Page 44 of Secret Bratva Baby
I am gasping for air when he chuckles against my lips.
“That’s right, my angel, let go. I can feel how close you are,” he growls against my mouth. “I can feel your perfect little pussy tightening. Oh my fuck, you are beautiful.” He pushes his hips forward, rocking against the back of his hand so that his fingers push in deeper.
I cry out as the first wave of my orgasm pulses through me.
Then another.
My pussy throbs over his fingers, every muscle in my body tightening. I can’t breathe. His fingers lock around my jaw, forcing me to keep my face turned towards him as the orgasm dilates my pupils and leaves me breathless and at his mercy.
He slides his fingers out of me; his eyes still locked on mine, he dips them into his mouth and licks my wetness from them.
I gasp as he slowly draws his fingers from his mouth, then leans forward to kiss me again.
I taste myself on his lips, and a fresh wave of desire steals through me.
Luka pulls away.
His cock is throbbing against the fabric of his jeans, threatening to rip the seams.
I bite my lower lip, but he turns his back on me.
I watch as his shoulders move, his breathing heavy.
“Luka?” I ask, pulling my dress down and sliding off the shelf I was sitting on.
“Mm?” he says, not looking at me.
“Are you okay?” I ask, reaching out to touch his back.
“No,” he says, and the regret in his voice is heavy and spikes anxiety inside me.
Why is he upset? Does he immediately regret what just happened between us? Do I repulse him? It can’t be that. I can see his reaction to me. He was as turned on as I am.
What is going on?
I pull at his shirt, trying to get him to turn around so that I can see his face. I want to look into his eyes. I need to see his eyes to try and understand what he’s thinking.
“Luka, please—talk to me,” I beg.
He sighs. A slow, deep breath of tension. But he does turn to face me. His eyes are flooded with emotion.
“What’s going on?” I ask, my voice small, barely a whisper.
Luka pulls his mouth to the side, biting at the inside of his cheek.
“Everything is my fault, Rose,” he says quietly.
“What do you mean?” I ask, knotting my brows in confusion. “With Romain?”
He shakes his head, raising his brows, he says, “Everything that has happened to you. The man who tried to take you and Lily outside your house, and the men who tried to shoot you at the safe house. It’s because of me. It’s because of things I did to piss them off.”
“Luka, you’re not making sense. I haven’t seen you in years,” I stammer, trying to understand.
He nods, pressing his lips together. Reaching out, he crushes his hand over my cheek.
“Someone found out you were connected to me. Someone that I pissed off. I was playing games with them—purposefully trying to aggravate them. I had no idea they’d come after you, though. How could I have known that? But the bottom line is that they are after you and Lily because of stupid choices I made.”
“You played games with them?” I say, frowning at Luka.
