Secret Bratva Daddy

Chapter 15Sydney

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Sydney

A s I approach the office, I hear muffled cursing in Russian from behind the closed door. My hand hovers over the knob, hesitating. Should I intrude? But my concern for Avros overrides my uncertainty, and I knock softly.

"Come in," his voice calls out, sounding strained.

I enter to find Avros standing by the window, tension radiating from every line of his body. As he turns to face me, I'm struck by the conflict I see in his eyes. It's gone in an instant, replaced by a heat that makes my breath catch.

"Avros?" I start, taking a step towards him. "Is everything okay? You rushed out so suddenly..."

Before I can finish my thought, Avros is moving. In three long strides, he's crossed the room and pulled me into his arms. His mouth crashes down on mine in a kiss that's equal parts desperation and passion. I make a small sound of surprise but quickly melt into him, my hands coming up to tangle in his hair.

There's something different about this kiss, something almost frantic in the way Avros holds me. When we finally break apart, we're both breathing hard.

"Avros," I pant, my lips tingling from the intensity of his kiss. "What are you doing?"

"Quiet," he growls. I feel him inhale deeply, as if trying to memorize my scent. "I need you. Now."

Confusion and arousal war within me. Part of me wants to push for answers, to understand what's brought on this sudden urgency. But the larger part of me responds to the raw need in Avros's voice, my body already humming with desire.

"Here?" I whisper, my eyes darting around the office. “During work? Again?”

Avros growls, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "Everywhere. Anywhere. Again and again. You're mine, Sydney. I want to mark you, claim you in every way possible."

Before I can respond, he's lifting me onto his desk, scattering papers in his haste. I gasp, instinctively wrapping my legs around his waist as he steps between my parted thighs.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" Avros rasps, his hands roaming my body possessively. "How much I crave you? How I can barely think straight when you're near?"

His words send a bolt of heat straight to my core. "Avros, maybe we should...” I can’t finish my sentence. I want to tell him to use a condom, but it’s not really what I want. I want him the same way I’ve always had him, raw and unprotected, the way it should be. Nothing could possibly come close to that.

Besides, what’s one more time? I’ve already slipped up more times than I can count, so really, what’s this little moment going to do? Plus, I’d have to explain my concerns, and I doubt he’d even want to go through with all this if he knew that I was concerned about being pregnant.

Avros captures my mouth again, kissing me with a ferocity that takes my breath away. His hands push up my dress, leaving trails of fire on my skin. I fumble with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine.

This is it. I’ve made my decision and it was too easy. I’m going to risk it all again just to feel him gushing inside of me.

"So beautiful," Avros murmurs against my lips. "So perfect. My Sydney."

"Yes,” I gasp, meaning it with every fiber of my being. “I am yours, Avros. To use as you wish, whenever and wherever.”

As I help him remove his shirt, my hands explore the familiar planes of his chest, tracing the intricate tattoos that tell the story of his life. Each one fascinates me, hinting at depths I've only begun to explore.

"Do you like my tattoos?" Avros asks, his voice rough with desire. "Each one tells a story. Each one is a part of who I am."

I nod, mesmerized by the artistry etched into his skin. My fingers trace a particularly intricate design over his heart. "What does this one mean?"

Avros catches my hand, pressing it flat against his chest. I can feel his heart pounding beneath my palm. "It means 'family,'" he tells me, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. "Family is everything in our world, Sydney. We protect our own, no matter the cost."

A shadow passes over his face, and for a moment, I see a vulnerability in Avros that takes my breath away. I want to ask what he means, to understand the pain I see lurking behind his eyes. But instead, I pull him closer, kissing him deeply.

"Show me," I breathe against his mouth. "Show me what family means to you."

A complex mix of emotions flashes across Avros's face. I see desire, guilt, and determination. Before I can decipher it, he's lifting me off the desk, carrying me towards the balcony overlooking the gardens.

My eyes widen as I realize his intent. "Avros," I gasp, excitement and nervousness warring within me. "Someone might see us."

"Let them," he growls, already working on the zipper of my dress. "I want the whole world to know who you belong to. I want every man who lays eyes on you to know that you're taken, that you're mine."

His possessiveness should frighten me, but instead, it sends a thrill of arousal through my body. I moan, pressing closer as Avros pushes my dress down my shoulders. The warm sunlight spills over us, and I shiver as Avros's hot mouth trails along my throat.

His hands roam my body greedily, igniting fires wherever they touch. I arch into him, desperate for more. "You respond to me so wonderfully,” Avros murmurs against my skin. "So perfect for me. Tell me you want this, Sydney. Tell me you want me as much as I want you."

"Yes," I moan, my head falling back as he nips at a particularly sensitive spot on my neck. "God, Avros, I want you so much. Please... please fuck me.”

Avros spins me around, pressing me against the balcony railing. The cool wood is a stark contrast to my overheated skin. I look over my shoulder at Avros, seeing the raw hunger in his eyes as he drinks in the sight of me.

"Avros?" I whisper, suddenly feeling exposed.

He moves behind me, pressing his body flush against mine. I gasp as I feel the hard length of him against my backside, my body instinctively arching back into him.

"Feel what you do to me, krasotka ?" Avros growls in my ear, rolling his hips against me. "How hard I am for you?"

His hands come around to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples. I moan, pushing back against him, craving more friction. The sound of his zipper being lowered sends a jolt of anticipation through me.

Avros runs the head of his cock through my slick folds, teasing my entrance. I whimper, my fingers gripping the railing tightly. “This pussy is mine and only me,” he tells me, his voice rough with need. “Tell me who you belong to. Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours, Avros," I pant, beyond caring about anything but the feeling of him inside me. "Please, I need you inside me. Give me your cock. Now."

With a guttural groan, Avros thrusts into me in one smooth motion. We both cry out at the sensation—the stretch, the fullness, the overwhelming rightness of our bodies joined. For a moment, we're both still, savoring the feeling.

But I need more. I roll my hips back against him, silently begging. "Move," I plead. "Please, Avros, I need..."

Avros doesn't need to be told twice. He sets a punishing rhythm, driving into me with an intensity that takes my breath away. Each thrust feels like a claim, like he's trying to imprint himself on my very soul.

I meet him thrust for thrust, my cries of pleasure echoing across the garden. Some small part of my mind realizes we could be seen, but I can't bring myself to care. Let them look. Let them see how Avros worships me, how I come apart under his touch.

"You're so beautiful like this," Avros pants, one hand snaking around to rub tight circles on my clit. "Taking me so well, crying out for me. Come for me, Sydney. Let everyone hear who you belong to."

His words push me over the edge. I come with a broken cry of his name, my entire body tensing as waves of pleasure crash over me. I feel Avros follow me over the edge, his release hot inside me as he roars out his climax.

We stay like that for long moments, both panting and trembling in the aftermath. Avros peppers soft kisses along my shoulders, murmuring words in Russian that I don't understand but feel in my heart.

Finally, Avros slips out of me, turning me gently to face him. His eyes roam my face, a tenderness in his gaze that makes my heart ache. “You’re wonderful. Are you okay?" he asks softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

I nod, unable to stop the smile spreading across my face. "More than okay," I murmur, leaning into his touch. “I’ve never had sex like that before. That was... wow."

Avros chuckles, pulling me close. "Indeed it was, krasotka . Indeed it was."

As we stand there, basking in the afterglow, I'm struck by how right this feels. Being in Avros's arms, surrounded by his warmth and strength. It feels like home. The thought should scare me, but instead, it fills me with a sense of peace I've never known before.

But there's still a tension in Avros that I can't quite understand. I nuzzle into his chest, breathing in his familiar scent. "Avros?" I say after a moment. "Is everything okay? You seem... I don't know. Tense."

I feel him swallow hard before he presses a kiss to the top of my head. "Everything's fine. I just want you to know how much you mean to me. How important you are."

I pull back slightly, searching his face. There's an intensity in his eyes that both thrills and unnerves me. "I know," I say softly, meaning every word. "You're important to me too, Avros. More than I ever thought possible."

Something flickers in Avros's eyes. Is it relief? Guilt? But it's gone before I can decipher it. He kisses me again, softer this time, before leading me back inside.

As we make our way back to the bedroom, I can't shake the feeling that something has shifted between us. There's a new depth to our connection, a vulnerability that wasn't there before. But there's also a shadow lurking at the edges, a secret I can sense but can't quite grasp.

I push the thought aside, focusing instead on the feeling of Avros's hand in mine, the warmth of his body next to me. Whatever is going on, whatever secrets lie between us, I know one thing for certain: I'm falling in love with Avros Petrov. And God help me, but I don't want it to stop.

Once in the bedroom, Avros turns to me, his eyes dark with renewed desire. "Let me take care of you, krasotka ," he murmurs, his hands sliding up my sides. "Let me show you how precious you are to me."

My breath catches at the tenderness in his voice. I nod, unable to form words as Avros slowly worships me, his touch reverent.

"Beautiful," he breathes, his gaze traveling over every inch of my body. "You're a work of art, Sydney. A masterpiece I want to spend the rest of my life appreciating."

I blush under his intense scrutiny, but I don't look away. Instead, I reach for him, tugging at his hardening length. "So are you," I say softly. "I've never felt like this before."

Avros moans and arches into my grasp. The feeling of his hard body against mine sends a shiver of anticipation through me. I draw him between my legs, still wet from his claiming on the balcony.

“You make me so hard. Driving me crazy, always around, so beautiful and so tempting,” Avros growls, his hands gripping my hips possessively. “I’ve never wanted to fuck as often as I want to fuck you.”

“Then fuck me, Avros. Because I want you to and it drives me crazy,” I murmur, my grip on his cock tightening as he hardens further. "And I want you again."

With a groan, Avros throws me down onto the bed and blankets my body with his. His kisses are slow, deep, like he's trying to memorize the taste of me.

I lose myself in the sensations as Avros worships my body with his hands, drawing out my pleasure until I'm a quivering mess beneath him. When he finally slides into me, it feels like coming home.

Our second round of lovemaking is tender yet intense, each thrust deep and intense. He says with his body what he can't with his words, his eyes never leaving mine as he moves inside me, so deep he's all I can feel.

"You're everything to me, Sydney," Avros murmurs, his voice rough with passion. "Everything. I'll never let you go."

His words push me over the edge, and I come with a soft cry of his name. Avros follows soon after, burying his face in my neck as he finds his release, murmuring sweet nothings in Russian.

Afterward, we lie tangled together, my head on Avros's chest as he strokes my hair. The steady beat of his heart under my ear is soothing, and I feel myself drifting off.

Just before sleep claims me, I hear Avros whisper, " Ya lyublyu tebya, moya Sydney . Forever."

I don't know what all the words mean, but I understand the sentiment. With a contented sigh, I snuggle closer, letting the warmth of Avros's embrace and the depth of his loyalty carry me into dreams.