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We both groan at the sensation. This angle makes him feel impossibly deep, hitting spots that make stars explode behind my closed eyes.

“God, you feel perfect.” His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he pulls back and thrusts deep again. “Every time I’m inside you, I wonder how I survived before this. Before you.”

He sets a rhythm that’s deep and controlled, each thrust deliberate and purposeful. One hand slides around to find my clit, circling with the same maddening precision as before.

“Pavel, please.” The plea escapes despite his earlier command for silence.

“Please what?” He leans forward, his chest against my back, his mouth near my ear. “Tell me what you need, Serena.”

“I need to come!” My hands are gripping the edge of the table now, papers crumpling under my fingers. “Please let me.”

“Not yet.” His rhythm increases, thrusts becoming harder, deeper, more desperate. “I want you right on the edge. Want you so desperate that when you finally come, it destroys you completely.”

He works me higher with relentless efficiency—his cock driving deep while his fingers circle my clit with perfectpressure. I’m trembling, gasping, so close that every thrust makes my inner muscles flutter.

“Now,” he finally growls, his control fracturing. “Come for me now, Serena.”

Permission granted, my orgasm crashes through me with devastating force. I cry out his name, my entire body going taut before shuddering through wave after wave of pleasure.

I can only gasp as I drop my head against his chest, and breathe.

Chapter Twenty-Eight - Pavel

The final Kravin holdout falls on a Wednesday morning—a warehouse on the industrial outskirts where Anton and his remaining loyalists have been coordinating their last-ditch resistance. The assault is swift and brutal, ending with Anton himself captured alive after attempting to escape through the storm drains.

I watch through the surveillance feed as my men drag him out, bloodied but conscious, finally in custody after months of conflict.

“Bring him to the secondary facility,” I order Viktor. “Full interrogation protocols. I want to know every contact he has, every political connection, every piece of leverage he thinks he’s holding.”

“And Senator Souris?” Mikhail asks from beside me. “Now that we’ve secured Anton, the senator’s usefulness as an intermediary is gone. He becomes a liability.”

The question hangs heavy. Senator Souris—Serena’s father, the man who sold her to secure his own survival, who’s been feeding intelligence to our enemies while pretending political cooperation.

The man who needs to be dealt with before he becomes a threat again.

“I’ll handle Souris personally,” I state. “Coordinate cleanup operations and ensure all Kravin assets are secured. I want full accounting of damages and casualties by end of day.”

Mikhail nods and leaves to execute the orders, leaving me alone in the command center.

The war is over. We won.

Except the cost has been significant—twelve dead, twenty-three wounded, millions in destroyed property and lost revenue. The Bratva will recover, but the scars will take time to heal.

Now I have to confront the man whose betrayal started this entire cascade of violence.

I find Serena in the bedroom, sitting by the window with a book she’s clearly not reading. She looks up when I enter, her expression shifting from peaceful to alert.

“It’s over,” I tell her. “Anton Kravin is in custody. His organization is destroyed.”

Relief floods her features. “Your people, is everyone safe?”

“Casualties were within acceptable parameters. We’ll recover.” I cross to her, needing the contact. “There’s something we need to discuss about your father.”

She sets down the book, her expression hardening. “What about him?”

“Now that Kravin is neutralized, your father becomes a loose end. One that needs to be tied off before he causes more damage.”

“You’re going to kill him.”