Page 80 of Innocent Bratva Twins
It’s up around my breasts, and I can’t move my arms.
It’s higher still—my throat feeling the cold grains as they surround me.
I open my mouth to scream and sand pours in, flooding my lungs, dry and rough and scraping against my flesh.
My eyes shoot open as my body jolts awake. I cough, reaching up to touch my throat.
It was just a dream.
I reassure myself twice. Three times.
Nico is sleeping next to me. When I move, in his sleep, he just reaches out and pulls me a little closer to his body. Settling back down with his arms wrapped around me is reassuring and safe.
But in the back of my mind, I’m filled with worry as I press my hand over my belly. Can I really say that I’m safe? The mafia world is dangerous.
I lie in the dark, thinking about his little brother.
Thinking about the pain of losing someone you love.
How do you pick yourself up and carry on after that?
My dream is still in my head, the dry feeling of sand is scratching at my throat. I wonder what it means?
I close my eyes to stop the tears from rolling onto the pillow. Worrying about my baby makes me wonder if I can stay with Nico. Suppose I’m making the right choice as a mother.
A blinking red light on the nightstand tells me it’s three in the morning.
I snuggle closer to Nico, and he stirs awake.
“Hi, angel.” He whispers, his voice deep and seductive. “Do you need anything?” he asks, worried about me even when he’s only half awake.
“No, go back to sleep, I just had a bad dream,” I whisper back.
He brushes his hand over my waist and then around my stomach again. I do feel safe. I shouldn’t, but I do.
Did we meet at the wrong time?
Is there another universe out there where Nico and I can be together and fall deeper in love without worry for our future?
I close my eyes, thinking of that timeline.
I struggle to fall asleep ,and I end up fidgeting and restless. His body pressed against mine is flooding me with need. Desire builds the longer I lie awake, and I tell myself to ignore it.
Nico’s soothing voice drifts over me. I’m keeping him awake with all my wiggling.
“My angel, they are only bad dreams, nothing can reach you here.”
I want to believe him.
His hand moves over my body, distracting me.
He takes a deep breath and the heat of it against the back of my neck causes my skin to flare with goosebumps.
I shift my ass, pressing it against his groin. I can’t fight the desire anymore.
His cock is already hard.
My heart races as I rock my ass against him, inviting him to take me.
