Page 68 of Born into Blood

I feel him smile. “You’re getting one anyway.”

Before I can keep arguing, he cups the back of my head and cuts off my words with a searing kiss that leaves me breathless and my panties more than a little wet.

“Is that how you’re planning on winning every argument we have?”

He laughs and brings his hand down to cup my ass. “We’re never going to argue, kisa. Unless it has to do with your safety, I could never deny you anything.”

“So you won’t be buying me a huge, overpriced diamond?”

“You deserve the best.” He gives my ass another squeeze. “I’ll definitely be spoiling you, kisa. You might want to get used to it.”

“There’s a lot of things I’m going to have to get used to,” I say, wincing when he cups my pussy from behind and I feel the sting his giant cock left behind.

“Yeah?” he teases, gentling his fingers so the touch is soothing and whisper soft, teasing little strokes that quickly have me forgetting about how sore I am. “What else do you need to get used to?”

“Your big cock,” I say, making him smile. “Will it ever stop hurting? I mean, I’ve got to get used to it at some point, right?”

“You’ll get used to me, kisa. You wouldn’t be this sore if you hadn’t begged me to fuck you in the shower.” He nips at the corner of my mouth. “And then again on the couch.” I feel him smile before he gives my top lip a soft suck and dances his fingers over my clit. “And while bent over the table.”

He’s not wrong, so I don’t bother arguing. I’d been greedy, damn greedy, and I don’t regret a single second of it. “Worth it,” I whisper.

He smiles and kisses me one last time. “I’m glad you think so, sweetheart, because there’s no way in hell I could’ve held back. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything, and there’s no place I’d rather be than inside you.”

“Good,” I say, kissing his cheek while he gives a soft laugh before pulling back with a groan.

“Come on, baby. I’ll walk you up.”

He threads his hand through mine and leads me into the club. This time, the guard by the door nods and actually speaks.

“Evening, Mr. Melnikov,” he says, showing him the same courtesy he’d show Dario or Alessandro. I notice that he doesn’t look at me at all, and I remember what Luka said about it being a sign of respect.

“Hey, Emilio,” Luka says while wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me tighter against him. “Busy night?”

“Yeah, the club is packed, and tonight’s game has a lot riding on it upstairs.”

I let out a soft groan, because I’d really been hoping for a quick game and then a nice soak in the tub, but it looks like that’ll have to wait a while. Luka kisses the top of my head, and when we’re past Emilio, he whispers near my ear, “I’m talking to Dominic tonight. He’s going to need to find a new waitress.”

“But it’s good money,” I quickly say, thinking about my mom’s rent.

He stops and hooks a finger under my chin, tilting my face to his. We’re still in the dark hallway, and even without being in the main room, the music is loud and obnoxious.

“Stop worrying about money.” He kisses the brow I hadn’t realized I’ve been furrowing. “You’re mine now, kisa, and I take care of what’s mine. You will never want for anything again. You’re quitting this job, and you will let me take care of you.”

When he feels me hesitate, he adds, “Baby, that includes your mom. I would never make you choose. You don’t need to work here, and I don’t like you working here. I want to take care of you, and I want you to let me.”

I look up into his green eyes and nod my head. “Okay,” I whisper, because I'd have to be an idiot to say no to his offer.

He smiles and runs his thumb over my cheek. “Good girl. You think you’ll be okay for this last shift? I can talk to Dominic now if you’re feeling too tired,” his smile widens, “or if you’re too sore.”

“No, I’m okay.”

He studies me for a second, making sure I really am okay, and when he’s confident I’m telling the truth, he nods and grabs my hand. “Let’s get this over with then.”

I follow as he leads me into the main part of the club and then over to where Marco is guarding the stairs. When he sees Luka, he nods and steps aside. Since I know Marco, I’m assuming the don’t look at me rule doesn’t apply, so when we walk past, I say, “Hey, Marco.”

“Evening, Lara,” he says, giving me a small smile and nod. There’s nothing even remotely flirty about it, but Luka’s hand still tightens around mine and he gives a soft sigh as we continue up the stairs.

“What?” I ask, looking up at him. “I know him. I can’t just be rude and walk by without saying hello.”

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