Secret Bratva Daddy

Chapter 21Sydney

21

Sydney

M y heart races as Avros guides me out of the hotel, his large hand splayed protectively across my lower back. The warmth of his touch seeps through my thin blouse, a stark contrast to the chill that's settled in my bones after witnessing the violence in that room. The night air is cool against my flushed skin, carrying the scent of rain and distant car exhaust.

I should be terrified. I should be running as far away from this man as I can get. But all I can think about is how desperately I want him to hold me, to make me forget everything I've just seen. My body thrums with a confusing mix of fear, adrenaline, and an overwhelming desire that makes me ache deep inside.

Avros's sleek black car idles at the curb, its polished surface reflecting the neon lights of the hotel sign. His driver, a broad-shouldered man with a face like carved stone, stands at attention beside it. As we approach, I catch the slight widening of the driver's eyes, the way his gaze flicks between us and back to the hotel. He knows something's happened, but he doesn't ask. He simply opens the rear door, his face a mask of professional indifference.

"Take us home, Sergei," Avros commands as we slide into the plush leather interior. The rich scent of leather and Avros's cologne envelops me, familiar and comforting. "And raise the partition."

"Yes, sir," Sergei responds, closing the door behind us with a soft thud that seems to seal us off from the rest of the world.

As soon as we're alone, separated from the driver by the tinted glass, Avros pulls me into his arms. I go willingly, burying my face in the crook of his neck and inhaling his familiar scent—expensive cologne, a hint of whiskey, and something uniquely him. It grounds me, calms the trembling I hadn't even realized had overtaken my body. His strong arms wrap around me, one hand stroking my hair in a soothing rhythm.

"Are you alright, myshka ?" Avros murmurs, his lips brushing against my temple. The low rumble of his voice sends shivers down my spine. "I'm sorry you had to see that. I never wanted you to?—"

I cut him off with a desperate kiss, pouring all my conflicted emotions into it. Fear, gratitude, confusion, and an overwhelming, all-consuming desire. My lips move against his urgently, my tongue seeking entrance. Avros responds immediately, one hand tangling in my hair as the other grips my hip, pulling me closer. The heat of his body against mine is intoxicating, making my head spin.

When we break apart, both panting, I see the surprise in his eyes. His pupils are dilated, turning his eyes nearly black with desire. "Sydney," he breathes, searching my face. His thumb traces my lower lip, still tingling from our kiss.

"I need you," I whisper, my voice raw with aching lust. I press myself closer, feeling the hard planes of his chest against my softness. "Please, Avros. Make me forget what just happened. Make me feel something other than fear."

For a moment, he hesitates. I see the conflict in his eyes—the desire warring with concern, with the need to protect me, even from himself. But then I roll my hips against his, feeling his body's instinctive response, and his control snaps.

With a low growl that sends heat pooling low in my belly, Avros captures my lips again, his kiss hungry and demanding. His hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. They skim up my sides, brushing the sides of my breasts before tangling in my hair again, gently tugging. I moan into his mouth, arching into his touch, silently begging for more.

"Are you sure?" Avros asks, his voice rough with barely restrained passion. He pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against mine. His breath is hot on my face, smelling faintly of mint and whiskey. "Here? Now? After I just..."

In response, I reach for his belt, fumbling with the buckle. The metal is cool against my overheated skin. "Yes," I breathe, my fingers trembling with urgency. "I need to feel you. All of you. I need to know that you're real, that you're alive—that we're both alive. Please, Avros."

That's all the encouragement Avros needs. In one fluid motion, he lifts me onto his lap, my knees on either side of his thick and muscular thighs. The new position presses me intimately against his hardening erection, drawing a gasp from my lips. His hands slide up my legs, callouses catching on my smooth skin as he pushes my skirt higher and higher, until it's bunched around my waist. That's where he stops, jerking at what he discovers.

"No panties?" he groans, his fingers finding me bare and already slick with arousal. The pad of his thumb brushes against my sensitive bud, and I moan, rolling my hips towards him. "Fuck, Sydney. You're going to be the death of me."

I gasp as he slides two thick fingers inside me, my head falling back in pleasure. The stretch is delicious, but not enough. Not nearly enough.

"Avros," I moan, rocking against his hand. My nails dig into his shoulders, no doubt leaving marks even through his shirt. "Please. I need more. I need to feel you, all of you. Please, give me your cock."

He curses in Russian, the harsh syllables somehow incredibly erotic. He withdraws his fingers, leaving me feeling empty and aching. I whimper at the loss, but then I feel him fumbling with his zipper. I lift up slightly, helping him free his impressive length. His cock is hard and leaking precum, rising from between thick and muscular thighs, its girth making me throb with desire.

For a moment, we both pause, eyes locked as the intensity of the situation washes over us. What he just did, what I just witnessed, the babe in my belly—if we do this now, after everything, it means accepting him for who he truly is.

This isn't just sex. This is a choice. A commitment. By doing this, here and now, I'm tying myself to Avros in a way that can never be undone. I'm choosing his world, with all its darkness and danger, over the safety of my old life.

"Are you sure?" Avros asks again, his voice soft and vulnerable in a way I've never heard before. His hands rest on my hips, thumbs tracing soothing circles on my skin. One hand drifts to my still-flat stomach, a reminder of the life growing inside me—our child. "There's no going back from this, krasotka . Not just us, but our baby... we're creating a family here. And you know what I'll do for my family."

The weight of his words settles over me. A family. Something I never thought I'd have, especially not with a man like Avros. But the idea fills me with a warmth I can't explain, a sense of rightness that drowns out any lingering doubts.

And I know now that I can handle his world—that I can see his darkness and accept it. Because I'm realizing that for Avros, violence isn't something meted out arbitrarily. It's a tool he uses to protect and defend. To keep his family together.

I cup his face in my hands, forcing him to meet my gaze. His stubble is rough against my palms, a reminder of his rugged masculinity. In his eyes, I see a mix of desire, love, and a hint of fear—fear that I might reject him, reject this life he's offering, after seeing all of him.

"I'm sure," I say firmly, pouring every ounce of certainty I feel into my voice. "I love you, Avros. All of you. The good and the bad. I choose you. I choose us." I take one of his hands and press it more firmly against my stomach. "I choose our family."

Avros's eyes darken with emotion. "Sydney," he breathes, his voice thick. "You have no idea what you do to me. What you mean to me."

With a groan that sounds almost pained, Avros pulls me down onto him, sheathing his cock inside me in one smooth thrust. We both cry out at the sensation, my body stretching to accommodate his size. The feeling of fullness is overwhelming, bordering on too much but in the most delicious way.

For a moment, we're still, foreheads pressed together as we adjust to the overwhelming feeling of completeness. I can feel Avros's heartbeat pounding against my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own. His hands roam my body reverently, as if memorizing every curve, every dip. I whine at the brush of his calloused fingers brushing against my nipples, loving the way he throbs inside me at the sound.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, his accent thick with emotion. "My woman. Mother of my child."

The possessiveness in his tone sends a thrill through me. I roll my hips experimentally, drawing a hiss of pleasure from Avros. "Show me," I whisper against his lips. "Show me how devoted you are to me. Show me how much you've missed me, Avros."

That's all the encouragement he needs. Avros starts to move, and coherent thought becomes impossible. The car's tinted windows shield us from prying eyes as we rock together, finding a rhythm that has us both climbing higher and higher. Avros's hands grip my hips, guiding my movements as I ride him. The leather seat creaks beneath us, the sound mixing with our panting breaths and muffled moans.

"That's it, myshka ," Avros encourages, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Take what you need from me. Show me how much you want this—want us. Together. A family, forever."

Moaning, I grind down harder, chasing the pleasure building inside me. Every thrust sends sparks of sensation shooting through my body, heightened by the hormones of early pregnancy. I feel more sensitive, more responsive to his every touch. His cock feels amazing inside me, rubbing up against my most sensitive places, his moans and grunts of pleasure making me feel like the most powerful woman in the world. This man is mine, I realize, violence and all, so devoted to me that he would do anything to protect me. The thought sends a feminine thrill through me, and I keen as I rock on top of him, panting at the possessive fire in his eyes.

Avros's mouth latches onto my neck, sucking and biting, no doubt leaving marks that will be visible for days. The slight sting only adds to the pleasure coursing through me. Good, I think hazily. Let everyone see. Let them know I belong to him, that we belong to each other.

"You are mine," Avros growls, as if reading my thoughts. His hips snap up sharply, driving himself deeper. One hand splays across my lower back, the other cupping my breast through my thin blouse. "Say it, Sydney. Tell me you're mine. That this baby is mine. That we're a family."

The intensity in his voice, the raw need, pushes me closer to the edge. "I'm yours," I gasp, my nails raking down his back. I can feel the play of muscles beneath his shirt as he moves. "Yours and yours alone, Avros. Always. We're yours, me and the baby. Your family."

His thrusts become more forceful, hitting that spot deep inside me that makes me see stars. I'm close, so close, teetering on the edge of oblivion. The tension builds in my core, a coiling spring ready to snap.

"That's it, myshka ," Avros encourages, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. One hand snakes between us, his thumb finding my clit and circling it with practiced skill. "Come on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel. How good we are together."

The dual stimulation is too much. With a keening cry, I shatter, my inner walls clenching around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. It's more intense than anything I've ever felt before, leaving me trembling and gasping in its wake. Colors burst behind my closed eyelids, and for a moment, I swear I can see our future—a little girl with Avros's dark hair and my green eyes, a home filled with love and laughter.

Avros follows moments later, burying himself deep with a final, powerful thrust. I feel the hot pulse of his release, filling me completely. He groans my name like a prayer, his face buried in the crook of my neck. His arms wrap around me tightly, as if he's afraid I might disappear if he lets go.

As we come down from our high, still half-dressed, his cock leaking inside me, I become aware of our surroundings once more. The car has stopped moving—we must be back at the mansion. But Sergei, bless him, hasn't made a move to open the door. Giving us time to collect ourselves, I realize. I blush at the realization that there's no denying what we just did together.

Avros presses a tender kiss to my forehead, then my lips. It's softer now, less urgent but no less passionate. "Are you okay?" he asks softly, his eyes searching mine. There's a vulnerability in his gaze that tugs at my heart. "I know that today, these last few days, have been tough for you. I can only imagine your fear, myshka. "

I nod, a small smile curving my lips. My body feels deliciously sated, any lingering fear or tension from earlier completely erased. "I'm more than okay," I murmur, running my fingers through his disheveled hair. "I love you, Avros. Whatever comes next, whatever we have to face... we'll face it together. And I know that you'll be there to protect me no matter what."

He pulls me close, burying his face in my hair. " Ya lyublyu tebya, moya Sydney," he whispers, the Russian words flowing like silk. “I love you. Both of you. More than I ever thought possible."

As we disentangle our bodies and make ourselves presentable, smoothing rumpled clothes and attempting to tame mussed hair, I can't help but wonder what the future holds. There will be consequences for what happened at the hotel, I know. Trials, both literal and figurative, that we'll have to endure.

But looking at Avros, my lover, the father of my child, my protector, I know with bone-deep certainty that it will all be worth it. His eyes meet mine, dark and intense, filled with a mixture of love and fierce protectiveness that makes my breath catch.

"Ready to go inside?" he asks, his hand on the door handle.

I take a deep breath, squaring my shoulders. "Ready," I confirm, lacing my fingers through his.

As we step out of the car and into the cool night air, I feel a sense of rightness settle over me. This is where I belong—by Avros's side, facing whatever challenges may come. We're in this together now. For better or worse.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.