Secret Bratva Daddy

Chapter 26Sydney

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Sydney

T he soft glow of candlelight dances across the room, casting flickering shadows on the walls of Avros's study. No, it’s our study now. The thought still sends a thrill through me, even after weeks of living in this opulent mansion. The rich scent of old books and leather mingles with the aroma of the gourmet meal Avros had prepared for us, now just empty plates on the massive desk.

Avros sits across from me, his dark eyes intense as they roam over my face. The candlelight softens his usually harsh features, but does nothing to diminish the raw power that emanates from him. Even in this intimate setting, dressed in a simple black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing his muscular forearms and the intricate tattoos that tell the story of his past, he exudes an aura of danger and control that makes my heart race.

"Sydney," he says, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. "These past few months have been... turbulent, to say the least."

I can't help but laugh softly at the understatement. "That's one way to put it."

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, a rare sight that never fails to make my breath catch. "Indeed. But through it all, you've been my constant. My anchor in the storm."

His hand reaches across the desk to grasp mine, his touch sending sparks of electricity through my body. The contrast of his rough, calloused palm against my soft skin is a stark reminder of our different worlds. His filled with violence and power, mine with art and innocence. Yet somehow, we fit together perfectly.

"I never thought I'd find someone like you," Avros continues, his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand. "Someone who could see past the violence, the danger, and love me for who I am. Someone who could make me want to be better, to build a life beyond the bratva."

My free hand instinctively goes to my swollen belly, where our child grows. A testament to our love, unexpected but so deeply cherished. Avros's eyes follow the movement, softening with an emotion I never thought I'd see in the man I first met. Tenderness.

"You've given me everything, Sydney," he says, his voice rough with emotion. "A family. A future. A reason to live beyond the next deal or the next fight."

He stands suddenly, coming around the desk to kneel before me. My heart begins to race, a mix of anticipation and disbelief swirling in my chest. Surely he's not...

"Sydney Reeves," Avros says, reaching into his pocket. "You've seen me at my worst. You've stood by me through trials and danger. You're carrying my child." He pulls out a small velvet box, and I gasp as he opens it to reveal a ring that probably costs more than my entire art school tuition. "Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? Of building a life and a family with me?"

The ring sparkles in the soft light of the study, a breathtaking piece of art set against the deep velvet of the box. The diamond at its center is large but not ostentatious, its facets catching and refracting the light in a dance of brilliance. It's the kind of stone that demands attention, yet it feels timeless, like it could have been worn by a queen.

A bratva queen, perhaps.

The diamond is flanked by two rich, deep emeralds, their green hue so vivid it feels as though they’re capturing the essence of life itself. Together, they create a perfect harmony of elegance and power, a reflection of everything Avros is, and everything we are becoming together.

Tears blur my vision as I stare at the man before me. Avros Petrov, feared all over this city, on his knees asking for my hand. If someone had told me a year ago that this would be my life, I would have laughed in their face. But now, looking into those dark eyes that hold so much love and promise, I can't imagine any other path.

"Yes," I whisper, my voice choked with emotion. "Yes, Avros. I'll marry you."

His face breaks into a rare, full smile that takes my breath away. He slips the ring onto my finger—a perfect fit, of course—before pulling me into a kiss that makes my toes curl. His lips are demanding, possessive, claiming me as his in every way.

When we finally break apart, both breathless, Avros rests his forehead against mine. "My wife," he growls, his accent thicker with emotion. "Mine forever."

"I'm yours, now and forever," I agree, my hands fisting in his shirt. "Just as you are mine, Avros."

He pulls back slightly, his eyes roaming over my face with an intensity that makes me shiver. "I want to take you right here," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "Spread you out on this desk and show you exactly what it means to be mine."

Heat pools low in my belly at his words. Even after months together, Avros's raw sexuality never fails to overwhelm me. "Then do it," I challenge, feeling bold. "Show me the man I'm marrying. Claim me in every way possible."

A growl rumbles in his chest, and suddenly I'm being lifted, papers and dishes scattering as he lays me out on the massive desk. His body covers mine, hard planes of muscle pressing against my softer curves. The weight of him, the heat of his skin through our clothes, it's all so wonderfully familiar yet thrillingly new.

Avros's hands roam my body, relearning every curve, every dip. When they settle on my swollen belly, his touch becomes reverent. "My family," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the swell. "My everything."

I card my fingers through his hair, marveling at how this dangerous man can be so gentle. "We love you," I whisper. "So much."

His eyes meet mine, dark with desire and something deeper, more profound. "I'll keep you safe," he vows, his voice fierce. "Both of you. Always."

The promise fills me with warmth, a sense of security washing over me. In Avros's arms, protected by his strength and his love, I know I'm exactly where I belong.

"I know you will," I say, pulling him down for another kiss.

Avros takes his time undressing me, his touch alternating between reverent and possessive. Each brush of his fingers against my skin sends shivers through me, building the anticipation until I'm practically vibrating with need.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, his eyes roaming over my naked body. "My Sydney. My wife."

The word 'wife' on his lips sends a thrill through me. I reach for him, tugging at his shirt. "Too many clothes," I complain, desperate to feel his skin against mine.

Avros chuckles, the sound low and rich. "Patience, myshka . We have all night."

But he obliges, stripping off his shirt to reveal the chiseled planes of his chest and abdomen. I can't help but stare, tracing the intricate tattoos with my eyes. Each one tells a story, a piece of Avros's past that he's shared with me. My fingers itch to touch them, to relearn the map of his body.

As if reading my mind, Avros takes my hand and places it on his chest, right over his heart. I can feel its strong, steady beat beneath my palm. "Feel that?" he says softly. "It beats only for you now. For you and our child."

Tears prick at my eyes at the tenderness in his voice. This is a side of Avros that only I get to see, the gentle lover, the devoted father-to-be. It makes my heart swell with love and a fierce protectiveness I've never felt before.

We strip quickly but reverently, his hands on my naked body, cupping the swell of my breasts, of my belly. I reach between his legs and circle my hand around his cock, enjoying the thick, raw and masculine desire of him. This man, this strong and fierce some man, is mine and only mine. Just as I am his, through and through.

"Avros," I breathe, pulling him down to me. "Show me what it means to be yours. Show me the man I'm going to marry."

His eyes darken at my words, a predatory gleam replacing the earlier tenderness. "Careful what you wish for," he growls, his accent thickening with desire. "I might not be gentle."

A shiver of anticipation runs down my spine. "I don't want gentle," I challenge, arching against him. "I want all of you. The businessman, the bratva boss, the lover. Every part."

Avros's response is a low, animalistic growl that sends heat pooling low in my belly. In one swift move, he flips us, so I'm straddling his hips. The new position puts pressure on sensitive areas, drawing a gasp from my lips.

"You want all of me?" Avros asks, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "Then take what you need, Sydney. Show me how much you want to be mine."

The raw desire in his voice spurs me on. I lift myself up, positioning him at my entrance, before sinking down slowly. The stretch is exquisite, familiar yet always thrilling. When he's fully seated within me, we both pause, savoring the moment of connection.

" Blyat ," Avros curses, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "So tight, so perfect."

I start to move, setting a slow, torturous pace. Avros's hands on my hips guide me, but he lets me control the rhythm. It's a heady feeling, having this powerful man at my mercy.

"That's it, myshka ," he encourages, his voice strained. "Take your pleasure. Show me how much you love my cock."

His crude words send a jolt of arousal through me. I increase my pace, chasing the building pleasure. Avros meets me thrust for thrust, the sound of skin on skin filling the room.

"You're so beautiful like this," Avros murmurs, his eyes roaming my body. One hand comes up to cup my breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive nipple. "Swollen with my child, taking your pleasure from me. My queen."

The praise washes over me, stoking the fire in my veins. "Your queen," I agree breathlessly. "And you're my king. My protector. My everything."

Avros surges up then, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. The change in angle hits a spot deep inside me that has me seeing stars. I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders.

"That's it,” Avros growls against my lips. "Let me hear you. Let everyone know who you belong to."

His words remind me of where we are—his study, where anyone could walk in at any moment. The thought should terrify me, but instead, it only heightens my arousal. Let them hear. Let the whole world know that I belong to Avros Petrov, and he to me.

Avros's lips trail fire down my neck, nipping and sucking. I know he's leaving marks, branding me as his. The thought sends another wave of heat through me.

"Avros," I gasp, feeling the familiar tension coiling low in my belly. "I'm close. So close."

"Not yet," he commands, his voice firm. In one fluid motion, he lifts me off him and turns me around, so I'm bent over the desk. "I want to take you like this. To claim you completely."

I moan at the loss of him inside me, but the anticipation of what's to come has me trembling with need. Avros runs a hand down my spine, his touch reverent.

"So beautiful," he murmurs. "So perfect. And all mine."

"Take me," I beg, pushing back against him. "I want your cock, Avros. Please..."

He doesn't make me beg further. With one powerful thrust, he's inside me again. The new angle is intense, hitting spots that make me see stars. I cry out, my fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth wood of the desk.

Avros sets a punishing pace, each thrust driving me higher and higher. One of his hands tangles in my hair, pulling my head back gently. The slight pain mixes with the pleasure, creating a heady cocktail of sensation.

"Look," he commands, and I realize he's turned us slightly, so we're facing the large mirror on the wall. The sight of us, me bent over the desk, Avros looming behind me, his muscles rippling with each thrust, is the most erotic thing I've ever seen.

"See how perfect we are together?" Avros growls, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. "This is what it means to be mine, Sydney. To be claimed, possessed, worshipped."

His words, combined with the visual stimulation, push me to the edge. "Please," I beg, not even sure what I'm asking for. "Avros, I need..."

"I know what you need, myshka ," he says, his voice rough with exertion. His hand snakes around to where we're joined, fingers finding that sensitive bundle of nerves. "Come for me, and only for me. Let me feel you fall apart on my cock."

It takes only a few skilled touches before I'm shattering, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash over me. Avros follows soon after, burying himself deep with a guttural groan that sounds almost pained in its intensity.

We stay like that for long moments, both panting, our bodies still joined. Avros's weight on me is comforting, grounding. I never want this moment to end.

Eventually, Avros straightens, pulling out of me with a hiss. I whimper at the loss, already missing the feeling of fullness. But before I can mourn the loss of contact, Avros is scooping me up in his arms, carrying me to the plush leather sofa in the corner of the study.

He settles us so I'm cradled in his lap, my head resting on his chest. I can hear the strong, steady beat of his heart, gradually slowing as we come down from our high.

"Are you alright, myshka ?" Avros asks, his voice gentle once more. His hand strokes my hair, the tender gesture at odds with the passionate claiming of moments ago. "I didn't hurt you or the baby, did I?"

I shake my head, touched by his concern. "We're fine," I assure him, placing his hand on my swollen belly. As if on cue, our child kicks, making us both laugh softly.

"I think someone's telling us to keep it down next time," I joke.

Avros chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Never," he says, pressing a kiss to my temple. "I want the whole world to know how much I love you. How much you love me."

I tilt my head up to look at him, still in awe of the love I see shining in his eyes. "I do love you," I say softly. "So much it scares me sometimes."

Avros's expression turns serious. "You never need to be scared with me, Sydney. I will always protect you. You and our child are my everything now. My reason for living."

The intensity of his words should frighten me, but instead, they fill me with a sense of security I've never known before. This is what it means to be loved by Avros Petrov—wholly, fiercely, without reservation.

"I know," I say, snuggling closer to him. "And that's why I can't wait to be your wife. To build a life and a family with you."

Avros's arms tighten around me, his lips brushing my forehead. "Soon, myshka . Very soon, you'll be Mrs. Petrov. And then nothing will ever tear us apart."

As we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking and the joy of our engagement, I can't help but feel a sense of perfect contentment. Whatever challenges lie ahead, whatever storms we may have to weather, I know we'll face them together.

Avros Petrov may be a dangerous man, a powerful bratva boss with countless enemies. But he's also my fiancé, the father of my child, and the love of my life. And together, we're unstoppable.