Page 55 of Forced By the Bratva

“Well, I’m his father,” I said, chuckling, “and our son seems to have a different thought from you.” A bright smile was on my face as I carefully set the baby in his crib, making sure to be as gentle as I could so he wouldn’t wake up.

I turned to Jenna, who was standing beside me. “Did he stress you a lot today?”

“You bet.” She shrugged her shoulders. She seemed excited; though she was trying to hide it, it was easy to see.

“Now that he is asleep, we can get a little time off,” I placed my hand on her lower back to lead her out of the room. “At least you have more time to focus on me now,” I added as I switched off the lights.

However, I doubted she’d heard my last comment; she was already walking ahead. As time went by, her excitement started to become more obvious.

“You know, becoming a mother is not a walk in the park, nor is it a bed of roses, but I think I’m adjusting and getting used to it. Still, the older Daniil gets, the more I worry about him.”

A slight smile crossed my face as I stood back, watching her walk ahead of me. She was talking so excitedly and gesturing with her hands, not even noticing that I was no longer beside her.

“I had no idea that raising a baby could be this hard, but still, there are parts of it that are enjoyable, don’t you think?” She paused when there was no response and slowly spun around to see me standing at a distance with my arms folded.

She let out a lopsided smile and walked back to meet me. “Why are you still standing there? Come on, he is asleep already, and even if he happens to wake up, the housekeepers will be there to tend to him.” She pulled my hand.

I smiled broadly, amused that she finally noticed me after going on about her son.

There was a sparkle in her eyes as she looked at me, and just when I thought she was finally going to say something about us, she went back to talking about the baby.

“We should go shopping together for Daniil whenever you are free from work, okay?” She flashed me a smile and went over to the side of the bed to adjust the sheets. In the process, her curls fell over her shoulders and covered her face.

I swallowed hard, seeing that she was still speaking with the sparkle in her eyes—only this time around, I wasn’t paying attention to what she was saying. I could only see her lips moving.

Without warning, I slowly crossed the room and went behind her. Because she didn’t see me standing there, bent over as she was, her butt slowly brushed over my groin, which caused my manhood to swell.

Jenna sprang up when she noticed me behind her, but before she could say anything or even react, I quickly spun her around to face me.

With a swift movement, I pinned her down on the bed, and the next moment, I was hovering over her, and she was under me, looking into my face.

“You seem to be forgetting that you are married to me,” I growled, and she took a deep breath.

“What do you mean, Feliks?” Her gaze danced around my face till it settled on my eyes.

“We don’t do the things we used to, and I’m worried about you every day.”

Jenna’s eyes softened; she seemed to realize how neglected I must have felt after our son's arrival.

I wasn’t jealous of my son, let alone outrightly angered by the fact that she’d gotten so excited about our son, but the fact that she barely gave me any attention was annoying sometimes.

“I have some needs, too, you know?” I licked my lips.

With the position we were in, I knew that she’d be able to feel my erection on her stomach, and I was sure that she’d understand what I meant.

The grin that immediately spread on her face served as confirmation that she’d gotten the message. Then, she did something unexpected. Before I could say another word, she crept out from beneath me and spun me around so that she was now hovering over me.

Her smile broadened as she looked down at me. “I didn’t realize that my poor husband has been attention-starved all this while.” She giggled, but the look in her eyes quickly switched from an innocent smile to a silly grin before it finally took on a wicked look.

Slowly and seductively, she dragged her hand over my body, from my chest down to my stomach, and further down till she was rubbing my erection through my pants. Then, she leaned down, her hair scattered all over my face as she brushed her soft lips over mine.

I raised my hand and brushed her hair away from my face, then slowly moved my hand around, cupping her neck, and kissed her roughly.

The kiss only lasted for a moment before she suddenly pulled away. Before I could ask why, she told me to sit and dropped to her knees at the foot of the bed. She rubbed my erection till I felt like I was on the verge of losing it.

When she finally unzipped my pants and reached out for my manhood with her bare hands, I swallowed hard and bit down on my bottom lip to prevent the sound that lingered in the back of my throat from forcing its way out.

She stroked my hard dick with her hand for a while, looking into my eyes at the same time.

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