re so wet,” he groaned, releasing my leg. Leaning forward, he planted a kiss on my pussy and then lifted me up by the waist and carried me to the sofa laying me on my back.

He undressed quickly, releasing his long hard cock. Spreading my legs apart, he stood between them and pressed the tip against my pussy. In one long smooth stroke, he buried his cock in my pussy. I hissed as it adjusted to his size and then groaned as it clamped down on him.

As Aleksandr pounded into me, pure bliss spread through me, making me tingle from head to toe. He was wild, thrusting hard and fast, more intense than any other time we fucked. His pace was feverish, and he leaned over me, kissing me deeply as his cock pounded in and out of my pussy. The only thing I could do was hold onto him and take it.

The tension in my core tightened like a spring. “Aleksandr…” I moaned, “I’m going to come.”

“Yes, kiska , come for me.“ With one final grunt, his cock exploded in my pussy, just as my release made stars dance behind my eyes.

Aleksandr lay on top of me, panting until he released every drop of come. He brushed my hair away from my face, kissing me gently.

“I can’t feel my legs,” I giggled as he slowly rolled onto his side. Without a word, he lifted me and carried me to the bedroom, gently laying me on the bed. He slid beside me and pulled me close, resting his chin on my head.

We lay there, silently enjoying each other, until I eventually drifted off to sleep.