Take Me Under (The Bratva Chronicles 2)

Yvgeny went over to her, slipped into bed, and pulled her close. He held her like that, the hours passing, and the peacefulness filling him.

He’d never felt this lightness unless he was with her. She was safe … his, and anyone that got in his way of holding her close would know exactly what death tasted like.

Three weeks later

Alexa sat at the table in the club. It was a Wednesday evening, the club was shut down for the night, and everyone was here for dinner. This was the first time Yvgeny or any of the other Bratva had done anything like this, and Alexa couldn’t deny she liked it.

He’ll always worry for me.

It was true, she knew that, but he also trusted her, knew she was strong, and because of that his being overbearing wasn’t as intense as she knew it could be.

Alexa looked over at Zoey and Sergei. He held her sister in a protective yet gentle embrace, and she knew, for the first time in her life, what that felt like. The interior of the club was filled with Russian men and woman, and of course the employees of Yvgeny that he thought of as family. They were all one big family, and she loved that they’d been able to find this place in life.

The feeling of someone touching her shoulder told her it was Yvgeny. She didn’t have to look at him to know he was the one close. The feeling she got when he was near was unlike anything she’d ever felt. Her belly tightened, butterflies encompassed her entire body, and the high that filled her was like a breath of fresh air moving along her exposed skin. She’d never been the sentimental type, never cared much for love or what came with it, but when it came to Yvgeny, all bets were off.

When it came to Yvgeny, she didn’t care that she was this fool that loved unlike ever before.

He helped her off the chair and pulled her into an embrace. “You are the light to my darkness, the meaning to my life.” He held the back of her head with his hand. “Before you, all I knew was how to survive.” He pulled back and looked down at her. “For me it’s you. Only you.”

There had never been anything sweeter said to her.

EPILOGUE

Several months later

Without this, the woman close to him, her love surrounding him, Yvgeny would just be a shell of a man.

He knew that as much as he knew his life was a pit of hell, one where he ruled his level, had corruption in his veins, and bathed in the blood of his enemies.

He thrust in deeply, feeling his life fade away as he was inside of Alexa. She was wet, tight, and so fucking hot.

She was his.

“Yvgeny,” she moaned, that sweet sound making his balls draw up tightly.

He thrust into her again, withdrew, and pushed in a third time.

“Oh, God, yes, Yvgeny.”

He grunted in pleasure, unable to hold on to his sanity.

“I want to hear you say my name again, Alexa.” He pumped in and out of her.

“Yvgeny,” she gasped out, and he knew he’d hit something good and deep within her.

“You’re mine, aren’t you? Only mine, Alexa.”

She nodded. “I’m yours.”

He grunted in approval.

Yeah, she was, and there was nothing that would ever change it.

“Lift your hips, baby. Grind that sweet pussy on me, fuck yourself, reach your pleasure for me. Fucking use me, baby.”

Alexa lifted her hips, doing exactly what he wanted. They both groaned in unison.

“That’s it. That’s so fucking it, baby.” Yvgeny started moving inside of her fast and hard, needing to come, needing to find that pinnacle with her. Beads of sweat trailed down his temples as he fucked, claimed the woman he loved. “God, Alexa.”

“Yes,” she whispered, her pleasure clear on her face.

He rose up on his arms and pulled back just an inch to let his gaze lower to her pussy. With his cock lodged in her body, he watched himself thrust in and out of her.

Her pussy clenched around him, and he groaned in ecstasy.

He owned her right now, and fuck, did it feel right.

“Christ.” His balls drew up tight with his impending orgasm.

She slid her hands up his sides and around to his back, her nails scoring his skin.

“Fuck. Yeah.”

Yvgeny pulled out of her wet, hot pussy for only a second, and then thrust back in deep and hard.

She gasped.

He started fucking her in long, powerful thrusts. The sloppy, wet sound of his cock tunneling into her pussy could have had him coming right then, but he held out, needing her to get off first.

“I’m so close,” she whispered.

Thank fuck, because I won’t be able to hold off.

“So. Good.” He groaned the words out.

This was the only woman he’d ever love.

He buried himself deep inside of her, and as he felt her pussy contract around him as she came, Yvgeny let go, too.