Page 67 of Born into Blood

By the time I’m empty, she’s covered in long strips of my cum, and seeing it pleases some part of me that’s been lying dormant until I met her. I’ve never wanted to possess someone before, never wanted to mark someone as mine, to lay claim to every part of their body, and I sure as fuck never thought about having kids or getting married. Lara’s changed everything. She’s made me want things, and she’s helped me to envision a life for myself that I never thought would happen. My dad and uncles have managed a balance between work and family, and they’ve always been very vocal about how much they wish the same for me and my cousins, but I honestly never thought it was a real possibility. It wasn’t something I thought I even wanted until meeting Lara, but now it’s all I want, and I can’t envision a future without her in it.

Running my fingers along her soft curls, I gather my cum up and gently press it between her soft folds, sinking my fingers in deep enough to feel her clench around me.

“That’s my good girl,” I praise, pushing in a bit deeper. “My cum belongs right here.” I rub her inner wall, the same spot that always makes her moan so goddamn sweetly when I hit it with the head of my cock. “Keep it inside you, kisa.”

She nods and moans what sounds like an mm-hmm as her worn-out body starts to collapse into the hot tub. Scooping her up, I carry her back into the bedroom. After I’ve dried her off, I put her in my bed and slide in next to her, curling my body around her much smaller one. We’re still naked, and I quickly decide on a no-pajama rule for our bed because this is how I want to fall asleep every damn night from here on out.

She’s asleep in minutes, but I hold her for hours, watching her sleep and memorizing every damn inch of her. By the time I drift off, I’ve kissed and touched every inch of her luscious body. I hadn’t planned on making her come again, but I find her pussy impossible to resist, and once I’d wrapped my mouth around her little clit, it didn’t take much to coax another orgasm from her spent body. She’d woken up just long enough to moan my name and dig her fingers into my hair, pressing me harder against her while she lazily rocked her hips. Afterwards, she’d cuddled up against me, fully asleep in seconds, and I’d drifted off with the sweet taste of her pussy on my tongue.

As soon as I wake the next morning, the first thing I do is tighten my grip on Lara and pull her tighter against me, smiling when I hear her whisper my name as she burrows in closer to me, unwilling to wake up just yet. Usually I wake up and immediately start thinking and worrying about the Bratva, but not today. The only thing I’m worrying about is if she’s going to be too sore for another round or two before she has to leave for work tonight.

Blinking her eyes open, she looks up at me and groans. “I knew it. You’re annoyingly gorgeous in the morning.”

I smile and kiss her before she can duck away from me.

“You can’t look at me like this.” Her voice is muffled since she’s pulled the covers over her head, but she’s easy enough to hear.

“Like what? Breathtakingly beautiful with hair that looks like you’ve spent the night getting good and properly fucked?”

“Oh my god,” she groans, making me laugh. “I’m going to the bathroom, and I’m taking this blanket with me.”

“And deprive me of seeing your gorgeous ass? I think not, sweetheart.”

She lunges off the bed, but I grab the blanket, so she’s forced to run across the room naked, and the sight leaves me rock-hard and missing her so badly it feels like a physical ache. Now that I’ve been inside her, I never want to be anywhere else. I fight the urge to chase after her, giving her a bit of privacy, but when I hear the shower start, I can’t resist going in to join her. I’m only so strong, and knowing she’s naked and wet and in the next room is a temptation I was never going to be able to resist.

As I stride towards the bathroom door, I promise myself that I’ll make sure she isn’t late for work. I can control myself that much at least, and Dominic wouldn’t appreciate me keeping her from her shift. She’ll be quitting the job soon enough, and he’ll be left looking for a new second-floor waitress, so the least I can do is make sure she’s on time for her last few days of work.

That’s the plan anyway, but when I open the door and see glimpses of Lara’s wet, naked body through the foggy glass, I’m not quite as confident about sticking to it as I was on the other side of this door. We still have several hours before tonight’s poker game, and I’m going to use every single one of them to the fullest. I should be able to get her to work on time, but whether or not she’ll be able to walk once she gets there remains to be seen.

Chapter 11

Lara

I’m still riding the high from my last orgasm when Luka drives me to work. My pussy is sore and my body exhausted, but damn was it worth it. I tighten my grip around his waist, and he immediately reaches down to squeeze my calf. He weaves us in and out of traffic while I relax against him, not even slightly worried about my safety. I know he’ll keep me safe, and I’m addicted to that feeling just as much as I’m addicted to everything else about him.

He pulls into the alley behind the club, stopping at the exact spot where I’d found Pip. I’m expecting him to just drop me off, but instead he shuts off the bike and waits for me to get off. I pull my helmet free and then try to fix my hair as he comes to stand beside me.

“Thanks for bringing me, Luka. I can text you when I get home if you want.”

He laughs and cups my face, leaning down so we’re closer. “You think I’m just going to drop you off and leave? You have a lot to learn about me, kisa.”

I look over at the club. “You don’t have to wait here. It’s going to be hours.”

He shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I’m not leaving you alone. I need to talk to Dario and Dominic about a few things anyway.”

Leaning closer, he brushes his lips along my cheek. “Yesterday and today have been the best two days of my life, and I’m not ready for it to end.”

“I feel the same way.”

“After you meet my family tomorrow, I want to meet your mom. I don’t care what we have to tell her about me, but she needs to know about us, and then I want you to move in with me.”

He kisses a line to my mouth, nipping and sucking on my skin until I’m pressing my body against his and wishing we had more time before my shift starts.

“Now that I have you, kisa, I’m never letting you go and that includes us living apart. I want everything with you, not just one night a week and a few afternoons when you sneak out of your apartment for a few hours. I want and need more. I’m a selfish, greedy bastard when it comes to you, sweetheart, and that’s never going to change.”

Grabbing my hand in his, he drags his thumb over my skin. “I also want my ring on your finger.” I feel the soft laugh he gives against my lips. “I also want to see your belly swollen with our baby and my last name as yours, but we can start with a big diamond on that pretty finger.”

“I don’t need a big diamond.”

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