Page 18 of Secret Bratva Baby (Dubrov Bratva #16)

Ark is cheeky and fun.

He’s spinning me around and making me laugh. I’m honestly surprised he’s such a good dancer. Although he is the type to be surprising.

“Where did you learn to dance?” I ask as he pulls me close again.

“It’s a funny story,” he muses.

“I’m sure it is.”

“A good friend of mine was supposed to marry the man of her dreams. But she found out he was cheating on her. She almost killed him. The wedding was already planned and paid for. Cake. Dress. Honeymoon. The works. Including dance lessons.”

“Oh, so you went with her?”

“Actually, I did all of it with her. She needed a friend, and I was up for some fun. We did all the dance classes, we had a massive party instead of a wedding. She got to wear the dress. And then we went on a holiday and drank too many cocktails and had a good laugh about how lucky she was not to land up married to that moron.”

I shake my head. “That’s actually—really sweet of you to do that for her. Unless you only did it to get laid.”

“Darling, I don’t have to do all that to get laid. I have a woman lining up outside my door.”

“Gross.” I scrunch my nose at him. He laughs, dipping me backwards, letting his hand drift over my throat.

My eyes drift towards Luka, who has not stopped watching us.

Ark pulls me back against him and grins, tilting his head to the side.

“My brother’s changed.”

“What do you mean?”

“A few months ago, I was complaining that he had a stick so far up his ass he could hardly walk. Now he’s relaxed.

He’s taking tequila shots. He’s having fun since you came into his life…

back into his life…whatever you want to call it.

” He looks over at Luka. “Well, he’s not having fun right now.

” He lets his hand drift way too low down my back, and I quickly pull it up.

“Stop that, don’t think I don’t know you only dancing with me to annoy him.”

“It’s working.” He raises his brows at me. He’s pure mischief, and I can’t help but enjoy it.

“I don’t think he’s that worried,” I sigh, wishing he were. But maybe I’m wrong. Maybe Ark knows his brother better than I do.

No, that’s wishful thinking.

Ark spins me again, and I catch sight of Luka, standing alone with his arms folded across his chest.

He is jealous.

Oh my word.

Ark is right.

Luka starts walking towards us and Ark laughs. He stops dancing, takes my hand in his, and bows comically. “My darling, it’s been a pleasure.” Then he rushes away just as Luka arrives.

I’m still grinning when I turn towards Luka.

He holds out his hand, his face stern and grumpy.

“May I have a dance?” he asks. Before I can place my hand in his, he wraps his arm around my waist and tugs me hard against him. There is no space between us as he runs his hands up my waist, around my back.

My heart races as he begins to move against me.

“Why are you so jealous?” I ask, my voice low.

“Because my brother should not touch what does not belong to him,” he growls, a dark edge to his voice.

“Are you suggesting that I belong to you?” I say sternly.

He spins me out slowly and brings me back towards him, my back against his chest. His hand wraps around my hip bone as he presses his cock against my ass.

“I didn’t say that.” He says quietly, his voice brushing over my neck, sending a shiver through me.

“You implied it,” I say.

Instead of answering me, he lets out a rough groan of frustration. His hand wraps tighter around my stomach as he tries to hold me even closer.

I tilt my head back, resting it against his chest as we dance.

Despite reprimanding him for assuming I belong to him, I’m secretly thrilled. My entire body is alight with desire and all I want is for him to take me, to own me. I want to belong to him.

But this isn’t what he meant.

I think it’s just a physical thing with him.

A desire to have my body.

For now, that’s what I am to him, and eventually it might hurt me—it will hurt me, but for now I am so desperate for him that I will be anything he needs me to be.

Our dancing becomes more heated, and his hold on me more urgent.

I’ve never felt so handled in my life. I can just let go and give all control to him and he turns me into this graceful creature.

He is not like his brother. Ark was joking around and laughing and spinning me comically.

Luka is making me pulse with lust. He’s making my body scream with need.

The song shifts, changing tempo and I snap back into reality for a moment. Glancing around, I realize how provocatively we’ve been dancing in public. I can’t believe I lost myself like that.

“I. Um, I need to get a little bit of air,” I gasp, barely a whisper.

Before he can answer, I push away from him and practically run, heels and all, out into a quiet part of the garden. Leaning against the side wall behind the pool fountain, I take several deep breathes of the cold night air.

I’ve obviously had way too much tequila and champagne. And whatever that pink stuff was. I giggle. Then cover my mouth with my hand, glancing around to see if anyone heard.

I jump when I see Luka walking towards me.

“Why are you hiding out here, angel?” he asks, standing at my side.

“I…” I needed to get away from you because you were about to get ravished on the dance floor in front of everyone. “Needed some air.”

“Mm.” He nods thoughtfully. “I was hoping maybe there was something else you needed.” He steps even closer, backing me up against the wall.

Oh fuck.

Yes.

I definitely want something else.

His hand drifts down my leg, then back up again, pushing beneath the slit of my dress.

“Luka, someone might see,” I whimper, not wanting him to stop.

“Let them watch,” he growls against my ear. His lips trace over my neck as his fingers slip beneath my panties. I moan softly as he brushes his fingers over my pussy.

“Luka,” I say, nervous of being caught.

He grins, wrapping his hands around my ass, he lifts me in his arms, my legs around his waist as he pushes me hard against the wall. I gasp in fright.

“As much as I love those beautiful sounds you make, you’re going to have to be quiet this time, my angel.

” He tugs open his belt, unzipping his pants, and pulls his massive cock free.

He slides it against me. I shiver with delight.

Tinted with a haze of tequila and a wild spirit, I feel sexy in this dress, desired, wanted—needed.

I wrap my arms around his neck as he presses his lips against mine. He locks his mouth over mine, and I realize he’s kissing me harder to keep me quiet.

He slips his fingers between my legs and pulls my panties to the side, and then in the blink of an eye, he thrusts his cock into me.

I cry out against his mouth, unable to hold back.

Once he’s inside me, he gets wild. He’s rough and intense and possessive. I cry out again, fueled by his passion.

He doesn’t stop fucking me. In fact, he fucks me harder as he reaches up and locks his hand over my mouth.

I’m pinned against the wall, barely able to move, moaning against his hand as his cock plunges into me again and again, deeper and harder and faster.

It’s so intense I’m losing my mind.

He grunts roughly against my ear as he penetrates me, his cock getting rigid inside me, harder than I’ve ever felt before.

I spread my legs wider, still keeping them wrapped around him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I hold on in desperation.

The top button of his shirt tears off, and he doesn’t stop. He pushes into me again.

His eyes lock with mine as he moves inside me, and they are so dark and intense it shocks me.

“You do belong to me, angel,” he growls dangerously.

His cock spreads me out, stretching my pussy and flooding me with pleasure.

In his arms, pinned against the wall, his body pressed into mine, I start to shake uncontrollably.

“Fuck, yes,” he growls, my pussy throbbing over his cock. “Keep your eyes on me.”

I do my best not to look away, but when the orgasm hits me, it’s so intense I lose myself and close my eyes. Luka explodes at the same time, his cock deep inside me. His heart is beating so hard I can feel it against my chest.

We stand quietly for a moment, breathing heavily.

His cock is still inside me, still hard, and I’m still pinned beneath him.

He seems to be in no hurry to step away.

I grin, laughing with nervousness, and the aftershock of such an intense orgasm.

I can’t believe we did this at a party.

Luka eventually steps back and gently lowers me to the ground.

I pull my dress down, adjusting my clothes while he does his belt up again.

When he looks up at me, he starts laughing.

He lifts his hands and brushes his fingers through my hair. But apparently it’s wild and knotted.

“Turn around,” he says.

Luka gently unclips my hairpin and carefully brushes out the knots with his fingers. Then he slowly twirls my hair up into a bun.

“A little higher, or it will slide out.”

He adjusts it and then hooks the pin in place. “Is that secure?” he asks.

I shake my head to test it. “Yep.”

He brushes his fingers over the back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Would you like more champagne?” he asks.

“Sure,” I answer, my heart still racing.

He holds out his hand, and I slip my fingers into his.

My stomach is filled with butterflies. Why can’t this be real? Why can’t it be more than just sex? More than a physical attraction?

Luka leads me back into the party, and I’m surprised that no one seems to have noticed that we were gone.

“See, my angel, there was nothing to worry about.” He grins at me with a secret wink that makes my heart flip over.

Luka keeps his arm around me, holding me close for the rest of the evening. We talk to his friends and his family. Joking, having a few more drinks, laughing and sharing stories. It’s an incredible evening and I love every moment of it. But all the while, I’m wondering what I am to him.

He flirts all the time. He says seductive things. But he never speaks about how he feels.

But he’s holding me close as though we’re together.

But that could also just be to stop Arkady from teasing him anymore.

I bite my lip, trying to focus on the conversation around me.

“Do you need some water?” Luka leans close and touches my face gently.

“Yes, probably,” I laugh. “My head is going to hate me in the morning if I don’t.”

“Come on. It’s late anyway. Are you ready to go home?”

“Mm.” I nod, savoring the thought of going home with him.

It takes a full thirty minutes to say goodbye to everyone. Luka grabs two bottles of water for us on the way out and holds the car door open for me so that I can get in.

As soon as I sink into the passenger seat, I realize how exhausted I am. It’s a lot later than I thought it was. The dashboard clock is telling me it’s almost three in the morning. Luka takes my water from me and opens it, then hands it back to me.

“Drink, princess,” he says, his dominant tone sending a fresh thrill through me.

I nod and obediently take a few long sips.

He nods, satisfied.

On the drive home, he reaches out and places his hand on my thigh.

The heat of his touch pulses continuously through my body.

“Did you enjoy meeting everyone?” he asks, his eyes on the road ahead.

“It was so lovely. You’re sisters are amazing.”

“I think you got on with everyone, too. It’s like you belong there.” He steals a quick glance at me.

“I definitely felt welcome,” I agree. I honestly did. They all made me feel at home. There wasn’t a single moment when I felt out of place or awkward.

Luka smiles, happy with my answer.

“I’m going to sleep really well tonight,” he muses, as we drive into the mansion. He parks the car and switches off the engine.

He turns towards me, reaching out, he takes my jaw in his hand.

To my surprise, he kisses me.

My heart races and my mind spins in confusion.

Is this more lust? More physical attraction?

Is this something else?

Inside the house, I wait, hesitantly, for him to invite me into his bed, but he doesn’t. I smile and say, “I’m going to check on Lily. Sleep well, Luka. Thank you for a wonderful night.”

His smile is tight. “You too, Rose. I really enjoyed it.”

I turn away from him, a silent yearning tugging at me to go back to him. But this can’t be anything more than what it is. And I think it’s just a bit of fun for him.

My bedroom door closes quietly behind me, and I kick off my beautiful, but not so comfortable, high heels. I slip out of my dress and feel around in the dark for my sweatpants and t-shirt.

I’m too tired to shower. And my skin smells of him.

I slip beneath the covers next to Lily, sleeping peacefully.

Tonight was amazing. I should just enjoy it for what it was.