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I take her hard, rough, and deep, every thrust driving me closer to the edge. Her moans fill the room, and when she clutches me tighter, her nails digging into my skin, it only makes me want her more. “Fuck, yeah,” I mutter, feeling her body clench around me. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

She comes undone, her body trembling as she cries out, and I watch every second of it, feeling the heat build until I’m there with her. I bury myself deep, filling her, and when I feel her nails scratch down my back, it’s everything. It’s what I need. It’s her.

I collapse beside her, pulling her against my chest as we both catch our breath. The room’s quiet again, but this time, it’s the kind of quiet that feels right. The kind that feels like home.

Chapter 10

SIERRA

The sunlight filters in, making the room feel warm, but I’m still tangled up in Aleksander’s arms. His big, tattooed arm drapes over my waist, holding me close, and the scent of him—rugged and intoxicating—wraps around me. For a second, I let myself stay there, feeling the heat of his body, the strength in his hold.

But then he shifts, his green eyes opening and locking onto mine. There’s that intensity again, that look that makes my pulse skip a beat and sends heat curling low in my belly. “Morning,” he grumbles, voice rough and thick.

“Morning,” I whisper back, trying not to get lost in those eyes. It’s hard, though. Everything about him pulls me in.

He brushes his thumb over my cheek, his gaze softening for just a second. “Get up. Got something to show you.”

I frown, but I don’t question it. I slide out of bed, and he does the same, pulling on his jeans. I watch him, the way his muscles shift under the tattoos, the way he moves with that easy confidence. He catches me staring and smirks, that rough, devilish grin making my heart race.

“C’mon.” He grabs my hand, pulling me through the hall. Theplace is all dark wood and stone—big, cold, and intimidating. But with him leading me, it feels like a fortress. Like I’m safe.

He stops in front of a door, and when he opens it, my breath catches. Inside, on a big bed, I see them—Jamal and Nia—curled up and fast asleep. Relief floods through me, and my chest tightens.

“They’re safe,” he says, his voice low. “Brought them here last night.”

I feel my eyes burn, and I blink back the tears. “Aleksander… I didn’t even know…”

He pulls me close, his hand cradling my neck. “Didn’t want you worrying. They’re yours, which means they’re mine too.”

I swallow hard, my heart racing. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

He brushes his thumb over my lip, and there’s that look again—possessive, intense. “Yeah, I did. No one is laying a finger on you or your family again.”

I lean into him, feeling the heat of his words, the promise behind them. He kisses me, and it’s rough, demanding, like he’s making sure I feel it. His tongue sweeps over mine, slow and deep, and my body reacts instantly. My nipples harden, and I feel the heat pooling low, a throbbing ache between my thighs.

He pulls back, his hand tightening on my hip. “This is where you belong. With me.”

I nod, my voice barely a whisper. “Yeah. With you.”

The End.

Chapter 11

ALEKSANDER

I’ve been staring at the same line in this report for twenty minutes.

It’s not the numbers.

It’s not the deal.

It’s her.

I had to leave the house this morning.

Because if I hadn’t, I would’ve taken her again. Pushed her up against the nearest wall, bent her over the table, or pulled her into my lap at breakfast and ruined her in front of the fucking staff.

And that’s not the kind of man I want to be around her siblings.

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