Page 51 of Forced & Knocked-Up Bratva Bride

The door creaked gently as I stepped into the hallway. Our bedroom was just across, but Nikita was already there, leaning against the doorway, arms folded, watching me.

“Hey,” he said, his voice soft and gentle.

“Hey,” I replied, a bright smile tugging at my lips as I approached him, rolling my neck in a massaging motion.

“You look exhausted,” he teased, pulling me to himself.

“Exhausted is an understatement at this point,” I replied, melting into his warm embrace, his possessive arms wrapping around me.

He chuckled, slipping his hands into my hair from the back. Before I could make another statement, a soft moan escaped my lips, my tension gradually dissipating into thin air. His fingers massaged my scalp, his signature therapy, helping ease my stress.

“Damn, that’s so relaxing,” I whispered under my breath, inhaling the mix of his sweat and cologne. “I needed that,” I added, referring to the scalp massage, or was it a head massage?

He slid his fingers down my face, and with his thumbs, Nik rubbed my temples, pushing them in just enough to help me relax. “You need to rest,” he said. “You’ve had a long day.” I lifted my chin, his eyes boring into mine.

“We both have,” I replied, exhaling sharply with my hands thrown around his neck.

We stood like that for a while, swaying slightly in the silence. Then, he leaned in, brushing my hair back to press a kiss just below my ear. “Our boy has your soul,” he whispered. “Gentle, calm, but fierce.”

My cheeks flushed, and my lips parted slightly. “I wonder who he got that last part from.”

Nik chuckled, his fingers caressing my hair. “He has the same fire I see in your eyes, Alessia—the fire that first drew me in the first time I saw you.”

I looked up at him, his eyes sparkling with mirth, and my heart melted with each passing second. I lifted my heels off the floor and stood balanced on my toes as I reached for his lips, claiming them. Our kiss was slow, passionate, unhurried—like we had all the time in the world. And we did.

His strong, big palms framed my face, his kiss stealing the very breath from my lungs. It wasn’t about fire or hunger. No. It was something deeper than either of us could fathom. Our connection was strong, and nowadays, I could not even imagine living a life without him.

As strange as this drastic change was,wemade it happen—the two of us. Collectively, we made sure this life of bliss and happiness was a possibility. Nik’s hands dropped to my waist, and gently, he pulled me to himself. Our tongues did a slow, passionate dance in our mouths as our heads tilted to the side, moving in sync to the rhythm of our passion.

At that moment, I wasn’t the daughter of a disgraced mafia boss, nor was he the ruthless Bratva leader who ruled with an iron fist. We were just two adults, so full of love and gratitude for how our story turned out in the end.

Interesting how something that started as a hostage situation ended up as a blissful union between two completelydifferent individuals. Nik and I were stark contrasts of each other, but I guessed that, unlike terms, indeed attracted. He often told me from time to time that I was the light in his dark, the better half that completed him.

However, as strange as this might sound, Nik was the dark in my light. Together, we created perfect harmony, a perfect match that would, in turn, create the kind of home worth raising a child in.

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The next day, my husband decided to keep me in the dark about where we were going. He simply asked me to dress up and follow him to the city—no further explanations. Nothing.

Nik drove us across town, and soon, the vehicle glided through a narrow street lined with old buildings and boutiques with elegant window displays.

He pulled up in front of a majestic building, its façade looming over us with large glass windows glinting in the sunlight. Nik killed the engine and turned to face me, his lips curled into a mischievous grin.

I pulled my head back, squinting my eyes in surprise. “Okay…you’re being cryptic right now.” I laughed lightly.

“How so?” he asked, eyes never leaving mine.

“Well, you brought me shopping in the middle of the week,” I said, adding almost immediately. “We don’t go shopping in the middle of the week.”

His grin grew even more mischievous. “Who says we’re here to shop?” Nik opened the driver’s door and said, “Come on.”

I had no idea what was going on, but I trusted him. My heart was pounding like a drum in my chest, and my smile was retained as I wondered what he had up his sleeves this time. I closed the door behind me, my gaze fixed on him as he headed toward the building in front of us.

He stopped at the sleek glass door at the entrance and withdrew a key. My eyes shifted to the gold lettering above the entrance, but I was only able to see the first and the last letters “A…O.” This was because the name was sealed with a black leather, torn at both ends.

He twisted the key, and the door unlocked.

Nik pushed it open and sketched a small bow. “After you.”

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