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Then I flip her, one hand on her hip, the other guiding my thick cock between her folds.

“Fuck me, Aleks,” she cries.

So I do.

Hard.

Slow.

Deep enough she feels it in her spine.

Her swollen tits bounce with every thrust, and I can’t stop growling.

“You’re mine.” Thrust. “My wife.” Thrust. “My baby mama.” Thrust.

“My fucking life.”

She comes again, screaming my name, and I don’t stop until I’m buried to the hilt, spilling inside her, claiming every inch of her body one more time.

When I finally collapse beside her, heart pounding, hand resting on her belly, I murmur against her ear:

“Tomorrow, we tell your parents you’re naming our daughter after my mother. Tonight, I’m just gonna fuck you ‘til you pass out.”

Sierra laughs—breathless, fucked-out, and glowing.

“God help me,” she whispers, curling into my chest.

Too late, baby.

I already claimed you.

Forever.

Chapter 17

SIERRA

I knew Aleksander was rich.

But I didn’t know he had this kind of money.

The kind of money that buys an entire villa in Milan for a week, complete with private staff, an on-call chef, and a closet full of clothes in my size—before I even unpacked.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” I murmur, still breathless as he hands me a small box tied with silk ribbon.

Aleks leans back on the edge of the bed, shirt unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, hair damp from the shower. “I did. You’re my wife.”

“And?”

“And you’re glowing. Round with my baby. And that makes me completely fucking unhinged.”

I open the box.

Lingerie.

Cream silk, delicate lace, soft and barely there.

My breath catches. “It’s… stunning.”

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