Page 40 of Unwilling Bratva Bride

Like before, Adley wasn’t in the main bedroom when I walked in. But I could hear strange scratching noises comingfrom the bathroom. Heading that way, I noticed that the black bag which held Adley’s drawing shit was open.

Hmm…

Being as quiet as I could, I entered the bathroom, and there she was. Sitting on her legs, Adley was in front of a large sketch pad propped up on a small easel. She was in front of the full-length mirror I’d tucked against the wall on the far side of the tub, and I could tell immediately that she was drawing.

As I padded further in, thanking that impulse to put a mirror by the bath so that I could watch myself fuck in it, I briefly flicked my stare to the open patio door. She’d clearly discovered the tricks that the shower setup offered.

Adley sat up straighter, turning her attention to the mirror, and I instinctively moved closer to her. It was then that I noticed her distinct lack of a shirt.Well, hello there.

Quickly roaming my gaze across what she’d been drawing, I could finally see the gorgeous piece. She’d been working on a sketch of herself, her body at least. In the image, her head was turned away, and I could recognize the pose from what she was doing now in front of the mirror.

The image was almost complete, Adley having expertly rendered her lithe form and fabulous breasts. The soft curves were sketched to such perfection that I was really upset that the picture couldn’t come to life and join the fun.Two sets of perky, b-cup breasts would be so damn nice.

After a moment of studying how she looked in the mirror, Adley went back to the drawing and finished shading the right side of the portrait, the stark shadows depicted by precise lines and smudges.

“Oh, okay. Done.”

I smiled as she spoke, loving that she still hadn’t noticed me. Adley raised her hands over her head, stretching out long. I could imagine her back was stiff, and she let out a gentle sigh as she reached over her head.

When Adley’s eyes opened again, I met them in the mirror.

“Ivan!” She jumped, spinning around and using her hair to cover her chest. “Christ! You have to stop scaring me like that.”

Smirking, I chuckled quietly. “But it’s so fun.”

Crossing the remaining few feet between us, I circled around the tub and sat down on the ledge. I smirked down at Adley as her cheeks turned pink, reaching for her hair and tossing it back over her shoulder.

“Never hide yourself from me.”

The flush in her cheeks deepened, and Adley ducked her head down, looking at the floor. “Right. Sorry.”

I narrowed my eyes and took her chin in my hand, getting her to look at me. “I’m not looking for an apology, Adley. And as much as I adore how embarrassed you get, I like the thought of you being comfortable in your skin.”

Her eyes flared wide, and I wasn’t quite sure where that came from myself. She reached up tentatively, wrapping her smaller hand around mine where it gripped her chin.

“I’m not used to this.” She laughed slightly, flicking her eyes to the floor and then back up. “You have to know that this ‘wooing’ you’re doing is far from typical.”

I snorted, smirking as I slid my tongue around my teeth. “I think you’ll find that very little about me is ‘typical.’”

Adley grinned, smoothing her hand down my arm, which made me drop it. “Well, you’ve got me there.”

There was a beat of silence where I just stared at her, admiring the curves of her breasts, the way the afternoon light hit her skin, and the cooler breeze made her nipples pebble.

“You were drawing?”

She nodded, that thread of bashfulness still tangled in her. “Yeah. I, umm, I thought about going to go to school for it once. I just…”

Adley looked over her shoulder, eyeing her sketch.

“I just have to sometimes. It…settles my nerves. Drawing just…it’s a part of me, I guess.”

With a laugh, her attention returned to me, and Adley rolled her eyes with a head shake.

“Wow, that sounded lame.”

“Hardly.” I met her stare hard when she gaped up at me. “I may not be as artistically inclined, but I understand.”

A small smile touched the corner of her mouth, turning it up, and she looked between me and the floor again. After a moment, Adley sat up straighter, chewing on her lip. She wanted something.

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