Caring for the Bratva -Steamy Standalone Instalove Read Online Flora Ferrari

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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
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“Fuck,” I grunt as the tip of my cock buzzes, as my balls pulse and feel like they could explode, as every shred of attention I have is dragged to the burning pleasure in my shaft.

My seed shoots out of the end of my cock, landing on my naked abs.

I keep jerking my dick, hovering in that pleasurable place for as long as possible.

But then the moment passes and I sit up, opening my eyes.

Ah, shit.

I didn’t mean to let myself go like that.

I’ve only just met this woman and yet I know I have to have her.

I’ll go insane if I don’t claim her. If I don’t act on the primal impulses shivering through my mind.

I stand and return to the ensuite, cleaning myself up as my thoughts stray to dark places.

What if I act on these desires and I freak her out… and then she leaves, and I’ve sacrificed Lucky for nothing?

It may seem like a small thing to some people – especially with Flavio and the Italians causing all this mayhem – but Lucky’s wellbeing means more to me than most people. After everything that little soldier has been through, I ache for him to be happy, to find a place he can call home, to find people he can call family.

I could ruin that if I listen to this beastly song inside of me and claim what’s rightfully mine.

Daniella.

My woman.

Fuck.

For the first time in years, I’m not sure what to do.

Chapter Six

Daniella

“Well, this is pretty crazy, right, boy?”

I pace up and down my ridiculously huge bedroom, from the balcony windows to the door of the ensuite.

Lucky sits on the four poster bed, on the silk sheets, his paws folded and his chin resting atop them.

His eyes track me as I move from side to side, watching me patiently.

This morning has been such a crazy whirlwind.

I came here thinking I would have to go through a multi-stage interview process, and yet here I am, with my suitcase on a chair in the corner in one of the biggest, most opulent bedrooms I’ve ever been inside.

After the interview – and the closeness with Dom, which I’m still not sure if I imagined or not – one of his men drove me back to the city so I could collect a suitcase and return to the estate. Now the midday sun lights up my room brightly, and Lucky’s attentive gaze fills me with even more light.

The second I returned to the estate he was all over me, tail wagging, mouth open in a big endearing grin.

I move over to him, sitting on the bed and softly stroking my hand up and down his back.

“I thought you’d be angry at me for the injection,” I say, with a teasing note in my voice.

I know some people think it’s strange talking to dogs like this, but I find it easier than talking to people, and definitely easier than sitting amidst my own thoughts.

I gave him the injection before I left, wanting to get him used to me doing it as soon as possible.

He yawns and then climbs into my lap, rolling into a ball. It’s like he’s forgotten he’s not a small dog. He’s not a huge dog either, but he’s got a Border Collie’s body and he presses heavily into my thighs.

I giggle and run my hands through his fur, tickling him behind the ear. He closes his eyes and tilts his head back, savoring the feeling.

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re the friendliest dog ever, hmm?” I say. “There’s no way you’re grouchy with other people like Dom says. He must’ve been lying to me. Look at you. You’re the cutest little man I’ve ever seen in my life. Yes, you are. Yes, you are.”

My mind does absurd things as I baby-talk Lucky, making me think of what it will be like when I’m baby-talking mine and Dom’s children. It’s such a ridiculous thing to allow into my mind, but ever since he leaned close to me outside Lucky’s room I can’t force the notion away.

I see him sitting at the side of the birthing bed, his eyes glimmering intensely as he leans over me, laying a soft kiss on my cheek.

And then leaning down and laying a kiss on our baby’s forehead, smiling up at me, smiling in a way I don’t think Dom is truly capable of.

He smirks, grimaces, and stares.

He doesn’t smile.

But my mind-made version of Dom smiles without a hint of self-consciousness, drinking in the sight of me as I cradle our baby.

I shake my head, pushing away the thought.

“So, what do you want to do today, huh?” I ask.

One thing I didn’t think about when I took this job is just how much free time I’d have to spare. I probably should’ve considered it, but the orphan in me – the girl who’s never known what it’s like to have money – was more concerned with the pay and the board.


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