Take Me Under (The Bratva Chronicles 2)

Yvgeny didn’t know if he could have stopped even if he wanted to at that moment. He reached around, cupped her nape, and pulled her toward him. Her chest clashed with his, her breath coming out in a warm, sweet rush of air, and he leaned down and kissed her until she was breathless.

The moan that came from her was saccharine and perfect, and his cock hardened further. He went to pull away, but she speared her hands in his hair, tugged at the strands, and made these small noises in the back of her throat.

“Yvgeny.” She moaned his name against his lips. He kissed her harder, swallowing the sound, but needing more, so much more.

He wanted her to surrender every part of herself to him, to just be his. He’d waited too long, been too much of a fool. All it had taken for him to realize he couldn’t pretend anymore was some fucker touching her. He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her as tightly to him as she could get, and ground his cock into the softness of her belly. She gasped, kissed him harder, and he let the fucking world fade away.

She felt good in his arms, really fucking good, in fact, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to let her go. Yvgeny wasn’t going to let Alexa walk away again. He wasn’t going to allow himself to be a motherfucker when it came to her.

She broke the kiss and looked at him. Yvgeny looked down at her mouth. Her lips were swollen, red, and wet because of him. God, that turned him on.

“Does this feel good, Zvyozdochka?”

She nodded, and he lifted his hand to move his thumb along her bottom lip. “I don’t want to feel this anger when I think of some other fucker touching you,” he said low. “I don’t want to worry about killing an asshole because I don’t want anyone else to have you.”

“Yvgeny—”

He stopped her by kissing her soundly.

“The only thing that matters is the here and now, and the fact I’m done trying to ignore this.” He cupped both of her cheeks and slanted his mouth on hers once more. Yvgeny couldn’t get enough.

He’d never get enough.

“This can work,” she murmured against his mouth.

He didn’t think about the shit that could go down, how dangerous it was for her to be so close to him. All he wanted to think about was that he could protect her, he could make this work.

“Fuck, Alexa,” he said and knitted his brows, giving her a softer kiss. When he pulled back, he smoothed the hair away from her forehead. “I want to be gentle and soft with you, want to show you a side that I didn’t know I had.” He watched her throat work as she swallowed. “Because you make me want to be a better man. You make me want to do good things, even if I know I can’t.”

“I know who and what you are, and I want you just as you come, Yvgeny.” He could see emotion flicker across her face. “I love you,” she whispered. His heart stopped, the world turned upside down, and his cold, dead soul warmed and became alive for this woman.

“I’m the devil with a spot in hell, but I want this to work. I’m done fighting it.”

Her mouth was parted, her pupils dilated, and when she licked her lips, he let his inner beast free. He kissed her hard until she was consumed by the passion.

Their tongues slid along each other, frantic, heated, and full of need. His cock was hard, so fucking stiff that he ground his erection into her belly to ease the ache. Alexa was pliant in his arms, pressing her breasts against his chest and murmuring these little incoherent things. Yvgeny moved his hand lower until he got to the edge of her blouse. He slipped his fingers beneath the material. She didn’t stop him, and in fact arched for more.

“God, Alexa.” He grunted those two words out. “I’m starving for you.”

Before he could move his hand up farther, she had her hands between them and was undoing the buttons of her shirt. When the material parted, she reached behind her, and a second later the cups of her bra loosened. His cock jerked even harder, the tip wet with pre-cum.

There was no waiting once he saw the bottom of her full breasts peeking out from under the material. Yvgeny grabbed the cups, one in each hand, and in a swift move tore the material in two. She gasped, but he didn’t wait to make her feel good. Instead, he grabbed her around the waist, spun her around, and walked them toward the wall. He pressed her back to it, holding her stationary for what he wanted to do to her.