All Chapters of THE DONS' SURROGATE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

QUAN Those two words broke every fragment of restraint in me. My hands undress her.Her pearl white skin,fragile against my calloused hands. " You still can escape Bunny,the door's code is 1790. '' I rasped close to her neck. My breath was fanning against the back of her ear. Her fingers find my hand. She places my two fingers at her entrance,the wetness coercing me to ravish her.Slowly , one digit is in her,her stiffened body trying to adjust to the foreign intrusion. I push in and out,her hole slowly adapting to the new movement. Gasps of air escape her mouth,and another digit joins the rhythm. My throbbing cock spilling in my pants. I needed a release . Her thighs luring me in. My length aligns with them.I move, the red lines being formed, increase my insanity.Her pants, her tight hole, and that was enough for me to burst.My seeds spewing across her thighs and seductively flowing down to the sheets. "I'm about to make you mine. From now till eternity, your body, your s

LIA “What is it, Dimitri? Of course,” Quan said, annoyance threading his voice as he sat up. “Well, good afternoon to you too,” he drawled. “Sorry to interrupt whatever cabin-related activity you were clearly enjoying.” Quan closed his eyes briefly. “If this isn’t urgent—” “Oh, it is,” Dimitri cut in. “Relax. I wouldn’t call just to ruin your mood. That part’s a bonus.” “Get to the point,” Quan said. “The threat’s gone,” he said. “Clean. Confirmed. You don’t have to keep looking over your shoulder anymore.” “You’re sure?” he asked. “Very,” Dimitri replied. “Multiple confirmations. It’s finished.” “Next time,” Quan said, “lead with that.” Dimitri laughed softly. “Where’s the fun in that?” The call ended. Quan lowered the phone and sat there for a moment, gathering himself before turning back to me. “What was that about?” I asked quietly. “It’s over,” he said. I frowned slightly. “Over?” “The problem,” he clarified. “The one I didn’t want anywhere near you

DIMITRI “So,” he says casually, like we weren’t just one breath away from forgetting the rest of the world. “Now that the threat’s officially done… what are you planning to do with the old hag?” “Straight to business,” I mutter. “No easing into it?” Quan shrugs. “Figured there’s no better time. You two always hide the ugly stuff until later.” “She’s still secured,” he says. “Nothing’s changed yet.” “Yet,” Quan repeats. “That’s what I figured.” He hesitates, “Just thought I’d ask before Dimitri decides to get… creative.” I scoff. “Please. I’ve been very restrained.” Quan’s mouth twitches. “All I’m saying is—she doesn’t get to crawl back into the world just because the danger’s gone, right?” “No,” Salve answers simply. “She doesn’t.” I tilt my head. “She made her choices long before Lia ever crossed our path.” Quan nods, satisfied. “Good. Didn’t think you’d let her off easy.” He straightens, pushing off the doorframe. “Didn’t mean to interrupt. Just… wanted to unpa

LIA I got there first . Dimitri came next. Quan arrived last. Salve was already at the head of the table, looking serious. His eyes scanned each of us in turn. “People are starting to talk,” he said simply. “They’re asking why there’s no heir,” he continued. “They’ve noticed, and they’re commenting.” Dimitri didn’t move, but I saw a small twitch in his jaw. Salve leaned back a little. “We need to decide what to do. People are expecting answers… or at least an explanation.” My vision is blurred,nausea hitting me.The next minute I was running towards the washroom. My stomach twists violently. I barely make it to the sink before gripping the edge, breath coming in short, uneven pulls. The room feels too warm. The smell of soap turns wrong. I swallow, fighting the wave climbing up my throat. Nausea. I press a hand to my mouth, eyes squeezing shut, waiting for it to pass. My body feels traitorous, reacting before my mind can catch up. I shake my head, trying to push

LIA I sit on the edge of the chair while the doctor talks—four weeks early, and everything is normal so far. Quan hasn’t said much. “So,” he says finally, rubbing the back of his neck, eyes fixed somewhere over my shoulder. “Four weeks.” “There was a question Dimitri asked me,” he says quietly. My heart skips, but I keep my voice steady. “What question?” “He asked me if I’d marry you. If you asked.” Quan swallows. “I told him yes. No thinking. No conditions.” He steps closer,I can see the tension in his jaw, the way his hands curl slightly at his sides. “But that was him asking,” he continues. “Not you.” My breath catches. “So now,” he says softly, “I need to ask you the same." “Lia,” he says, voice steady but vulnerable, “would you marry me?” I don’t look away when he asks. “I wouldn’t say no,” I tell him quietly. “But not now,” I continue. “And not like this.” His brows draw together—not in anger, just confusion. “Like what?” “Like I’m still tied to