DON IVAN PETROV: Claimed By The Alpha Don

~~Cecilia~~“I'm pregnant.” The whole room fell into silence immediately at my sudden declaration, that the only sound heard was SpongeBob's voice from the TV and that of my racing heartbeat.My parents, who had just gotten in a few minutes ago, and now sitting on our white sofa, exchanged a quick glance, surprise, and shock reflecting on their faces. Alex, my sweet and innocent little brother, simply stared at me, his big brown eyes wide with curiosity, as if he understood a word I just said. But I guess he must have felt the instant drop of tension in the room.My father spoke first, "Cecilia, What did you just say? Is this some sort of prank?'I shook my head, “No, papa. It's the truth.”“But Cecil you can't be pregnant,” mum rushed out, “you are a virgin aren't you?”That was something every parent badly wants to believe about their daughters. But I'm sorry mum, I had my V card swiped in a car when I was fifteen.However, given the situation at hand, I'm guessing that's not hel

~~Cecilia~~ “Don Petrov.” “Don Petrov” The audience kept cheering and clapping, oblivious of the war going on in me_ not that they had any reason to give a damn of course, but… I clutched my stomach, feeling suddenly dizzy as bile rose in my stomach. Oh My God, I'm gonna puke. This is…this is so unbelievable. This is so really unbelievable, how could I? I'm supposed to be this man's property? This same man who murdered my parents? I'm gonna have to serve him, knowing that he's responsible for my family's massacre? The nauseousness was suddenly replaced with anger, and my eyes burned with unshed tears. But most importantly, why did he want me? Why would he place such a ridiculous amount of money on me? For you to spend that much on something, it means you need that thing, but why? Oh My God, does he know who I am? That I'm the daughter of the same man he murdered? Maybe he wants to make me suffer more for whatever twisted reason he has. Maybe he wishes to see me go throu

Cecilia's POV “A-Assassins?” I stuttered. My eyes doubled in size. What on earth did he mean assassins? My father would never be involved with assassins. There was no way, right? Don Petrov stared at me, a blank expression on his face. But those eyes, they warned me not to dare him. “Papa,” I swallowed, dropping my gaze on my hands. I clasped them together, wrenching them nervously. I could feel the heat in his gaze as I continued speaking. “Papa would never be involved with assassins,” Tilting my face up with his hands, he cocked a brow, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Please tell me you do not think your father was a saint,” There was a harsh edge to his voice as he spoke. My hands trembled and I held them tighter trying to hide the tremor. He was intimidating. But even more annoying was the snide way he spoke. As if I were some naive little girl who knew nothing. "He wasn't a saint," I spat, unable to take the insult against my father. "But that doesn't make him some

My first reaction was SHOCK!.Followed by a scream in my head to push him away.I raised my hands, intending to do just that, but the moment I placed my palms on my chest, a strange heat coursed through my whole body, making me shiver and dampening the fight and resistance in me instantly.His hand took hold of my neck as his lips pressed tighter against mine and the shivers turned to a delicious tingle.I moaned before I could stop myself but I didn't care.My palms clenched his fabric tightly as I opened up, giving his tongue access to invade my mouth.I moaned again, my eyes drifting close as his tongue sparred with mine.It was so good...I thought holding him tighter, arching closer to him so u could get more.It is just too good.His other hand slipped around my waist and pulled me closer to him. A gasp tore past my lip into his mouth when I felt his very hard erection on my tummy.I was definitely going crazy.That's the only word to describe what was happening yet I couldn't fi

~~IVAN~~The look on Cecilia's face broke my heart but damn if I'd dwell on that.I don't care if she's hurt by my words which are the truth..."What do you mean?" She asked, frowning.. confusion laced in her eyes.I quirked my brow, "Are you gonna stand there and pretend you don't know what an evil man your father was?"She shook her head, her eyes shaking on her chest.And I tried, really tried to not look at her body, the curve of her tits and her slightly big stomach but that was a losing battle.Damn this mating heat for making me want to lose my mind.And apparently it had the same effect on her, which I could sense confuses her as fuck.The mating heat is unlike any level of Lust that existed. And animalistic craving. An inhumane need."I don't understand you." She said again, and I almost believed her.Almost did, but I'll be fucked if I let another Rossi fool me with their poker face.She was her father's pride.No way she didn't know of her dad's dealings.No way she didn't k