Page 38 of Forced & Knocked-Up Bratva Bride

I didn’t know why, but somehow, hearing him say“our son”stirred up a funny feeling inside me, a feeling that I didn’t want to name.

I pulled backward, away from the man approaching me with a familiar look in his eyes.

Desire.

My throat wobbled as I swallowed hard, struggling to suppress the emotions brewing within me. The lust in his gaze awakened my passion, and now the same flame from the last time we’d had sex had ignited inside me.

No, no, no, no. Not tonight. I couldn’t fall for him again. I should fight this feeling. But the more I tried to do so, the more I lost to my own lust. He was getting close, too close, and his cologne had filled the air around me, invading my nostrils. I felt my willpower dwindling by the second, my heart racing like a galloping horse.

“Why, though?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Why what?” he growled, his tone deep and husky.

I felt a cold shiver run down my spine, and the next second, my back met the wall behind me. “Why not go to your fiancée? Why not take her instead of me?” My lips trembled.

He halted in front of me, a hand resting on the wall behind me, his eyes never leaving mine. “What do you wanna hear?”

“The truth,” I said. “I wanna hear the truth.”

Not that it would change anything, but I was curious to know his reason. Was it because I promised to do whatever he wanted? Because I was readily available and without the ability to turn him down? I needed to know.

Nik’s lips curled into a faint smile, and he leaned in, whispering in my ear. “The truth is, Alessia, Helen is not half the woman that you are.”

My heart sank into my belly, and my breath ceased at the answer he gave. I wasn’t expecting such words from his lips, nor did I expect to hear the sincerity in his tone. Did I hear him correctly, or was my mind playing tricks on me? Nik just implied that I was better than his fiancée, and now that statement had stirred up a lot of questions in my head.

If he thought so, if he genuinely thought so, then that would mean that I wasn’t the only one struggling with my feelings here. He might just as well be going through the same thing as me.

I stared deeply into his eyes, my pulse quickening and my heart beating rapidly. Wait a minute. What if he was only saying this because he wanted to get between my legs again? What if he didn’t mean the words he said?

Yes. There was that.

But there was also sincerity in his tone and a glint of affection in his eyes. He could be telling the truth; he could mean every word he said.

Again, I swallowed against the sudden dryness in my throat. “I…I don’t believe you,” I said, too afraid to trust at this moment. My gaze wouldn’t leave his face as I searched his eyes and expression for the slightest hint of dishonesty and insincerity.

However, I found none.

“That’s not my problem,” he replied to my previous statement, his hand caressing the strands that framed my face. “But the truth, Alessia…will always be visible. You just have to see it.”

He wasn’t wrong because all I saw when I looked at him was a man true to the words he’d spoken. No lies. No deceit. Only sincerity and honesty.

He touched my cheek with the back of his hand, fingers brushing against my skin. My body trembled, a wave of ecstasyspreading through my veins. The air was charged with tension, his gaze, light and sexy, sending tremors down my core.

“I don’t know how you did it,” he continued, his breath warm against my face. “But you have slithered your way into my head, Alessia.”

His confession and the husky tone with which he spoke made me feel wet between my legs. I brushed my thighs against each other in an attempt to hide the desire, the longing his touch had sparked within me.

He went ahead to say, “There’s a fire in your eyes that draws me in. And there’s something about you that I find irresistible.” His hand dropped to my heaving chest, fingers grazing my bare skin. “You feel it, too, don’t you…? The pull?” he whispered, his eyes locked on mine.

At this point, my heart threatened to explode from my chest. He was right. I could feel the pull, the magnetic field drawing us closer until our lips were merely inches apart.

It was no secret that I wanted him, that every fiber of my being craved him. The last time we made out, his touch lingered on my mind for days—in fact, even until now, I couldn’t stop thinking about that night. This was an opportunity to have him all to myself again, to feel his warmth and his hands on me.

It was clear now that he was just as attracted to me as I was to him. At least it wasn’t one-sided. That realization alone made it easier to give in to this temptation. Why starve myself when I knew this was exactly what I wanted, what my body needed to relax and release all that tension?

I found it rather interesting how the atmosphere moved from something ordinary to something very sensual in a matter of minutes. My body was subtly shaking, a sudden cold seeping into my bones as my lips quivered with need. His thumb slowly traced the gentle curve of my mouth, his eyes boring into mine with the kind of intensity that made my pussy tingle.

I stood there, helpless, with my back against the wall, my chest heaving with anticipation. He was taking his time to tease me, to make me want him more than I already did. My legs parted slightly when his other hand dared to travel up the hem of my dress. I steeled myself, my body stiffening as his fingers slid up my thigh.

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