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“I am happy they’re both okay, Pakhan,” I said, gently swaying Ayla.“I can see why you were threatening random people.”

“Let’s go inside. I don’t want Bunny to wake up alone,” he said, looking anxious.

Pyotr had joined three others outside, standing guard over our Queen.

I stepped into the room to see Ania. She’d changed my Pakhan’s life—and now she’d given him a beautiful daughter.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and sat beside her.

This wasn’t the life for me.

But maybe—maybe—if Natalya wanted one baby in the future, I might consider it.

I glanced down at my goddaughter.

Maybe just one.

Chapter 32

Natalya

The dream was delicious. His bearded face scraped against my collar, moving down to my breasts—which I pushed up, begging. Always begging for more.

“Master,” I sighed.

He sucked my nipple. Hard.

My eyes flew open, but everything was pitch black—until my vision adjusted to the hint of moonlight cracking through the blinds.

His mouth widened as he licked over one breast before switching to the other. It felt different. Rough, yes—but urgent.

“My sweet fuckpet.”

I smiled at his words, but it vanished the second he resumed torturing me.

“Get on your hands and knees. I want to fuck that pretty pink cunt from behind. Fuck you like the hot little bitch you are,” he growled.

Oh, he didn’t need to ask me twice.

I twisted around, and he shifted back, giving me room to get into position.

We’d already fucked in the living room and the bedroom before he left. He’d gone to see the Pakhan’s baby and came back like this.

But who knew what went on inside his head?

I’d simply enjoy the ride.

???

Dasha became so attached to me. I was just as bad—begging Master to let her sleep with us—but he insisted he only wanted one pussy in the bedroom. I couldn’t decide if that was sweet or not.

He’d been different since Ania and the Pakhan had their daughter. Then he told me he was Ayla’s godfather.

The man was cold, cruel, and violent—yet he melted at her name.

He still meted out my punishments, and I still encouraged them with my dirty messages, photos, and videos. He took care of every craving, every filthy thing I wanted to try.

He drew the line at the rainbow dildo up his ass.