Page 10 of The Bratva's Secret Baby

My eyes watered from the sting of his slap, and I gasped in pleasure from the move. Damien drove me wild and had me turned on, I was aching.

More of him.

He grabbed my ass and lifted me up, I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he carried me to the sofa.

When he dropped to his knees in front of me and lifted my right leg onto his shoulder, it dawned on me what he intended to do. My stomach somersaulted from the dangerous lust in his eyes. He was a predator, and I was his prey.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. It felt as if the rest of the world had ceased to exist, leaving just the two of us. His fingers and lips caressed their way up my thighs and brushed against my wet panties. “How long have you been wet for me?”

Heat shot to my cheeks and through my middle. “Since the Alley.”

“Is that so?”

Before I could muster another answer, he shifted my panties to the side and buried his head between my thighs. His soft breath teased my folds sending a tremor through my body.

When his warm and moist tongue licked up my wet valley, a cry escaped from my throat. “Oh God. Yes.”

Pressing his mouth harder on my clit, sucking the little bud gently into his lips he pleasured me like I had never experienced it before. I moaned as electricity skittered along my skin and through my veins. Every inch of me a pool of pleasure waiting to explode. This is the cruelest form of torture.

Two fingers slid down my folds and pushed inside me, working my pussy hard and rough.

‘You like it, don’t you? You like what I do to you.” He growled into my wet sex.

It was sheer insanity, my moans escaping my throat were deep and raucous, like a hungry animal he had awakened in me. I’d been with a few guys, but none of them had ever made me feel like this. Never.

Damien devoured me like a crazy, hungry beast. A hurricane of lust swelled in my belly, and heat raced down my body like a blazing fire out of control.

“Damien… Please.”

I was soaking wet, but Damien kept licking and sucking me harder, thrusting his finger in deeper, and fucking me with his tongue. I couldn’t take it anymore; I drove my fingers into his hair, and pressed him in me, as I arched my hips.

My orgasm vibrated through me like an earthquake, as I rode it out on his face. My legs trembled, my lungs begging for air.

Damien smirked satisfied and rumbled against my pussy.

“Your pussy is so sweet and juicy, malen’kaya roza.” He crawled up to me, “You should taste yourself,” and clashed his lips on mine, kissing me downright dirty.

His groans were like a symphony, seeping into my senses and leaving me thoughtless.

A little dissatisfied noise slipped out of me, as he pulled his lips away from mine and trailed to my neck and bit me.

I screamed, but not from the pain. I’d never been this adventurous with sex, and I loved every bit of the new experience.

Damien licked the spot he’d bitten, a soothing sensation washing over me. Then he bit me again. “Do you like it, Rosa? You like it rough and dirty, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I rasped.

He flashed a dark and lusty smile at me before he stood up, undid his belt, and pushed down his pants.

He is big. Damien is a big man, without a shred of fat on him, but I didn’t expect this big. He positioned me on all fours, grabbed the strap of my panties, and ripped it off.

“So, fucking hot,” his baritone voice even lower now, as he traced his hands down my back. Slap! He spanked me again!

“Damien!”

I heard his grin, and then without a warning, he pushed hard inside of me, and so fucking deep.

“Oh, God.”

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