My Hot Enemy's
The Part 68
Dariush still continues to push back his hips. Letting himself be the laughingstock of the person he loves. As long as Alceena is not tormented by nausea commonly felt by women who are pregnant young.
“Aw, enough, Dariush. My stomach is cramping from laughing too much.” Alceena groaned while holding her stomach. He immediately curled up in bed and let out a hiss.
Dariush immediately stopped his wobble, walking as fast as possible to get close to Alceena. “Sorry, I'm too happy to see you laughing after.” He felt guilty for making the woman in pain.
The second son of Mr Dominique was at a loss for what to do. “We're going to the hospital now, okay?” invite her to be ready to hold Alceena who looks helpless.
Alceena's hand prevented Dariush's wrist, signaling the headband so the man wouldn't carry her. “No, not now.”
“Why? You're in pain, and I can't just be quiet like a fool.” Dariush hid his panic in order to keep thinking at a time like this. Try rubbing Alceena's stomach in the hope that the woman feels comfortable.
“I don't want to be the center of people's attention if caught close to you. You know for yourself that your family has always been the subject of conversation by everyone. Whatever Dominique does, must be immediately a byword,” explained Alceena as detailed as possible so that Dariush did not invite her out of the room.
“Oke, well, it is very difficult to be a popular person in all of Europe,” Dariush replied with bragging.
Confused about what to do to relieve Alceena's cramps, Dariush followed his instincts. He climbed into the bed, sleeping behind the woman.
“Maybe you'll recover if I hug.” Dariush did not need to seek approval. He grabbed Alceena from behind the back of the woman wrapped in a thin and sexy nightgown.
Dariush close the body with the woman. Although there was no bulkhead between them, except for the thin cloth wrapped in the piece of meat, Dariush did not want to make love to Alceena. Because, what he thinks is not just lust or satisfaction of his desire. The man prioritized the health of his son as well as Alceena.
Dariush's burly hand rubbed Alceena's stomach gently. “Comfortable if like this?” The voice ran softly in the woman's ear.
Alceena nodded slowly. “Enak, my son likes, his stomach cramps subside a little.”
“I didn't want it, but my son. Please underline it,” protest Alceena while pinching the small arm of Dariush.
“Sell expensive again ... why do you uphold prestige? It's obviously comfortable to be near me, but don't want to admit if you have a taste with me,” seductive Dariush. His hands flicked the thin sleeping dress to infiltrate the fabric, so that it could stroke directly on the surface of the woman's skin.
“Sshh .. shut up, I'm dizzy hearing your babble,” Alceena's pinta by trying to shut Dariush up. He could not answer Mr Dominique's question.
“Starting ferociously again yes now.” Dariush bit Alceena's arm.
Plaque!
The woman's hand reflexively hit Dariush's head in surprise. “Sick, you will be replied by my son if you hurt his Mommy.”
“Not a problem, just reply until you are satisfied, Son.” Dariush said as if giving consent to the child in the womb Alceena. He spoke without stopping the rubbing in the stomach.
“Oke.” Alceena pulled Dariush's hand out from behind her clothes. Bite the burly arm with full tooth suppression.
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