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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.”

“It’ll look better on the floor.”

—-

Fifteen minutes later, I step out of the bathroom wearing it.

Barefoot, flushed, nervous.

Aleks is by the window, staring out at the Milan skyline like he owns it. When he hears me, he turns—

And goes still.

Completely still.

His eyes drop.

Stay.

Darken.

He moves toward me with slow, dangerous precision.

Then stops right in front of me, fingertips brushing the curve of my hip.

“I don’t think you understand,” he says softly. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

He cups my face, kisses me so gently it nearly breaks me.

Then he walks me backwards until the backs of my thighs hit the edge of the bed.

“Sit.”

I do.

He kneels.

And ruins me.

—-

ALEKSANDER

She tastes like silk and sin.

I eat her with the hunger of a man who’s been starving since the day he met her. I make her come twice before I even unbuckle my pants—once with my tongue, once with two fingers and nothing but my breath on her throat.

Then I lift her—carefully, reverently—and press her up against the tall glass window.

Outside, the lights of Milan glow golden.

Inside, I fuck my wife like I’m trying to brand her from the inside out.

“Can they see us?” she whispers, flushed and panting.

“Does it matter?”

Her laugh dies when I slam into her deeper. She gasps, legs tightening around me.

“You’re mine,” I growl. “They should see.”

I grip her ass, lift her, control every stroke until she’s shaking against the glass.

“Can feel your walls fluttering,” I mutter, voice breaking. “Pussy’s just as hungry as you are, huh?”

She whimpers.

“You want me to fill you up again?”

“Yes,” she cries. “Please.”

I slam in deep and stay there, hips grinding, cock thick and throbbing as I empty into her again and again, whispering against her neck, “My wife. My baby. My fucking world.”

—-

Later, she falls asleep on top of me, bare and glowing, while the city pulses below us.

I stare up at the ceiling, hand on her belly, cock already hard again.

Yeah.

One week’s not gonna be enough.

—-

SIERRA

“You want me to go in there alone?”

Aleks lifts a brow from the backseat of the blacked-out town car. “I want you to enjoy yourself.”

“I’m pregnant, hormonal, and definitely not wearing designer heels.”

“That’s why you’re going shopping.”

He leans in, kisses the corner of my mouth. “There’s a card in your purse. No limit. If they hesitate, tell them your husband’s name. They’ll either faint or offer you stock options.”

I snort.

But when I walk into the boutique and say “Maksimov”, they don’t blink.

They bow.

—-

Two hours later, I’m dripping in silk.

A salesgirl zips up a velvet wrap dress over my belly and gasps like she’s seen heaven.

Aleks walks in just as they’re piling bags onto a cart, and the room goes silent.

He walks straight up to me, eyes sweeping over the dress.

Then he grabs my hand and turns to the sales associate. “She’ll take this one.”

“Yes, Mr. Maksimov. It’s yours.”

“No. She’s mine,” he corrects, pulling me flush to his chest.

“She gets everything.”

I barely manage to gasp before he leans down, voice low and dark, “Get the car ready. I’m gonna fuck her in the back seat before dinner.”