Secret Bratva Daddy

Chapter 13Sydney

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Sydney

M y stomach growls in anticipation of eating the lunch I’m preparing, but I don’t take a single bite of it yet, wanting to share this with Avros. We’ve gotten into a little routine lately, and to my surprise, I enjoy it. I hum softly to myself as I prepare lunch, my mind wandering to the events of the past few weeks.

So much has changed since that fateful night at the gala, when I first overheard Avros's conversation and my life took an unexpected turn. Now, I find myself living in his mansion, playing the role of his personal assistant—with an emphasis on "personal."

As I reach for two plates, my hand brushes against my still-flat stomach. A jolt of nervous excitement runs through me. It's too early to know for sure, but my body feels different. Changed. The possibility of new life growing inside me is both thrilling and terrifying.

I close my eyes, memories of the past two weeks washing over me...

Avros's study, late one night. The room is dimly lit, the only illumination coming from a small desk lamp. I'm bent over his massive mahogany desk, papers scattered everywhere as Avros takes me from behind. His grip on my hips is bruising, possessive, his fingers digging into my flesh with an intensity that's equal parts pain and pleasure.

“You are mine,” he growls in my ear, his accent thicker with arousal. Each word is punctuated by a deep, powerful thrust that sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body. "Say it, Sydney. Tell me who this tight little pussy belongs to."

“I’m yours," I gasp, my fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth wood. A stack of documents slides to the floor, but neither of us pays any attention. I’ve learned by now the words to make him lose control. “This body, this pussy, is only yours. No other man can touch it.”

He growls his approval, one hand snaking around to rub tight circles on my clit. "That's right, krasotka . You're mine. Every inch of this beautiful body belongs to me."

I cry out as he hits a particularly sensitive spot, my inner walls clenching around him. Avros groans, his rhythm faltering for a moment before he redoubles his efforts.

"So tight," he pants, his breath hot against my neck. "Such a wet little pussy. Come for me, Sydney. Let me feel you fall apart on my cock.”

His filthy words, combined with the relentless stimulation, push me over the edge. I come with a broken cry of his name, my body shuddering from head to toe. Avros follows soon after, emptying himself inside me with a guttural moan.

As we catch our breath, staying together, Avros presses soft kisses along my shoulder. "My beautiful Sydney," he murmurs. "What have you done to me?"

The pool, last week. The sun is setting in a blaze of orange and pink, casting a warm glow over the water. I'm lounging on a chaise, enjoying the last rays of sunlight when Avros emerges from the house. He's been on the phone all day, dealing with some crisis at work, and the tension radiating off him is palpable.

"Avros?" I sit up, concern furrowing my brow. "Is everything okay?"

He doesn't answer. Instead, he stalks towards me with predatory grace, his eyes dark with an emotion I can't quite name. Before I can say another word, he's on me, kissing me with a desperation that takes my breath away.

"Need you," he growls against my lips, his hands already working to remove my bikini. "Need to feel you, moya lyubov ."

I should protest—we're outside, exposed—but the intensity of his desire is intoxicating. "Yes," I breathe, helping him shed his own clothes. “Take what you need from me. I’m yours to use as you please.”

We make love right there on the pool deck, the risk of being seen only adding to the intensity. Avros takes me with a fervor I've never experienced before, as if he's trying to lose himself in me, to forget whatever troubles are weighing on him.

"You're everything," he pants as we move together. "Everything I never knew I needed. My Sydney, my perfect girl.”

After, as we lie tangled together watching the last light fade from the sky, I gather the courage to ask, "Do you want to talk about it? Whatever's bothering you?"

Avros tenses for a moment, then sighs, pulling me closer. "No, krasotka . Just... just let me hold you. You're the only thing that makes sense in my world right now."

The sauna, just days ago. Steam rises around us, filling the cedar-paneled room with a heady, earthy scent. I'm acutely aware of my nakedness, of Avros's eyes roaming my body with hungry appreciation.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. He reaches for me, pulling me onto his lap. I gasp as I feel his hardness pressing against me, my body responding instantly to his touch. "Let me show you how much I want you, krasotka ."

His hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. When his fingers find my center, already slick with desire, I throw my head back with a moan. "Avros, please..."

"Shh, m oya lyubov ," he soothes, even as his clever fingers work me higher, thrusting inside me. "I've got you. Let go for me."

The heat, the steam, the sensations he's drawing from my body—it's all too much. I come apart in his arms, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash over me.

As I come down from my high, Avros peppers my face with soft kisses. "My Sydney," he murmurs. "My beautiful, perfect Sydney. What would I do without you?"

The kitchen, yesterday morning. I'm at the counter, preparing breakfast, when I feel Avros's presence behind me. Before I can turn, he's pressing me against the refrigerator, his mouth hot on my neck.

"I can't get enough of you," he says between kisses, his hands roaming my body possessively. "You've bewitched me, Sydney. I think of you constantly."

I moan, arching into his touch. "Avros, we can't... the staff..."

"Let them hear," he growls, nipping at my earlobe. "Let them know who you belong to."

His hand slides under my skirt, finding me bare beneath. He groans, his eyes darkening with lust as he spins me to face him. "No panties again? Such a naughty girl."

Before I can respond, he's on his knees, pushing my skirt up around my waist. "Let me taste you for breakfast, moya lyubov ," he purrs, looking up at me with a wicked gleam in his eye.

"Oh God," I whimper as his mouth finds me. My hands tangle in his hair, holding on for dear life as he brings me to the edge of ecstasy with lips and tongue and teeth.

Just as I'm about to come undone, Avros pulls back, rising to his feet. "Not yet, krasotka ," he says, his voice husky with desire. "I want to be inside you when you come."

In one smooth motion, he lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist. As he slides home, filling me completely, we both groan in satisfaction.

"This is where you belong," Avros pants as he begins to move. "With me. Around me. Taking all of me."

"Yes," I cry out, lost in the pleasure of our joining. “Take me, Avros."

I'm jolted back to the present by the sound of footsteps approaching. My cheeks flush as I realize how worked up I've gotten just from remembering. I quickly resume preparing lunch, trying to compose myself.

"Something smells delicious in here." Avros's deep voice sends a shiver down my spine. I turn to see him leaning against the doorframe, his muscular form perfectly showcased in a tailored suit.

"It's just a simple lunch," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "Nothing special."

Avros stalks towards me, his movements predatory. "Everything you do is special.” He wraps his arms around me from behind, snuggling into my neck. "Especially when you're wearing that little dress I bought you."

I shiver at his touch, desire pooling low in my belly. "Avros, I need to finish lunch..."

"Lunch can wait," he growls, spinning me around to face him. "I'm hungry for something else entirely."

His lips crash into mine, the kiss hungry and demanding. I melt against him, my body responding instantly to his touch. Avros lifts me onto the counter, his hands roaming my curves, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

Just as things are really heating up, my phone buzzes insistently. I try to ignore it, but curiosity gets the better of me. I reach for it, unlocking the screen with trembling fingers.

My breath catches as I read the social media post. "Oh my God," I whisper, all thoughts of passion fleeing my mind.

"Sydney? What's wrong?" Avros asks, concern replacing the heat in his eyes.

I look up at him, tears blurring my vision. "My cousin... he's dead. They're saying it was a robbery gone wrong, but... he was always so careful."

Avros pulls me close, his arms strong and comforting around me. "I'm so sorry, Sydney. That's terrible news."

I cling to him, seeking solace in his warmth even as grief washes over me. Avros strokes my hair, murmuring soothing words in Russian.

After a moment, he pulls back slightly, cupping my face in his hands. "Let me take care of you, krasotka . Let me help you forget, just for a little while."

His lips find mine again, softer this time but no less passionate. I respond eagerly, desperate for the distraction, for the oblivion only he can provide.

But as Avros's hand slides up my thigh, his eyes catch on my phone screen, still lit up with the news. He stills suddenly, his body tensing against mine.

"Sydney," he says, his voice carefully controlled. "What was your cousin's name?"

I blink, confused by the sudden shift. "What? Oh, um, Lance. His name was Lance. Why?"

The change that comes over Avros is instantaneous and chilling. He steps back, his face a mask of barely contained... something. Shock? Guilt? Fear? It's gone so quickly I can't be sure.

"I... I need to take care of something," he says abruptly. "Urgent business. I'm sorry."

Before I can respond, he's striding out of the kitchen, already pulling out his phone and barking rapid-fire Russian into it.

I stand there, breathless and confused, my lips still tingling from his kiss. What just happened? And why did Avros react so strongly to Lance's name?

The nagging doubts I've tried so hard to ignore come rushing back. Lance's death, Avros's strange reaction, the whispered conversations I wasn't meant to hear...

Something isn't right here. And I need to find out what it is.

Taking a deep breath, I smooth down my dress and follow in Avros's wake. Whatever he's hiding, whatever secrets he's keeping, I'm going to get to the bottom of it.

For Lance. For myself. And for the child that might be growing inside me.

Because that’s what all of this could be leading to. After all, Avros has done nothing but own me, possessing me with his wicked ways, and the consequences of that combined with the lack of protection could tie us together forever.

Somehow, I feel like I still don’t really know him. I’m chasing some kind of sock thrill, the sort of thing that gets people in trouble much quicker than they can turn back and retrace their steps to safety.

Lance is dead, and am I to follow next? Or is it just a surprise pregnancy that I’m going to end up with? If so, how will Avros react to that? Does he even want to have a family, or am I just his convenient plaything that he’ll toss aside when he realizes he can no longer have fun with me?

The thought makes me so sick that I feel like vomiting, but it’s also something I must be real about. Days of pure bliss have gone by, but that doesn’t mean things can’t take a dire turn, as they already appear to be doing.

Lance, dead. That’s not something I ever expected to happen.

Me, pregnant. That’s not something I expected either, and it could be true if I’m not more careful. I should probably take a test just to calm my nerves, but even that feels like too much. Could I just start playing it safe and hope for the best? Or is it already too late?

I suck in a deep breath, pushing it all aside for the time being. I want to know more about Avros. That will be my mission for now, even as the darkness looms on the horizon, I can find solace in continuing to explore him.