The God (Bratva Blood #3)- S.R. Jones Page 0,38

so desperate for me. But then this is us, isn’t it? I’m the same way for her.

My hands roam her body, touching, learning. I skim the delicate bones of her shoulders and sweep one hand down the graceful arch of her back.

She reaches for me, pulling me into her, and wrapping her legs around me as I hoist her onto the dresser. There’s a part of my mind screaming at me to stop, but I don’t think I can. This is too heady. Too much. She’s so new, but like coming home too.

Her hands flutter at the front of my shirt, and she starts to fiddle with the buttons, but then with surprising strength she simply rips it open. Buttons fly, and she presses her hot mouth to the skin of my chest. She kisses me everywhere, and I’m not even able to get with the program because this is all so not what I expected when we came here today.

She pulls her leggings down, along with her panties, and then she looks at me, waiting. I stare at her then spin her around, bending her over the dresser, her ass in the air, and pussy exposed to my hungry gaze. I don’t ask her if she wants it gentle and slow, or hard and fast the way I did the air stewardess on K’s plane.

Dasha doesn’t get to choose.

I pull my cock out, so aching and hard, and line it up with her wet entrance. I test her with my fingers to make sure she’s wet enough, and she’s soaked.

I sink into her with a groan, and she cries out, her arms spread out and her hands gripping the dresser.

I fuck her hard and fast. Years of hurt, anger, aching, and longing pour into it, and I’m nothing more than a being on another plane of existence right now.

She’s right there with me too, grinding back against me, telling me more and harder. I reach around and find her clit and play with it, wanting her to come for me.

When she does, it’s with a cry loud enough to be heard outside, but it still doesn’t stop me. I speed up, taking what I need, what I’ve wanted all these years.

All those women, they were all substitutes for this. I come with a groan and bury my face in her neck as I fill her up.

Then it hits me.

I didn’t glove up.

For the first time in my life, I didn’t use a condom.

I pull out of Dasha, and she’s shaking as she pulls her panties up.

What the fuck have we done?

What have I done?

She starts to dress herself and looks at me. Her gaze is cold. Those blue eyes of hers hard like stone.

“Get out,” she says.

“What? No. We need to talk.”

“Get out.”

“I don’t have a shirt,” I say stupidly.

She grabs a sweater off the clothes rack and throws it at me. “It’s Jasper’s; put it on and get out.”

I do as she says, shocked at this turn of events. Shocked at the whole thing. I pull the too-small sweater over my head and fasten my pants before leaving her, still shaking.

I always knew we’d be dynamite when we finally got together. I was wrong.

That was a fucking nuclear explosion.

Chapter Fourteen

Dasha

The minute he shuts the door behind him, I run to the small bathroom in the corner, lift the toilet lid and throw up.

What have I done? What have I done?

Oh my god. What if Jasper finds out? He’ll hurt me. He’ll ruin me. He’ll go after my mother.

Bohdan isn’t here to protect me. He’s here to get his revenge on me. He’s right too, I’m the only person he ever told. He always said I had to keep it a secret or his life would be on the line, but I never told a soul.

I retch and retch and when there’s nothing left, I sink back onto my haunches, wiping my mouth.

Two men I can’t trust. Two men who might wish to harm me. It wasn’t the best life decision to sleep with one of them. Oh, how I want him, though.

He’s still beautiful. I believe, deep down, he has a good soul. I believe, deep down, he’s still that boy who protected me from the bullies. Life, though, has roughened him, knocked him about, and now his surface is hard.

When I saw those scars, my God. The pain must have been immense. He was only young still, just nineteen. A boy really, and those bastards did that