Knocked Up by the Russian: Forced Marriage Bratva Romance (Nikolai Bratva Brides Book 3) by Isla Brooks

Author:Isla Brooks [Brooks, Isla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-11-28T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13 - Amy

Her arms were curled around a pillow that smelled like Ivan when she woke. In a blink, the memory of last night flickered through her mind. A breath wooshed out of her as she sat up in an empty bed. Amy wasn't sure which was worse: the fact that she'd slept with Ivan fucking Nikolai or that he wasn't there when she looked for him.

It was still dark outside, and when she reached for her cell phone, the time showed it was just after 04:00 in the morning. She stumbled off the bed to see if he was in the living room below, but the cavernous apartment sounded—and felt—empty. She didn't know what to do with that knowledge. Biting her lip, she thought about messaging Zia, but then she'd have to explain her curiosity, and that wasn't about to happen any time soon.

Except... now that she was thinking about it, Amy kind of wanted to talk to Zia. Setting her phone back on the nightstand, she decided to get ready for work instead.

Wherever Ivan was, hopefully, he'd turn up soon. In the meantime, she figured that she might be able to make some sense of the thoughts running through her mind. Confused was an understatement. Her whole body ached in the best possible way as she made her way across the room to her suitcases.

"I can't believe I slept with him," she whispered to herself, hearing the incredulity in her tone. Without a condom. She shivered, heading back to her phone. She'd gotten the shot a little while ago, and her calendar showed it was still another month or two before she'd need a new one. Still... not even birth control was infallible.

What if?... No, she shook her head. It had to take more than that to get pregnant.

Heading back to her suitcase, she pulled out a dress she hadn't worn in a while and then went to shower. The evidence of their night together had dried on her thighs, and Amy blushed, her heart racing as she washed it off. That was the first time she'd ever let a man... in her... Oh god, her cheeks heated even further.

Half an hour later, she finished getting dressed and was padding around the kitchen in a pair of socks when the front door opened. Ivan strode in, spotting her in seconds. Before she could even say hello, he prowled toward her, a cocky grin on his face as he pulled her into a kiss that left her breathless.

"I was hoping you were still asleep," he admitted when he pulled back. His fingers stroked her cheek tenderly, and she blinked up at him, speechless.

"Where were you?" fell from her lips a moment later, and he grinned, his tongue swiping to lick his lips.

"Why? Did you miss me, Mishka?" he said with a lazy grin.

"No," she scoffed, turning back to the coffee machine. He pressed against her, one palm resting on her stomach possessively.

"Pity," he whispered against her neck. "I missed you.

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