Page 69 of Secret Bratva Baby
“Why are you so jealous?” I ask, my voice low.
“Because my brother should not touch what does not belong to him,” he growls, a dark edge to his voice.
“Are you suggesting that I belong to you?” I say sternly.
He spins me out slowly and brings me back towards him, my back against his chest. His hand wraps around my hip bone as he presses his cock against my ass.
“I didn’t say that.” He says quietly, his voice brushing over my neck, sending a shiver through me.
“You implied it,” I say.
Instead of answering me, he lets out a rough groan of frustration. His hand wraps tighter around my stomach as he tries to hold me even closer.
I tilt my head back, resting it against his chest as we dance.
Despite reprimanding him for assuming I belong to him, I’m secretly thrilled. My entire body is alight with desire and all I want is for him to take me, to own me. I want to belong to him.
But this isn’t what he meant.
I think it’s just a physical thing with him.
A desire to have my body.
For now, that’s what I am to him, and eventually it might hurt me—it will hurt me, but for now I am so desperate for him that I will be anything he needs me to be.
Our dancing becomes more heated, and his hold on me more urgent.
I’ve never felt so handled in my life. I can just let go and give all control to him and he turns me into this graceful creature.
He is not like his brother. Ark was joking around and laughing and spinning me comically.
Luka is making me pulse with lust. He’s making my body scream with need.
The song shifts, changing tempo and I snap back into reality for a moment. Glancing around, I realize how provocatively we’ve been dancing in public. I can’t believe I lost myself like that.
“I. Um, I need to get a little bit of air,” I gasp, barely a whisper.
Before he can answer, I push away from him and practically run, heels and all, out into a quiet part of the garden. Leaning against the side wall behind the pool fountain, I take several deep breathes of the cold night air.
I’ve obviously had way too much tequila and champagne. And whatever that pink stuff was. I giggle. Then cover my mouth with my hand, glancing around to see if anyone heard.
I jump when I see Luka walking towards me.
“Why are you hiding out here, angel?” he asks, standing at my side.
“I…”I needed to get away from you because you were about to get ravished on the dance floor in front of everyone.“Needed some air.”
“Mm.” He nods thoughtfully. “I was hoping maybe there was something else you needed.” He steps even closer, backing me up against the wall.
Oh fuck.
Yes.
I definitely want something else.
His hand drifts down my leg, then back up again, pushing beneath the slit of my dress.
“Luka, someone might see,” I whimper, not wanting him to stop.
