Page 71 of Secret Bratva Baby
Luka gently unclips my hairpin and carefully brushes out the knots with his fingers. Then he slowly twirls my hair up into a bun.
“A little higher, or it will slide out.”
He adjusts it and then hooks the pin in place. “Is that secure?” he asks.
I shake my head to test it. “Yep.”
He brushes his fingers over the back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Would you like more champagne?” he asks.
“Sure,” I answer, my heart still racing.
He holds out his hand, and I slip my fingers into his.
My stomach is filled with butterflies. Why can’t this be real? Why can’t it be more than just sex? More than a physical attraction?
Luka leads me back into the party, and I’m surprised that no one seems to have noticed that we were gone.
“See, my angel, there was nothing to worry about.” He grins at me with a secret wink that makes my heart flip over.
Luka keeps his arm around me, holding me close for the rest of the evening. We talk to his friends and his family. Joking, having a few more drinks, laughing and sharing stories. It’s an incredible evening and I love every moment of it. But all the while, I’m wondering what I am to him.
He flirts all the time. He says seductive things. But he never speaks about how he feels.
But he’s holding me close as though we’re together.
But that could also just be to stop Arkady from teasing him anymore.
I bite my lip, trying to focus on the conversation around me.
“Do you need some water?” Luka leans close and touches my face gently.
“Yes, probably,” I laugh. “My head is going to hate me in the morning if I don’t.”
“Come on. It’s late anyway. Are you ready to go home?”
“Mm.” I nod, savoring the thought of going home with him.
It takes a full thirty minutes to say goodbye to everyone. Luka grabs two bottles of water for us on the way out and holds the car door open for me so that I can get in.
As soon as I sink into the passenger seat, I realize how exhausted I am. It’s a lot later than I thought it was. The dashboard clock is telling me it’s almost three in the morning. Luka takes my water from me and opens it, then hands it back to me.
“Drink, princess,” he says, his dominant tone sending a fresh thrill through me.
I nod and obediently take a few long sips.
He nods, satisfied.
On the drive home, he reaches out and places his hand on my thigh.
The heat of his touch pulses continuously through my body.
“Did you enjoy meeting everyone?” he asks, his eyes on the road ahead.
“It was so lovely. You’re sisters are amazing.”
“I think you got on with everyone, too. It’s like you belong there.” He steals a quick glance at me.
