Page 25 of The Bratva King's Pregnant Bride

“I like your hair up. You have a beautiful face. You shouldn’t hide behind your hair,” he comments as we join the queue to get in.

“Thank you. I assume we’re in the crowd tonight,” I comment, looking around.

“I have a private box.” He smiles, waving and greeting a few people across the room.

“Of course you do,” I murmur.

We make our way through a hallway, up some stairs, and to the end, where we sit in a box. I look around and smile.

“Are you excited?” he asks, tilting his head to look at me.

“No.” I blush.

“Even if you hate me, you can enjoy something I take you to. Russian opera is beautiful and heart-wrenching. It’s about love and loss, but how it was worth loving anyway.”

He settles a hand on my leg, and I want to push it away, but I promised and want to see Asher, so I rest my hand on his, lacing our fingers together.

After everyone is settled, the music starts, and the curtain opens. I watch in awe but knit my eyebrows cause I don’t quite know what’s going on. Kervyn must notice because I hear achuckle, and he leans toward me. “She’s declaring her love for our dear hero. Saying she will die with him. Think something along the lines of the English play Romeo and Juliet. Warring families, except, in this case, it’s a class basis. He is poor but brave, and she is a princess.”

I nod and listen as he tells me what they’re singing about. It’s a moment before I notice I’m absentmindedly stroking his leg.

“Not too far up,” he says suddenly, “or you’ll start something you don’t want to finish.”

I feel flushed as I realize what he means, and I can’t help but glance down to see he is bulging through his pants. I blush and meet his eyes. I don’t know if it’s the love story of the opera, the way his voice sounds describing everything, or maybe it’s the pregnancy, but I feel very aroused.

“Unless that’s what you want…” he murmurs, leaning down to press his lips against mine. I return the kiss.

I pull away. “People can see.”

He reaches over, pulls on a rope, and the curtains on either side of our box swing closed, and an automatic but dim light comes on.

He turns and kisses me harder, and I moan softly. I don’t want this, do I?

I remember that night of passion, and suddenly, I feel his hand searching for the bottom of my dress. He finds it and reaches up my skirt, sliding his hand between my legs. I can’t help myself, I spread my legs.

I reach down and grope him gently through his pants and swear he growls into my mouth. He breaks our kiss and starts pulling his jacket off.

“Kervyn, we shouldn’t,” I murmur.

“We’re betrothed, so we should.” He moves and kneels in front of me, pushing my skirt right up. He buries his face between my legs, and through my underwear, he begins to dothat thingwith his tongue. He twists it, and the tip of his tongue gently rolls my swollen clit.

I arch my back, and his hand trails up my side and gropes my breast through the dress.

I whimper softly, and he shushes me. I try not to giggle, and then I try desperately not to moan. Muffled by the curtain, the sad operatic ballad is the soundtrack to his mouth pleasuring me. After I’m thoroughly soaked, he gets up and starts to undo his pants.

“I’m not sure how we’re going to make this work…” he murmurs.

I get up and hike my skirt around my waste. I kneel on the seat with my exposed ass in the air. “When in doubt.”

He chuckles, and I glance back. I forgot how thick he is. How didthatfit inside of me last time?

He moves my soaking panties out of the way and rubs between my lips and then around the head of his cock.

I brace myself on my arms on the chair, and he slowly pushes into me. I know I shouldn’t want this, but as he enters me, I feel like my world is the right way around. I shudder in pleasure as he holds my hips and starts moving in and out of me.

I breathe heavily. I don’t think my body isn’t built to be in this position for long, but I don’t care. Right now, all I care about is Kervyn’s really solid dick shagging the shit out of me.

I use one hand to reach between my legs and play with my nub as he moves. I toss my head back, a light film of sweatforming on my body. He moves a little harder, and suddenly he spanks my bare ass cheek. I groan, shuddering again in pleasure.

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