Page 18 of The Bratva's Secret Baby

Her sniffles seared through me, bringing alive a feeling I detested. Pity. Guilt. Images of the other night run through my head. My heart was heavy.

Fuck. I don’t have the patience or time for this.

I grabbed her hand again and pulled her close, the softness of her body colliding with the hardness of mine.

She tensed at my touch, her chest rising and falling like it would detonate any minute.

I leaned in until my lips were close to hers, tugging a strand of brown hair behind her ear, I whispered the words I knew she’d hate to hear.

“Why do you look so shocked,moya roza?”My hand snaked around her waist, a dark smile lurking on my face at her visible discomfort.

“Do you hate the fact that I’m Damien Varkov that much? Is being a criminal so disgusting to you?”

She tried to twist away from my grip, but she was too small. Too weak.

“You’re a member of The Circle, aren’t you? You found me on purpose.”

“Member?” I scoffed at the insult. “My dear, I own The Circle.”

Her eyes dilated with a mixture of shock and hate at my identity.

“Y-you…” She trailed off, her breath quickening. Tears pooled in her eyes, making them sparkle like gemstones.

The faintest tremble shook through her chest, like pebbles falling into a still pond.

“You bastard! You knew who I was,” she cried. “You found me so you could hurt me.”

My stomach twisted. Yes, I had wanted to kill her. Should kill her, but the thought of never seeing her again is hurting me more than she could ever imagine. But I couldn’t tell her that. I wanted her to hate me. I wanted her to hate me so much, that she would get out of my life. She needs to disappear; she would not be safe around me. And if I didn’t, my men would kill her right now.

I pretended that her tears did not touch me and continued to break her.

“You’re right, I had to find you. You were sticking your nose where it didn’t belong. I intended to kill you …” I reeled back, wanting to absorb every expression on her face as I told her the truth. “…but one glance at you, I knew it would be a shame to kill you before I had a little fun with you.”

She scoffed, glaring at me with intense hatred.

“You used me! And you were planning to get rid of me when you were done with me?” she said in a bitterly disappointed voice.

I wrapped my arm around her neck, pressing my body against hers.

“Getting rid of you wasn’t an option,malen’kayaroza.”I slowly bent down, breathing on her neck.

“I wanted you all to myself. I still do, and I’ll have you if I want to.”

Fear bled into her eyes, mingling with shock and pain. She’d seen me for who I was: a ruthless man with blood lust.

“You’re different.” Her breath was ragged. “How can you be so deceiving?”

I tsked. “The man you met the other night, and the one you sat with at the café, was just a charade. I am not a prince on a white horse,Roza.I am destruction, and I am death.”

Her body writhed against mine, the raw terror in her face awakening every nerve in me. It turned me on, and my cock twitched, wanting a taste of her fear.

She gave up trying to free herself when she saw she had no chance against my strength.

“Did you kill my brother?”

“Maybe? Who knows? I kill more men than I can count.”

She stiffened, another wave of tears flooding her eyes.

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