Page 6 of The Bratva King's Pregnant Bride

Her cheeks colored, and she smiled, her eyes closing. The smile gave her away. She looked around hastily, then turned back to me.

I extended my hand. “Dominik,” I said. “Dominik Sharov.”

She took my hand in a dainty grip. “Maya Stone.”

“Maya Stone…” I said her name slowly, like a forgotten wish, slowly rubbing circles on the back of her hand with my thumb.

Hesitation and caution danced over her features as I held her hand, looking into her eyes, as if she was trying to figure me out. I wondered what it was about her that had me so enraptured. I chuckled softly. Looks like we both have questions. However, the attraction between us was visceral, something neither of us could shake.

Truthfully, I had no intention of shaking it off—not tonight, anyway; no, I had every intention of feasting on this little mouse until I was completely sated.

“Are you having fun?” I asked her.

“I’m trying to,” Maya murmured.

I quietly exhaled, aware that I not only watched her; I wanted her—and she wasn’t a snub. That, in itself, was perfect.

Chapter 3 - Maya

The club’s neon lights swirled around us as a particularly rowdy couple shoved me, and I fell back into Dominik’s muscled frame. My heart was thumping against my ribcage, going a mile a minute. Dominik, this man, was the most beautiful male I’d ever seen. Tall, dark hair, striking, dark green eyes that pulled me in, and a sharp jawline I wanted to run my tongue over.

The visceral attraction rocked me to my core, but I didn’t want to question it—not tonight, anyway. I’d come here looking for something like this, after all. Dominik, with his strong, firm body that made me feel so soft as I was pressed against his rock hard torso, was the man I wanted.

But we were not alone, though I suddenly wished we were. The dirty things I wanted to do to this man who’d just walked up to me! He exuded charm, his smile giving away his interest, urging me on. His eyes roamed over my body, and I saw them sparkle in appreciation of my curves in a way no one had ever shown before.

He leaned down, his face inches from mine, his voice a seductive whisper in the air between us. “Let’s go somewhere else. We have all night.”

I could feel the heat radiating off him, and I knew I didn’t want to be alone anymore. The man I’d come here seeking—the one I wanted to lose my virginity to—it was this man: Dominik.

I felt myself becoming lightheaded with lust, and wanted nothing more than to say yes.

I nodded, smiling in what I hoped was a seductive manner. “Lead on.”

He smiled and took my hand; glancing to where Jenna stood, I could see she was lost in the moment, one with the music, morphed into someone barely recognizable. There’s no way she’ll even hear me.

Well, I was leaving. I would send her a text to let her know I was okay.

Dominik led me out of the club through a private entrance to a waiting black luxury car.

A man in a suit opened the back door, and Dominik gestured for me to get in. I did so hesitantly, wondering abruptly what I’d gotten myself into. I slid into the back seat with Dominik, and the man closed the door. The vehicle lurched forward, and within seconds, we were gone.

We drove in silence for a while, until he finally spoke. “You are very beautiful tonight, Maya. That’s your name, right?”

I nodded. “Yes.” My heart was pounding in my ears.

His eyes roved over me, glowing with the embers of pure lust. “Well, you look fucking sexy in it. Makes me hard, thinking of all the ways I can peel it off of you.” His voice was liquid magma, setting me aflame.

His voice alone sent the heat in my belly pooling between my legs, and I did my best not to squirm. Hearing him admit just what my body did to him, as well as the promise of what he intended to do about it, made my pussy throb. Greedy. Greedy for his tongue. God, I was turning into a wanton slut.

And I liked it.

“Thank you.” I swallowed, looking away from him to slow my urgent want.

For all my bravado back at the club, I didn’t know what to say. So I stared at the passing cityscape in silence. I leaned forward, my hair falling like a silken curtain across my face, and I allowed it to shield me for a bit.

When I’d reined myself in a bit, I turned to look at Dominik, noticing that his gaze wasn’t entirely focused on the road; somehow, I saw exactly what he was thinking: He thought I was sexy, and he wanted to devour me whole.

I knew men always thought that way, and I’d expected it with the way I’d dolled myself up tonight. However, I liked being taken seriously, and I also liked people who knew when to take themselves seriously, because they knew how important others perceived them to be. That was why I preferred guys who understood their own worth; he seemed to have that same mentality, and I found that irresistibly attractive.

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