Page 7 of The Bratva's Secret Baby

“Um.” A smile gleamed across her face, and it was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen. “Thanks for saving me. I’m sorry I didn’t say it earlier, I was a little shocked.”

Her sweet smell of vanilla was intoxicating.

I straightened my face, determined not to let her see through the dark thoughts filtering into my head. “Are you hurt?”

She shook her head. “No. I’m a little cold though.”

Placing my hand on the expanse of her back, I maneuvered her in front of me.

“Let’s get you somewhere warm.”

The touch of my hand on her back and her gorgeous, wide smile,is driving me crazy. My cock was throbbing harder, begging to be released.

Soon!

“So, what’s your name?” she asked as I led her out of the alley. “I’m Rosanne, Rosanne West.”

“Roza.” Like, the flower.

She twisted her head at me. “What?” She threw her head back as she giggled. “You heard me wrong. Rosanne, not Roza.”

“Malen’kayaroza [little rose].”I didn’t like explaining myself, but I wanted her to know just what she was to me. Then, when I plucked her, she would think back to this night while she withered away. “It’s Russian. It means little rose.”

She drew in a gasp. “You’re Russian?” She pouted, her plump lips begging for my attention. I imagined how they would feel around my cock right now.

“You haven’t told me your name, tough guy,” she said with a cheeky grin.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I negotiated. “I’ll tell you over a drink.”

She looked at her watch. “Sadly, I’ll have to turn you down. I’ve had enough to drink for one night, and I’m still flustered by what happened.”

My jaw clenched at her refusal, but I didn’t let my anger show.

“Okay, I will drive you home.”

“No. You’ve done enough; I can call a taxi or…”

“I insist.” No was a word I didn’t hear very often. No man who’d ever said no to me had lived to utter another word. This tiny woman, on the other hand, was testing my patience. I had a feeling I would run out of it soon.

She thought for a moment, and then, she opened her mouth to voice another proposal but trailed off when the sky roared, a faint shade of pink lightning flashed through the dark cloud as if ripping the heavens open. In a matter of seconds, soothing droplets of rain started to splatter.

I took her hand in mine. “Let me be clear, I’m not taking no for an answer.” I walked her to the passenger door, opened it, and shoved her inside. I rounded the car to the driver’s seat and slid in. “What’s your address?”

“You can drop me off at 5th Avenue.”

Fantastic. My little rose thought she was clever.

“That’s your address?”I had to chuckle. I started the engine, merged the car into the road, and headed to downtown Manhattan.

Rosanne leaned against the passenger door, staring at the rain as it spattered on the window, blurring the reflection of the streetlights. She looked so gorgeous that tearing my eyes off her was a struggle.

I remained silent; my mind was too indulged in thoughts of her. What I really wanted to do right now was to pull the car to a curb, rip the flimsy fabric off her body, and take her like she’d never been taken before.

Fuck it. I needed a distraction.

“My name’s Damien,” I told her. I disliked that I had to start a conversation, and I loathed how hard it was to control myself right now.

“Just Damien,” I added before she could get a chance to ask what my last name was.

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