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SIERRA

The chapel is stupid beautiful.

Like, “is this even real life?” kind of beautiful.

Floor-to-ceiling stained glass. Fresh white roses everywhere.

Gold-trimmed pews that probably cost more than my entire childhood.

And at the very front, Aleksander Maksimov—six-foot-three, broad as hell, terrifying and breathtaking in a black custom suit that hugs his body like it was sewn onto him.

And he’s staring at me like I’m the only person in the world.

Which is kind of wild, considering the chapel is packed. Bratva royalty. Billionaires. Celebrities I’ve only ever seen on TV. My siblings are seated in the front row, dressed in adorable little matching outfits, beaming like it’s Christmas morning. My best friend Tisha’s holding back tears.

And right behind them?

Ioann. My ex.

And my parents.

Aleks demanded they attend. Ordered them to sit, watch, and witness what it looks like when a man really loves a woman. And baby, I’ve never felt so honored, so wanted, so seen in my life.

Because I’m not just some pregnant girl from a one-bedroom apartment anymore.

I’m Aleksander Maksimov’s wife. His obsession. His queen.

And this baby growing inside me? He’s already sworn his life to protecting her.

As I walk down the aisle, my hand rests on the swell of my belly, and Aleks’s jaw ticks. His eyes darken like he wants to devour me right here, in front of everybody. I swear I feel my knees go soft.

I smile.

This man is going to ruin me tonight. And I’m going to let him.

—-

ALEKSANDER

She’s fucking glowing.

Radiant in white, with soft curls pinned back and a veil that barely hides her smile. And that belly—round with my baby—has me so feral I can barely breathe. Every step she takes toward me feels like a prayer being answered.

I don’t care who’s in this chapel.

Her piece-of-shit parents?

My disappointment of a son?

They’re all here because I commanded it. And they’re going to sit quietly and watch me put a ring on the only woman I’ve ever wanted.

When she reaches me, I take her hand and place it on my chest, right over my heart.

“Mine,” I say low, just for her.

“Always,” she whispers back.

And when the priest starts talking, I don’t hear a word of it. All I hear is the blood rushing through my ears and the need pounding in my chest.

To take her.

Claim her.

Fill her up again, right on top of our wedding bed.

—-

I don’t wait.

The second the door closes behind us, I lift her into my arms and toss her onto the bed like a doll. Her dress is already half-undone because I couldn’t keep my hands to myself in the limo.

She’s breathless. Laughing. Glowing.

And fucking mine.

“I told you,” I growl, pulling her gown the rest of the way off, “I was gonna wreck you tonight.”

She bites her lip, spreading her legs for me as I slide her panties down. “Then do it, husband.”

I drop to my knees, pushing her thighs apart. “You gonna take my cock while carrying my baby?” I kiss the swell of her belly, then bite the soft inside of her thigh. “Gonna let Daddy fill you up again? Knock you up while you’re already full?”

Her moan is all the permission I need.

I eat her like I’ve been starved. Tongue deep in her soaked pussy, hands gripping her thighs so tight she’ll bruise tomorrow. She comes with a cry—loud, raw, perfect—and I don’t let up. Just suck and lick and tease her clit until she’s sobbing for more.

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.