Take Me Under (The Bratva Book 2)

by Jenika Snow

  Seeing him naked, all of that hard muscle flexing under his tattooed skin, had a shiver working through her. And the tattoos he had covered his chest and arms, even his hands. She knew they were from the Bratva, right down to the shoulder tattoos that said he was a general in rank, and the tattoos on his knees stating he’d never kneel.

  Yvgeny was dangerous, powerful, and she knew he’d kill with his bare hands if need be.

  He probably has ten times over.

  He said something in Russian as he looked her up and down, then shook his head and stared into her eyes. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He moved toward her again, pressed his hard body right to hers, and cupped the side of her face with his big hand.

  She gripped his shoulders and dug her nails into his flesh.

  “That’s it. Christ, you’re so ready for me.” He moved his mouth to the side of her throat and started licking at her flesh. This surprised sound came from her when he squeezed the mounds especially hard.

  “I want you so fucking badly.” He started thrusting against her mound, and she spread her thighs wider, needing him to get in the right position to fuck her. As if he read her mind he gripped her waist and lifted her off the ground easily. Alexa wrapped her legs around his waist, did the same with her arms around his neck, and moaned when his big cock slid along her wet slit.

  She wanted to feel him pushing into her, stretching her, and making that pain and pleasure live as one inside of her. The feel of his big cock had her insides clenching and a fresh wave of wetness coming from her pussy. Alexa wanted to feel so incredibly full she couldn’t stand it, couldn’t breathe, or wrap her head around it.

  “Yvgeny. I’m so ready for you.”

  “You want this?” he asked and pressed his cock harder against her.

  “God, yes,” she breathed out.

  And then he was reaching between their bodies, taking hold of his dick, and placing it at her entrance.

  He rubbed his cock along her cleft, up and down. “You’re so ready for me.”

  She nodded.

  They held each other’s stares for several long seconds, and then they crashed their mouths together in unison. Groans spilled from both of them, and he dug his fingers into the flesh right above her ass. Images of them together, skin wet with sweat, muscles stretched and taut, filled her head.

  If he wasn’t going to end this torment, she would.

  Alexa reached down, pushed his hand out of the way, and grabbed his huge dick. When the tip was angled right at her entrance, a moment of stillness crashed between them.

  He held her body as if it were nothing but air. With one hand now on her ass, he placed her other one on the wall beside her head. The tip of his cock became lodged in her pussy, and they both breathed out roughly.

  “There’s no going back after this, Alexa.” When he slid in another inch, stretching her so good, all she could do was nod. This was what she wanted, this time with him, this affirmation that she was his.

  “Kiss me,” she whispered.

  He didn’t make her wait.

  She moaned against his lips and clenched her pussy around his shaft. “You’re making me feel so full and you’re not even all the way in yet.”

  He rested his forehead against hers, groaning intently. “You haven’t felt anything yet. I’m going to stretch you so good you'll feel me tomorrow.” In one swift move he was buried fully inside of her.

  She let her head fall back against the wall behind her and closed her eyes, not able to keep them open any longer. He started moving in and out of her, faster and harder.

  “Christ.” He pumped into her like a madman.

  He curled his arm around her waist, and she wrapped her legs around his hips tighter, stabilizing herself. With his hand by her head on the wall and his other hand on her ass cheek, he started moving in and out of her. The sounds of their flesh slapping together, of her wet skin moving along his in a very filthy, erotic way, had her pleasure mounting.

  The root of his cock rubbed against her clit every time he slammed into her.

  “You feel so fucking good.” He ground the words out and closed his eyes for a second before he opened them again and stared at her. Sweat beaded his brow, and he made this low growly sound when he slammed into her especially hard.

  With each passing second he gave her passion, intensity. He gave her a torrent of emotions faster and harder. The burn of her back rubbing against the wall heightened her pleasure, and she felt her climax mounting.

  “I want to see you come.” He reached between them and pressed his thumb to her clit. “I want to feel you milking my dick, and making me get off right along with you. I want us to come together.” He rubbed the bundle of nerves back and forth, kept that pressure right on her until she was swiveling her hips on him. Alexa wanted him to go impossibly deeper into her.

  Yvgeny pressed his mouth to her ear, licking and sucking and kissing at her flesh until she was moaning for more.

  She could tell he was close to getting off, too.

  “You’re mine.” He slammed into her twice and applied more pressure to her clit until she was about to come again, but right when she was there he slowed. Before she could beg him to fuck her harder, he held onto her hips with a bruising force.

  “Tell me you’re mine.”

  He was thrusting like a madman now, in and out, faster and harder, and she got so lost in the sensation, and the scent and power that came from him, that she felt herself falling over the edge once more. She came long and hard, and heard him groan against her neck.

  “Say it.” Yvgeny growled out the words like a beast set free. She couldn’t help but give him what he wanted, what she wanted, too.

  “I’m yours,” she gasped out, and he slammed into her so hard her head kicked back against the wall.

  “I love you so fucking much.”

  She whispered again, “I love you, Yvgeny.”

  “Let me take you out, show you this doesn’t just have to be dark in this life.”

  With him it wasn’t dark.

  She knew this was only the beginning, and whether that ended up ruining her like Yvgeny worried about, or became the best thing that happened to her, Alexa was ready.

  She was ready to have this, and fuck anything or anyone that got in the way.

  Chapter Five

  Two days later

  Alexa felt like she wore a perpetual smile on her face. All she’d been able to think about was what she’d shared with Yvgeny, and how free she felt because of it. For so long she’d held back, kept her emotions in check, but after telling him she loved him, hearing him say it back, and knowing this was the beginning of what she’d always wanted, all she could do was find the happiness in it all.

  Her cell vibrated inside of her pocket, and she reached in and grabbed it. Sisterly love filled her at the sight of Zoey’s face lighting up the screen.

  She answered the video call.

  “Hey,” Alexa said and smiled, seeing her younger sister smiling on the screen. The reception wasn’t the greatest, but she knew they were probably in a remote place, if Sergei had anything to do with it.

  He did like having Zoey all to himself, and Alexa was happy they’d found each other. Zoey deserved happiness in her life after all the shit she’d gone through.

  “Hey yourself.” There was some shuffling, then the sound of Sergei saying something low in the background. “How is everything? I hate that I stuck you with my work.”

  Alexa shook her head. She saw Sergei in the background of the screen cooking dinner. A smile spread across Alexa’s face. Despite the sappiness of it, Alexa wanted that with Yvgeny.

  “Why are you so happy?” Zoey asked, the expression on her face telling Alexa she wasn’t going to fall for any lie Alexa told.

  Why lie?

  Because telling Zoey that I’m involved with Yvgeny kind of goes against the warning I gave her before she got involved with Sergei.

  “You met someone,” Zoey said without making
it a question.

  No point in lying. She’ll find out soon enough anyway.

  Alexa nodded. “It’s Yvgeny, actually.” There was no crazy look from Zoey, no rubbing in her face that Alexa had once told her to be careful around these men. Her sister just smiled sweetly.

  “You’re happy?”

  Alexa felt her own smile grow. She nodded. “Yeah, I really am.”

  “Then I’m glad.”

  “And you’re happy?”

  Zoey’s smile could have lit up the room. “I am.”

  Sergei walked up behind Zoey and leaned down to kiss her on the crown of her head. It warmed Alexa to know that her sister had found someone that deserved her, that would treat her right, and make sure she was always protected.

  “Is it hectic taking over for me?” Zoey asked.

  “Of course not. I’m glad you got away. I’m glad you’re having a good time. You deserve it.”

  A moment of silence stretched out.

  “You deserve it, too,” Zoey said. “And I’m glad you two finally realized you need each other in your lives.” She chuckled. “I mean, I might have only been around you two a short time, but after the whole … situation, I noticed the way Yvgeny looked at you.”

  That surprised Alexa, because she hadn’t seen anything different in him. But hearing her sister say that made her feel extremely happy.

  After another few moments of talking, they finally disconnected the call. Alexa stood there for a second and just thought about everything; about what she wanted, whom she loved, and what she hoped for the future.

  Whether that future played out was still up in the air, but she had hopes that things would play out the way she saw them in her head.

  She turned and made a startled sound when she saw Yvgeny standing there. He was several feet away, leaning against the wall, an intense expression on his face.

  “You scared me,” she said softly.

  “I’m sorry,” was his reply. He smiled and continued to look at her. “I could stare at you all day and it still wouldn’t be enough, Alexa.”

  Her heart did this little jump in her chest.

  “I know we aren’t supposed to meet for dinner until later, but I knew you were here alone doing paperwork, and I wanted to see you.” He pushed away from the wall but didn’t come closer. “I feel myself not being able to stay away from you.”

  “I hope that’s not a bad thing?” she said on a breath.

  He shook his head. “I feel like I don’t see you enough as it is.”

  And just like that her heart stopped and heat spread through her.

  The club was cleared out, but Alexa had stayed late to finish paperwork. They were supposed to do that dinner tonight, but the longer she stared at him the more she just wanted to stay here, to let her arousal—which was swiftly consuming her—take over fully.

  They stood there, neither speaking, neither moving, for long minutes. It seemed like eternity, but it was the good kind of silence and wait, the kind that had her desire becoming an inferno within her.

  Make him want you so bad he can’t even stand it.

  Make him so on edge he’s about to lose control.

  Alexa had never been one to be wanton or so free, but right now she wanted to make Yvgeny burn as brightly as she was.

  “Come here,” he said in that sexy accented voice of his.

  She moved toward him, but before he could pull her in for an embrace she grabbed his hand and started moving him toward the back rooms. The club also had some VIP booths, ones where the girls could make a little extra on the side, but also gave the club a cut. No sex was allowed, but plenty of bumping and grinding wasn’t discouraged, as long as the guys kept their hands to themselves.

  They walked down a dimly lit hallway and stopped at one of the doors to the VIP rooms. Alexa looked back at him, and although she didn’t tell him what she was doing, it was clear by the look on his face he knew. He was breathing a little harder and looking at her like he wanted to devour her inch by slow inch. She looked down and saw the huge erection he sported, and her pussy got wetter, her nipples harder.

  All she could hear was her pulse pounding in her ears.

  She pushed the door open, saw the velvet couch pressed up against the wall across from her, the table off to the side, and the silver, gleaming pool in the center of the room.

  Alexa had never done anything like this before, but as much as she was nervous, she also anticipated it.

  “Sit down,” she said, trying to make herself sound stronger.

  He moved toward the couch and sat down without saying a word. She shut the door, went over to the stereo built into the wall, and turned on something sexy and slow. The music filled the small room, and her heart beat faster.

  The dress she wore was simple enough to remove, but keen awareness of the fact this man was watching her so intently made her so damn nervous.

  “Get undressed for me,” he said low, deep, commanding. He rested his arms on the back of the couch, spread his legs just slightly, and took on a relaxed position. “You started this, now fucking give me a show.”

  God, she got wetter.

  “It turns me on that you’re so nervous.” He reached down and adjusted the huge erection he had. “Get undressed. Show me what’s mine, Alexa.”

  Grabbing the left strap of her dress, she slowly slid it down, and then she did the same to the right strap. She pushed the material down until it fell to her feet, and then she stepped out of it. Yvgeny didn’t say anything else, just continued to stare at her. Taking hold of her courage, she knew that this was the most daring thing she had ever done.

  It was exhilarating.

  Her panties and bra were not something special or sexy, but the way Yvgeny watched her made her feel like she was adorned with the most gorgeous lingerie.

  The lights in the room were low, seductive, and the shadows played across Yvgeny’s big body. She was about to take the bra and panties off, but a shake of Yvgeny’s head stopped her.

  “Leave them on.”

  Arousal filled her. And when she turned and presented her back to him, she heard the low rumble that left him.

  Alexa knew nothing about pole dancing, but it couldn’t be that hard, right?

  ****

  He was harder than fucking steel, and he knew he wouldn’t last.

  Tonight wasn’t supposed to be about this, but hell, he was not going to deny his woman. If she wanted to do this, he was fucking on board.

  With her back to him, Yvgeny adjusted his cock again, and decided to just get the fucker out. He unzipped and undid the button of his pants, pulled his dick free, and stroked the bastard a few times as he stared at his woman.

  He was hard as hell, and the moisture that started to bead at the tip of his dick was becoming a nuisance. She was made for him in every way. She started moving slightly to the music, and he was transfixed by the sight of her innocent undergarments molded to her curves.

  She started moving, swaying her hips back and forth, and the cheeks of her bottom did a little jiggle. It was hot as fuck, and he was holding on by a thread.

  Yvgeny wanted to say fuck this and just bend her over the couch and fuck her, but he was patient.

  When she gripped the pole with one hand and slid it up and down innocently, he didn’t stop himself from gripping his cock, imagining she was doing that to his pole. She closed her eyes, wrapped her other hand around the pole, and started slowly swaying back and forth, really getting into the song. It wasn’t raunchy pole dancing, but that made it all the better.

  He trained his eyes on her ass, loving the way it rocked from side to side from her movements. She turned, pressing closer to the pole so that the metal slid right between her breasts.

  Oh. Shit.

  She rubbed herself up and down.

  Holy. Fucking. Christ.

  She popped her ass out so erotically he wanted to run his teeth over the mounds to bite the flesh gently, but enough that she made a sound. She moved lo
w to the ground, her thighs spreading as she bounced up and down slightly. He saw the damp spot her arousal made on her panties.

  Fuck, he wanted to be inside of her. Stroking himself from root to tip, Yvgeny leaned back on the couch, mesmerized by the sight of her.

  “Turn around and pull your panties down for me, Alexa.” She opened her eyes then and he saw how aroused she was, how dilated her pupils were.

  Alexa obeyed so well.

  She turned around, slipping her fingers under the edge of her panties, and pulled them low enough that he saw a flash of her swollen pussy lips beneath her ass. He worked his palm over his dick harder. He wanted to run his tongue between her pussy lips, right up the middle of her slit. When the panties were off, he groaned.

  “Turn around and dance for me.”

  For another five minutes he watched her dance, loving that she moved so seductively for him.

  “Alexa.” Her name was nothing more than a low growl from him, deep and commanding. “Enough. I need you.” There she stood, in nothing but her bra and heels. “Take the bra off.” He saw her throat work, but she listened so well. And then there she was, her big breasts shaking slightly from her increased breathing. The trimmed thatch of dark hair that covered her cunt turned him the fuck on. “Come here, Alexa.”

  Alexa moved closer, so close that he could smell the sweet, yet musky aroma of her arousal for him. “Put your leg here,” he said and placed his hand on the seat beside him. “Let me see between your legs.” She didn’t even question him. And when she did what he wanted, her swollen, pink, and wet pussy lips were parted.

  This was going to be incredible.

  She would be so fucking good.

  Chapter Six

  Yvgeny leaned in, and his warm breath moved along Alexa’s exposed pussy.

  Oh God.

  He placed his hands on her outer thighs, curled his fingers into her flesh, and leaned in so close she felt his mouth against her pussy lips.

  Oh.

  Everything inside of her stilled.