Page 67 of Bratva Hostage

His hands move to my hips, and he urges me to move faster, thrusting up to meet my motions. Our bodies crash together, and my eyes drift closed as I lose myself in the pleasure. It’s so fucking good, and knowing that he wants me, needs me, makes it even better.

“Look at me, Baby,” he demands.

My eyes open, and I see the hunger burning in his gaze. It’s so intense, so powerful, and it sends a jolt of heat straight to my core. I bounce up and down, taking him deep and grinding my clit against him. The friction is perfect, and I can already feel myself climbing toward the edge.

I lean forward, bracing myself against his chest, and the new angle makes his cock hit just the right spot.

“Fuck,” I gasp.

He keeps moving, and the pressure builds. His hands roam over my body, exploring, claiming. I can tell he’s getting close, and the thought of him coming inside me, filling me, pushes me closer to the edge.

“Cecily,” he rasps, and the sound of my name on his lips is almost enough to send me over.

I ride him harder, chasing the release. His body tenses beneath me, and when his cock starts pulsing, I fall over the edge with him.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, and I cry out, shuddering. Dimitri grips my hips, holding me in place as he fills me, and the sensation sends aftershocks through my body.

When we’re both spent, I collapse on top of him, panting. His arms come around me, and the steady thump of his heartbeat lulls me. We lay there for a long time, breathing each other in.

Eventually, he rolls us over, keeping his body close to mine. He cups my cheek and gazes down at me, and the intensity in his expression makes my heart stutter.

“You are everything to me,” he remarks. “I love you, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure you’re happy.”

Tears threaten to spill over, and I blink them back. “I love you, too,” I whisper.

I’m safe, loved, protected. And even though I once feared this would never be possible, it is. No more threats. No more worries. Just peace and Dimitri. The man I never planned on marrying, yet the one I can’t imagine living without.

The man who saved my life.

Epilogue - Cecily

I never picture myself racing across the Barkov estate lawn with a toddler on my heels, yet here I am, halfway bending to coax my daughter, Amara, out of the flowerbeds. She spots me and bursts into high-pitched laughter, then gallops in the opposite direction with tiny yet determined feet.

My heart lurches every time she nearly trips, although she recovers with surprising grace. Her grin is contagious, so I keep chasing, ready to catch her if she tumbles. Two years ago, I would never have believed this kind of life existed for me. Yet the past is behind us, and our family flourishes in a world I once considered unreachable.

I straighten, call out Amara’s name, and watch her veer toward a patch of grass dotted with small blossoms. She picks one, then waves it around like it’s a prized treasure. She swivels to face me, clutches the flower to her chest, and squeals, “Dada!” before charging straight into my arms.

I lift her and press a kiss to her cheek, inhaling the sweet scent of whatever shampoo Cecily uses for her hair. My daughter’s giggle is the best sound I’ve ever heard, and every time I hold her, I think about how different things turned out compared to my original plan.

Cecily stands on the nearby path, watching this spectacle with a gentle smile. She balances a clipboard in one hand, looking every bit the confident partner who has steered this estate toward genuine prosperity.

Just two years ago, we clashed at every turn, each of us convinced we knew best. Now, we’ve learned to listen to one another. I stride over with Amara perched on my hip, and Cecilylifts her free hand to caress our daughter’s curls, which bounce with every movement.

“You two look like you’re having fun,” Cecily remarks. “I’m reviewing last-minute details for tomorrow. Are you sure everything is set for the vow renewal?”

“We’ve spent weeks planning. Seraphina has triple-checked everything. Aleksei is handling security. Maksim is coordinating the schedule with the staff. It will be perfect. Are you still nervous?”

Cecily exhales, then nods. “A little. This ceremony means more than the first time. That was forced, done under pressure. Tomorrow, we do it by choice. That reality overwhelms me in the best way.”

I let Amara down, keeping an eye on her as she waddles toward a patch of clover. Then I lace my fingers through Cecily’s, squeezing gently. “We’ve earned the right to be a bit emotional. Two years ago, everything was uncertain. Now, we lead together. I think you’ll handle tomorrow with all the poise you usually show.”

She grins and pushes a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ll try my best. I just want everyone to see we’re at peace—internally and externally. Amara has grown up in a calm environment so far, and I don’t want anything to disrupt that.”

“Nothing will. We have plenty of eyes on the perimeter. Kovalev hasn’t shown any signs of stirring up trouble. Our businesses are stable, and people know better than to challenge us.”

She leans in for a brief kiss, then glances around for Amara, who’s busy poking at a butterfly that flutters out of reach. “Let’s round her up. I promised Seraphina we’d finalizethe color scheme for the vow renewal decorations. My sister insisted on some theme that pairs well with the interior.”

We gather Amara, who squirms a bit but eventually latches onto Cecily’s hand. The three of us head indoors, stepping through the wide entrance that once felt more like a fortress gate than a welcoming threshold.

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