Page 19 of The Bratva's Secret Baby

“You’re an animal, Damien. A monster.” Her cry was a painful roar, tearing right into my heart.

“I hate you. I hate you so fucking much.”

You didn’t hate me when you begged me to fuck you hard the other night.”

“If I could, I would kill you right now!”

“I dare you.”

In all her anger and rage, she still looked sexy as hell, which fueled my dark desire for her even more.

Fisting my hands in her hair, I pulled her head back and pressed my lips onto hers. The taste of her tears sent heat radiating through me, my tongue parted her lips, forcing my entrance into her mouth. On the tip of my tongue, I could taste her pain, hatred, and anger. And it tasted fucking good.

She placed her palms on my chest, wrestling and trying to pull away from me. She tore her lips from mine and twisted her head to the side, refusing to kiss me any further.

“If I could go back to that night, I would never have met you.”

“Don’t you get it?” I smirked, biting my bottom lips. “It wouldn’t have mattered if you’d wanted to meet me or not. The only thing that mattered was that I had every intention of finding you.”

“I’m sorry I called you a monster earlier. You’re worse than one. You’re a devil.”

A flicker of a smile flashed through my face. “Careful now, will you? We don’t want your smart mouth putting you in more trouble than you already are.”

She ran her fingers over her hair, gasping loudly. “I’m exhausted, Damien.” Her tone was different; it was weak. “I’m not going to snoop around The Circle. You’ll never have to see me again. Just stop this. Let me go, please.”

My heart lurched, this was exactly where I wanted her to be. Broken.

Tears streamed down her face.

“Unless you’re planning to kill me then I can’t be with you. I hate you, Damien. I could never be with a monster like you.”

One thing I knew for sure I could never kill her, but the way heat swirled into my veins whenever I was around her was far too dangerous. It was already hard as hell to hold back my urge to fuck her right here. I grabbed her arm, my finger digging into her silky flesh.

“This is your last chance, Rosanne.” My heart quivered as I spoke to her in a gruff voice, and with a stern expression. “Stay as far away from me and my business as possible. You won’t be so lucky next time. I won’t let you go so easily if you ever come near me again.”

I didn’t realize how tight my grip was until she whimpered in pain, tugging on my arm. When I let her go, my lungs clenched at large blotches of dark purple and red where I held her.

“Go.”

She looked at me in disbelief. Her eyes searched mine as if searching for something deep inside me.

Her gaze dropped to the ground, then she turned and lumbered away, taking a piece of my heart with her as she left.

Chapter Eight

Rosanne

Present …

My veins clogged from the hammering of my heart against my ribcage, my blood was boiling as I scurried passed the doorman and rushed to my apartment.

Locking the door behind me, I leaned with my back to the door and slid to the marble floor, greedily filling my lungs with air, praying that he didn’t follow me.

I slumped on one of the gray sofas in my living room, my brain still fizzled in a futile attempt to process what had happened at the café.

Why was Damien there, and why did it look like he wanted to see me?

My heart raced, my brain filtering thousands of thoughts at once. It didn’t make sense, why did he want to find me after all this time? I did exactly what he asked me to do six years ago and made sure to be as far away from him as possible.

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