Page 9 of The Bratva's Secret Baby

Chapter Four

Rosanne

His kiss was rough, hot-hungry, and possessive, and I liked it.

Butterflies erupted in my belly, and my breath hitched, his hands were so close to my pulsating sex. My desire grew, I didn’t want him to stop, I needed more.

I twisted my hands into his shirt and pulled him closer. I watched as his expression changed, his eyes darkening with lust and desire.

His warm breath on my lips, catching mine so fierce and hot, as he kissed me again. My hands grabbed the back of his neck as his tongue slipped into my mouth, deeper and deeper. Possessing my body, soul, and spirit until I was a ball of liquid fire, devouring me until there was nothing left of me.

I moaned into his mouth from the pleasure and all the heat searing into my core.

My sex was throbbing with so much desire, so much need. A kiss wasn’t enough, I was aching to feel all of him inside of me, aching for his strong hands touching me.

I couldn’t fight it anymore.

Damien broke our kiss and slid out of the car, my heart was racing as he walked to my door and offered his hand “Let’s go inside.”

He wasn’t asking, but I nodded anyway. There was something so dark and dangerous, yet erotic and sinful, about him. I had to give in to my needs.

Just once.

He grabbed my hand, and we ran up the stairs to my apartment. As soon as we were inside, he flattened me against the wall. Burying his head between my neck, he sniffed me in like cocaine and brushed his mouth up and down the length of my neck.

As his hands on my hips pulled us together, I felt his hardness against me. I wondered what he tasted like, and how big he would feel in my mouth.

Guess I will find out soon.

His lips found mine again and kissed me rough and hot before he pulled away.

“Take your dress off,” he demanded.

I swallowed at how authoritative he sounded, and I pulled my dress over my head. Goosebumps scattered over my bare breasts as I stood naked in front of him, my nipples hardening at the intensity of his stare.

A satisfying smirk parted his lips. “Good girl.” He brushed his rough hands over my sensitive nipple, sending equal amounts of pain and pleasure through me.

“Damien…” I moaned from the sensation.

He placed a finger on my lips to hush me. “Easy, Little Rose. You don’t want to exhaust your voice. Do you?”

Like a little girl being cautioned, I shook my head.

“Good,” he groaned. “One more moan and you’ll be punished. Are we clear?”

Punished. I didn’t understand what he meant, but I suddenly wanted to know all the ways he could punish me. I wanted to feel all the things he would do to me if I disobeyed him.

I nodded again, but I had every intention of doing the opposite.

Lowering his mouth to my breasts, he stroked his tongue over my nipple, the feeling so electric I was damn near losing my mind. A moan bubbled in my chest. I held it back, for as long as I could.

Damien teased my nipples with his mouth, sucking and biting my hard nipple, drawing a loud moan from my chest. “Please…”

He gazed up at me through his thick lashes, a lustful smile beaming on his face.

“You disrespected me, moya roza [my rose],” he said and slapped my ass.

Did he…was that a spank?

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