Page 83 of Forced Bratva Kidnapped Virgin
He held me close, refusing to let go. The longer I remained in his arms, breathing in the scent of his cologne, the calmer I became. When he decided to let go, he raised my chin and looked into my eyes.
“I didn’t realize how my actions were hurting you,” he said, his voice dripping with sincerity. “Work has been crazy these past two months, and I’ve barely even had a proper rest. It’s been one catastrophic incident after another.”
The exhaustion in his eyes melted my heart.
He continued, “I swear, with the system I had in place to make sure you never lacked anything, I thought I was leaving you in good hands.”
No hands are better than yours.
I swallowed hard, taking notes of the faint bags under his eyes and the tiredness etched in his gaze. This man had been working harder than before; it was obvious now. And it was taking a toll on him too.
I’d been so focused on myself that I’d forgotten he was a human being as well.
“I should’ve paid more attention to you,” he said, voicing my own thoughts. “You’re my wife. You’re carrying my child, and you should come first. Always.”
At this point, I didn’t have it in me to be angry anymore. I was just emotional. So emotional that I started crying for no reason.
God, I hated this aspect of pregnancy!
It made me weak, and I didn’t like it at all.
“I’m sorry,” I whimpered, drying my tears. “It’s just harder when you’re not around.”
“Shhhh.” He wiped the remaining tears I didn’t get off my cheeks. “I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere.”
We stared deeply into each other’s eyes, and I felt a familiar warmth spreading through my body.
He pulled me closer to himself and breathed me in. “Hmm. You smell so good.”
My cheeks flushed at his remark, my lips curling into a genuine smile.
He placed his hand on my swollen belly, his touch gentle and reverent. “How’s our baby doing?”
I glanced down. “It kicks…a lot.”
“Really?” He bent over, his ear against my stomach, as if listening. “I don’t hear it.”
I chuckled lightly. “That’s because it isn’t happening right now.”
Nial straightened, his eyes locked to mine.
“You look stressed out,” I said, my fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt.
“A quick nap can fix that,” he answered.
“Maybe.” I shrugged my shoulders, my teeth grazing my lower lip. “But I can think of other things that can fix it even faster.” My hand slid down to his groin.
“Uuuuhhh.” He groaned, his neck rolling in a massaging motion. “I want this, but I’m worried about your condition.”
“Shhhh. I’m pregnant. Not handicapped.” I dipped my hand in his pants and began stroking his cock. “Besides, all you have to do is tell me to stop, and I will,” I whispered, holding his gaze.
He groaned, deeper this time.
My hand was still in his pants when I continued stroking his length, refusing to take my eyes off his face. “Go ahead. Tell me to stop,” I dared him, knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to do so.
“I’m just…I’m just worried about you,” he murmured, basking in the euphoria of my touch.
“I’m fine, so you can worry about something else.” I crouched before him, settling on my knees. “Like the nasty things I’m about to do to you.”
