Page 41 of Forced & Knocked-Up Bratva Bride
It happened again. We had sex the last time we were together, and it was great—mind-blowing. Alessia had surprised me in ways that no one else had. That wasn’t the outcome that I was expecting, but she shocked me to my bones. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she had spent a lot of time wishing for an opportunity to display the skills she’d buried this whole time.
She must have been intimidated by the way I made her cum with my tongue the other night. Hence, the reason she pulled that stunt in the kitchen. It felt so personal, like she wastrying to make me feel the same way I made her feel—good. Really good.
I’d been with many women before her, but none of them had ever pleased me sexually the way that she did. I didn’t realize just how great she was with those tiny hands of hers until she showed me. Alessia’s blowjob and handjob skills were next to none—completely off the charts.
She’d proven to me that she could be anything I wanted: a good girl, a bad girl, or a nasty little devil. Whatever character I wished to see her display, she’d proven to be up to the task. She took her time that night in the kitchen and made sure that she returned the favor; she guaranteed that I had a blast. A part of me felt that was done on purpose so that after it was over, I’d have something to think about.
If that was her plan, then it worked because ever since that night, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her. I hadn’t found a way to stop reminiscing about the way she handled me.
Alessia was eating deeper and deeper into not just my head, but also my heart. It was almost like I couldn’t spend a few minutes without thoughts of her crossing my mind. No matter how hard I tried to stop myself, I just couldn’t.
No way I was starting to get super attached to this woman. But the truth was, I was. I tried to stop myself; however, all of my attempts proved to be futile. She’d registered deep in my heart and soul, inked like a friggin’ tattoo. With each passing day, I felt more and more drawn to her.
Ever since that hug in the garden the other day, I knew she’d unlocked something in me, but I’d yet to name it. I couldn’t because the moment I did, there’d be no going back. The sound of her moans still echoed in my head, her soft purrs and labored breaths filling my mind. I could feel my erection swelling within my pants as images of her face contorted in pleasure kept me busy.
I was distracted, unable to focus on this meeting, and even though I’d been trying to pay attention, I just couldn’t. I would always find myself replaying the sex from that night. The mere thought of her lips on mine, her skin, smooth and soft beneath mine, was electric. My jaw tightened in an attempt to shake her from my thoughts, but the more I struggled, the more I failed woefully.
Zoning out during a meeting like this, especially with thePakhanaround, was very disrespectful. I shouldn’t be doing that; every man seated here should have my undivided attention.
“…Nik…?”PakhanArtem’s voice cut through my thoughts like a fucking knife.
Shit,I cursed in my mind, realizing that wasn’t the first time he’d called out my name.
“Are you still with us?” he asked, eyes squinting as he watched me.
I cleared my throat, adjusting subtly in my chair, fingers rubbing my eyeballs. “Yes. I am.”
“I bet he’s thinking about his fiancée.” Yuri chuckled, lips parting to reveal his whites.
A soft chuckle rose amongst the others, their gazes fixed on me.
“If I had a woman that gorgeous, I’d be thinking about her right now, too,” another said, sipping his vodka.
“Dmitry, you’re married,” Viktor said to him, gently reminding him with a faint grin flashing across his face.
“It’s a marriage of convenience, Viktor,” he replied, his tone sharp and witty. “We don’t love each other. Our union is for the greater good of both our families.” He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low whisper. “If I’m being honest…I’m fucking miserable.”
The others laughed lightly.
“I’m serious, that woman is out to kill me,” Dmitry added, tapping his fingers on the table.
“Come on, it cannot be that bad.” Yuri chuckled.
“Easy for you to say. You’re happily married,” came Dmitry’s response.
“Speaking of marriages.”PakhanArtem leaned in, his eyes fixed solely on me. “When do you plan on settling down, Nik?”
I was silent for a moment, holding his gaze with a blank expression.
“Pakhan’sright, you know,” Yuri said to me. “You’re getting old. Not to mention, your fiancée won’t wait forever.”
Helen Orlov was nothing more than a strategic alliance, a piece of the chessboard that meant absolutely nothing to me. I did not want her. And now, hearing Dmitry’s ordeal with the wife he married under the same context, I was determined that wouldn’t be my fate.
Why take in another woman and discard the one that my heart beat for—the one carrying my child, my son? It didn’t make any sense to me whatsoever.
I leaned back in the chair, maintaining my blank expression, eyes still locked with Artem’s. “I’ll handle that when the time is right.”
Artem didn’t press further, but the look in his eyes made it clear that he wouldn’t let the topic drop forever.
