Page 18 of Secret Bratva Baby
My cock is stirring, getting harder, and if I’m not careful, I’m going to end up taking advantage of her in a way that isn’t fair.
Stop, Luka. Get away from her, create space between you.
But instead of stopping myself, I lift my hand, wrapping it around her jaw.
“You’re as beautiful as the day I first saw you,” I whisper.
Her brows furrow in confusion.
“You aren’t ever going to answer me, are you? You left me, with no explanation—you just pushed me away.”
“I’m—"
I’m taking a huge risk.
This is not what she needs right now. She needs someone to take care of her, not take advantage of her.
I sigh loudly; this is far more difficult than I could have imagined.
My hands wrap around her waist, gently pushing her back, hoping she hasn’t already noticed how hard my cock is getting.
Rose presses her lips together and swallows, looking away from me to hide the single tear shining on her cheek.
She doesn’t say a word.
“Please, Rose, get some rest. We can talk in the morning.”
“You won’t even answer me, so there’s no point in talking. I have nothing to say to you, Luka. I just want to go home.” Her eyes lock with mine, and I see something lost inside her. “I should never have asked you in the first place.”
She pushes past me and marches from the room.
I stare after her for a long time, wondering how the hell I got myself into this situation, and shocked at the effect she still has on me.
It’s like no time has passed.
She is still the same drug to me. The same addiction.
I can’t believe how strong my attraction is for her.
I push my hand through my hair, brushing it out of my face and closing my eyes for a moment to try and clear my thoughts.
“Go to bed. Get some sleep,” I mutter, frustrated.
Walking back to my room, I am heavy with confusing ideas and unrealistic possibilities.
She didn’t push me away.
Her first question was why I left her. She still wants to know. If she hated me, she wouldn’t care about those things.
And when I wanted to kiss her, I swear I saw the same need in her eyes, too.
Dammit, her body felt amazing pressed against me.
I tug at my bedcovers, pulling them aside and slipping beneath them. When I lay my head back on the pillow and close my eyes, I can still smell her.
She’s on my skin.
The silky touch of her hair still lingers, too.
