Page 11 of The Bratva's Secret Baby

He wrapped his fingers around my neck from behind, his breath grating against my ear as he whispered, “God isn’t here, but I am.” He pulled away a little, leaving only the tip of his cock inside me.

“You’re so tight, malen’kaya roza,” he growled, planting moist kisses on the length of my neck. ”Your pussy is so fucking delicious and wet.”

I drew in a breath as my cheeks turned crimson. No one has ever said something so dirty and arousing to me.

He reached for my clits from behind, and circled it with his thumb, as he rammed into me even deeper. We both groaned, drowning out the slapping sound of skin hitting skin, as pleasure was building up. Damien gripped my waist, his fingers digging into my ass as he rocked in and out of me. His thrusts were fast, and needy, burying himself so deep. Every inch of me melted into every inch of him. Our moans mingled with the smell of sex in the air.

My stomach clenched and trembled, giving way to another orgasm that was even more intense than the first one. I clawed my hands into the sofa as I came, my body quivering from the intensity like I had never felt before.

“Damien!”

I lower my hips into him to meet his rough thrusts, pounding, as he sped up to feed his orgasm. Damien came with a loud groan, jerking as he spilled his warm cum in me, and collapsed on my back.

When we both caught our breath again, Damien rolled over, sliding his body underneath me so I could lie on his chest. Our breaths were slow and raspy, and none of us said a word.

I drifted to sleep, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

***

A ray of sunlight filtered in through the white sheer curtains, scorching me awake. Surprisingly—or not—I woke up alone.

I glanced around for a hint of Damien, striding from my kitchen to the living room, and then the bathroom. But he was gone.

The only evidence that he was here last night were the memories of his touch and the red bruises on my neck.

Scarlet heat warmed my cheeks as my fingers trailed over the hickeys, reminding me of our wild night. I couldn’t believe that I’d slept with a total stranger, and I’d let him fuck me rough and dirty. Mia and Cassie would tease me for the rest of my life if they found out.

Mia and Cassie!

Shit! I had completely forgotten about them!

I scurried to the living room, snatched my phone from my purse, and dialed Mia’s number. It rang for a moment, then she answered.

“Hello.”

I noticed her voice was hoarse. Given how much she’d drank last night, I wasn’t surprised she was still asleep.

“Hey, babe. I’m so sorry. I had a situation last night and couldn’t let you know I was leaving.”

Mia yawned, as if uninterested in my apology. “I’ll call you when I’m awake, Ro. You’ve got some explaining to do. Oh, Cassie’s asleep too so don’t bother calling until later.”

“Alright.” She had hung up already.

I went to the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee while thinking about Damien. I hadn’t been interested in dating since I was sixteen, I’d been too busy trying to find out everything I could about The Circle.

At least now I understood what women meant when they said they preferred a “real man.”

After last night, I didn’t think there would ever be a man who could match Damien. His strength and dominance were something I had never experienced before. The thought of him sent a stabbing ache into my chest.

I had to forget him. I knew nothing about him except that his name was “just” Damien. I didn’t even have his number, didn't know where he lived, or what he did for a living, or if we would ever meet again.

Crap. What if he was married?

My phone bleeped, stealing me away from my many what-ifs. A text from K flashed on my screen.

Meet me in my office.

Right. I still had things to do and couldn’t afford to spend my time daydreaming about some guy, even if he were a Russian god with the brightest blue eyes, the broadest shoulders, and the fattest cock I’d ever seen.

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