Page 55 of Brutal Bratva King

I park the car outside the club and spot Anya’s car parked near the entrance. I’m at the right place.

Slipping the bouncer a wad of cash, he lets me in without asking me to wait in line. I don’t have time for that shit, and I didn’t have time to plan ahead and get on the VIP list, so I’m relieved he doesn’t argue.

Inside, the club is hot and smoky. Music is blaring from all directions, thick, heavy bass pulsing through the air and making the hairs on my arm stand up.

I push my way through the crowds and stand at the edge of the dance floor, scanning over the sea of faces.

Ruslana is there—her arms draped over some asshole who is holding her far too close.

I step onto the dance floor, ready to rip her from his arms and drag her home, but someone grabs my arm.

I spin around to face them and to my surprise, it’s Anya.

“Leave her,” she shouts over the music.

“She’s making a fool of herself,” I shout back.

“Just leave her, she’s only dancing.”

“Anya—“ I shake my head.

She grins. “Dance with me. We can stay close to her and keep an eye on her. She’ll be fine. You’ll make it a hundred times worse if you drag her out of here now.”

Anya takes my hand and pulls me onto the dance floor a few feet from Ruslana.

Anya starts to move against me, swaying her hips in time to the bass and rubbing her gorgeous body over me. Her eyes are bright and glittering as she watches me.

My mind becomes frazzled for a moment and I can’t think straight.

My hands drift to her body, holding her slender waist just above where her hips swell out over her curvy ass. This red dress is devilish. She bites her lip as she watches me, a sly grin on her face.

For a second, I think—she must be distracting me. Ruslana asked her to do this. She’s using her body to distract me from what is really going on.

Anger flares inside me.

But the longer I watch Anya, dancing up against me, teasing me playfully, the more I realize that I’m wrong.

She’s just having fun.

Ruslana is nearby and nothing bad is going to happen to her with me this close anyway.

I can relax as well. It’s been a long time since I just let go and enjoyed myself. With work, running the businesses, and trying to manage my siblings—I never have time for myself.

I run my hand along Anya’s arm down to her hand, then spin her and pull her back against my chest so that her ass is rubbing over my groin.

Fuck.

She is divine.

She tilts her head back against me, laughing as she continues to dance. I run my hand down the front of her body, feeling her curves, enjoying every inch of her as we move together.

I’ve had a fucking long day, and this is exactly what I didn’t know I needed to help rid myself of the tension.

The music changes, the beat gets harder and I lose myself in Anya.

Our eyes keep locking and we both smile every time it happens.

I grab her jaw and kiss her intensely. She feels so good next to me. Everything about her feels good.

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