Take Me Under (The Bratva Chronicles 2)

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 low 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 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.