Deadly Vows (Avilov Bratva #2)

15. Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Talia

Waking up slowly, I stretched out my limbs with a relief I hadn’t felt in weeks. Vic was dead, and with him went the relentless fear that had gripped me. I could finally breathe again. I rolled over and saw Aleksandr watching me. His intense ice-blue eyes softened with a tenderness he reserved only for me.

“Good morning, kiska, “ he murmured, his voice husky from sleep.

“Good morning,” I replied, a smile tugging at my lips. “It’s finally over, isn’t it?”

He nodded, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. “Yes, it is. Today, we can start living again. Just you, me, our baby, and the children.”

My hand instinctively went to my belly. I felt a swell of love for this man who had fought to protect me and our future.

Aleksandr sat up, the sheets falling away to reveal the muscular expanse of his chest. He leaned down and kissed me softly. “Get dressed. I have a special day planned for us.”

Intrigued, I got out of bed and went to the wardrobe. I chose black leggings, a tan cashmere sweater, and black boots. Aleksandr watched me with appreciation, his gaze lingering. “You look beautiful,” he said.

“And you look like you need to get dressed,” I teased.

He laughed a deep, resonant sound that made my heart flutter.

“Just a moment,” he said, pulling on a pair of trousers and a crisp black shirt. Within minutes, he was the picture of a distinguished mafia boss, exuding power and grace.

We left the bedroom and went to the private dock behind Aleksandr’s mansion. A sleek, luxurious yacht awaited us, bobbing gently in the water. Aleksandr helped me aboard, his touch firm and reassuring.

As we stepped off the deck and into the cabin, I gasped in delight. A sumptuous breakfast awaited us, laid on a polished teak table. Freshly baked flaky and golden croissants nestled in a basket beside an array of colorful fruits - ripe strawberries, plump blueberries, and juicy slices of melon. There were creamy scrambled eggs, crisp bacon, and delicate smoked salmon garnished with capers and dill. A platter of assorted cheeses sat nearby, accompanied by freshly squeezed juices and steaming cups of rich, aromatic coffee.

“This is incredible,” I said, turning to Aleksandr with wide eyes.

“I thought we should start the day with something special,” he replied, a satisfied smile on his lips.

We sat down and began to eat, savoring each bite. The croissants melted in my mouth, buttery and light, while the sweetness of the fruit balanced perfectly with the meal’s rich flavors. As we ate, we talked and laughed, the tension of the past few weeks melting away with each passing moment.

Once we were finished, the yacht easily cut through the water as we sailed around the city. The Manhattan skyline loomed ahead, majestic and sprawling. I stood at the bow, letting the cool breeze whip through my hair, feeling a sense of freedom and exhilaration.

Aleksandr joined me, wrapping a soft blanket around my shoulders. “I thought we could use some time away from everything,” he said. “Just us.”

“It’s perfect,” I replied, leaning into him. “Thank you.”

We cruised past the Statue of Liberty, her torch high, symbolizing hope and resilience. It felt like a new beginning, a chance to build a life free from the shadows that had haunted us. Aleksandr held me close, and I felt the steady beat of his heart.

After an hour on the water, we docked at a pier near a district known for its luxurious shopping. The busy streets were lined with high-end boutiques displaying a colorful array of fashion and home décor. Aleksandr took my hand, leading me into one of the most prestigious stores.

“Pick anything you like,” he said, his eyes gleaming with affection.

I wandered through the store, running my fingers over soft fabrics and admiring the exquisite craftsmanship of the garments. I chose a few pieces - a stunning silk dress, a pair of elegant shoes, and a delicate necklace that caught the light beautifully. Aleksandr watched me with a smile, his pride evident.

“You’re spoiling me,” I said, excited and grateful.

“You deserve it,” he replied, kissing my forehead.

We continued our shopping spree, visiting several more stores and adding items to our collection. Each purchase was a symbol of the life we were building together, one filled with love, security, and a touch of extravagance.

With our shopping bags in hand, we strolled to a five-star restaurant overlooking the Hudson River. The ma?tre d’ greeted us with a polite nod and led us to a private table on the enclosed glass terrace. The view was spectacular - the river shimmering in the sunlight, boats gliding by in a dance of life and movement.

Aleksandr ordered for us, choosing various dishes showcasing the chef’s expertise. The meal was exquisite, each bite a symphony of flavors. As we ate, we talked about our future, our plans for the baby, and the life we wanted to create.

“I want our child to grow up happy and safe,” Aleksandr said, his eyes filled with determination. “All of our children. Sasha and Maxim deserve every happiness in life, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen.”

“I know you will,” I replied, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand.

After lunch, we returned to the yacht, the gentle sway of the water lulling us into a state of contentment. We sailed back to the mansion, the sun beginning to set behind us, a golden glow hovering over the city.

When we arrived home, Aleksandr led me to the bedroom, his touch sending shivers down my spine. He closed the door behind us, and I felt a delicious anticipation build. He approached me slowly, his eyes dark with desire.

“I’ve waited all day for this,” he said, his voice a low growl.

“So have I,” I whispered, my heart racing.

He kissed me, a searing kiss that left me breathless. His hands roamed over my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I clung to him, lost in the sensation, the world outside forgotten.

We undressed each other slowly, savoring each touch. When we were finally skin-to-skin, Aleksandr lifted me into his arms and carried me to bed. He laid me down gently, his gaze never leaving mine.

“You’re so beautiful, Talia,” he said, his voice filled with reverence. He moved slowly, kissing me tenderly. “Spread your legs for me like a good girl.”

My pussy got even wetter as he whispers the words in my ear. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on. Obeying him, I spread my legs apart, anticipation building in my core. Without waiting for him to make a move, I shove my finger in his mouth, twirling it to get it super wet. Then I slide it from my neck to my pussy, rolling it over my clit.

Aleksandr watches my finger without blinking. He grasps his cock in his hand and strokes it. “Slide it in your pussy,” he demands. “Deep…I want to see you fuck yourself.”

I slide my finger into my pussy and gasp. Slowly I fuck myself, in and out, in and out. My lips part to release a soft moan. Aleksandr is mesmerized, stroking his cock without taking his eyes off me.

“Two fingers now,” he insists.

Without a word, I slide another finger into my pussy. I fuck myself a little faster, gasping at the vibrations running through my pussy. But as good as this feels, I want his cock in me. Pulling my fingers out, I slide them past his lips and into his warm mouth.

“Fuck me,” I breathe, locking gazes with him.