Dance with the Devil
Dmitry's expression softened even further as he looked down at their daughter, her tiny fingers curled into a fist, eyes scrunched shut.
"Daddy's going to take good care of you, sweetheart," Abeni whispered, pressing a tender kiss to Aziza's forehead. Dmitry scooped her up into his arms, cradling her protectively. "And you, my love, will always be the most beautiful and powerful woman in my eyes." He leaned in, kissing her deeply, their bodies pressed together.
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