M I L A N A
twist around to face the man holding me. Alex has taken a step away, clearly sensing that this guy is interested in me.
“Would you like to dance?” he asks, bright blue eyes full of
sparking danger.
I swallow hard, glancing between him, Alex, and Kate. I start to shake my head and take a step away, feeling too shy to dance with him. He’s way out of my league.
“No way, you’re not backing out of that, Milana.” Kate pushes me back into his arms. “Go on, dance with him,” she shouts, moving closer to me. “He is hot as hell,” she whispers in my ear.
She’s right. The guy is hands down the most attractive man I’ve ever seen. I swallow hard, before nodding in response. “Okay, one dance.”
His lips curve into a smile that I wouldn’t call friendly—it’s almost cruel. It makes my stomach twist. For a brief moment, I wonder whether I’m making a mistake dancing with him. He could be a creep for all I know. The way he watched me in the VIP area, and then again down here.
He takes my hand before I can change my mind. His large, rough hands slip onto my hips the moment we’re in the center of the dance floor. I gaze into his brilliant blue eyes, feeling hypnotized by them. The man is a masterpiece — the kind of guy you only see in magazines or on TV.
I glance nervously toward the VIP area, thankful I can’t see Pavel. For once, I’ve given him the slip. The smoke bomb and commotion is still keeping him occupied.
The guy, whose name I don’t yet know, pulls me close. He sways us to the beat of the music. I let go of my inhibitions and wrap my arms around
his neck. Our bodies meld together perfectly, as he holds me tightly. His eyes hold my gaze with a promise of something explosive.
I can feel my core reacting to him. His body is hard against my soft curves. His bright blue eyes flicker with a fire that makes my panties damp. I gasp as he spins me around quickly, pressing his hard body flush against my back. His lips tease at my ear lobe, sending shivers down my spine.
My instincts tell me this man is bad news, but I can’t bring myself to break away from him. The hard press of his steel-rod against my buttocks makes me ache with need. He is as worked up as I am, responding to my body against his. It’s almost impossible to believe a man this hot would be attracted to a girl like me.
You expect this kind of guy to be dancing with a skinny fitness model, and I’m definitely not that. He digs his fingers into my curvy hips and licks a path up the column of my neck.
There’s only one way this is going, and that is us ending up between the sheets later tonight. I arch my back, pressing myself into him harder.
I’ve never been turned on by dancing with a man before. The chemistry between us is off the charts. I moan, thankful the sound is masked by the loud music.
He grinds his cock into my ass, making me so hot it feels like I’ll burst into flames any moment. I’m grateful the loud music masks the sounds I’m making. I can feel my panties soaking between my thighs.
I gasp as he bites down on my neck gently, sending a thrilling pain through me. It’s electric and erotic, and all we are doing is dancing.
It’s as if his touch is a match lighting me on fire. His lips press against the back of my neck, and he kisses and nips at the skin. “So fucking beautiful,” he groans into my ear.
I arch my back, pressing my ass harder into the thick outline of his cock.
“Naughty girl.” He spanks my ass, making me moan in both surprise and pleasure.
I glance nervously toward the VIP booth, searching for Pavel. If he caught me now, I’d been in serious fucking trouble.
“Why so tense?” he purrs into my ear.
I turn back toward him, sliding my arms around his neck. His electric blue eyes are pulsing with raw lust that makes my stomach clench in anticipation. I let my lips meet his lips in a tentative kiss, which he deepens.
Thankfully the music drowns out my moans as he swipes his tongue around my mouth. Every movement between us deepens the need for him building inside of me.
When we break apart, I realize Pavel will catch up to us sooner or later. I don’t want that to happen. I want this to go further. I want to be writhing in between the sheets with him all damn night. Despite my inexperience, I know that I can’t let this kind of raw connection go unexplored.
I do something I never usually do. “Do you want to get out of here?” I say, leaning closer to him.
He smiles that same wicked smile at me and nods his head. “Definitely.”
I pull my phone out and fire off a text to Kate, knowing she’ll be okay with Alex. The man leads me through the twisting bodies toward the exit. Once up the steps, I glance back to see Pavel’s grey hair bobbing through the dance floor as he searches through the crowd for me.
Before he can spot me, I duck my head and follow the handsome stranger out into the streets. Hopefully, he will think I’m using the bathroom.
“Wait,” I say, pulling him to a stop. “I don’t even know your name.”
He tilts his head to the side slightly, conflict warring in his brilliant blue eyes. “Lyov,” he rumbles. “You?”
“Milana, it’s nice to meet you.” I smile at him and hold out my hand.
He grabs it and pulls me close. “I think we’ve passed the hand-shake, don’t you?” His lips descend on mine hard, fast, and claiming.
It’s impossible not to moan as his tongue searches my mouth with a demanding need. This man is everything I crave, but shouldn’t. Although I don’t recognize him as one of my father’s men, he is bratva. If it wasn’t the ink that gave him away, the slight Russian accent is enough to convince me.
What does one night of untamed passion with a bad boy hurt?
It’s everything I’ve been craving. Lyov walks me back toward the wall of the club and presses me against it. His hands roam over every inch of my body. Usually, I wouldn’t be so hot on public displays of affection, but I’m burning up for him.
Perhaps it’s the alcohol making me forget my inhibitions or the fact that he’s the hottest man who has ever come on to me.
He sucks on my lip, before trailing hot kisses down my neck.
I moan, fisting my hands in his dark brown hair. My head rests against the wall as he works me into a frenzy. We’re still too close to the club, but I can’t bring myself to stop him. The passion between us is unlike anything I’ve felt before. It’s raw and intense.
His body is hard but warm. I want to feel his skin against mine. I want to feel his tongue on every part of my body.
It’s unlike me to want a stranger so badly, but I do. I can’t tell if it’s because I’ve drank too much or just the chemistry between us. Chemistry I want to explore more than anything tonight.
He digs his rough fingertips into my hips hard, making me gasp. “So fucking beautiful,” he groans, nipping at my pulse.
I feel it speed up beneath his attention, and my body coils like a spring. “We should keep moving,” I rasp out.
He tears himself from me and nods. His icy blue eyes are dazzling with a heat that makes my thighs clench. Lyov grabs my hand and pulls me down the street, away from my father’s club. We get all of about three meters before I’m launching myself into him again.
I need this. I need him more than I need to breathe right now. I kiss him hard, clawing at the muscles in his shoulders. He lifts me effortlessly and carries me down an alleyway, off the main street. I can’t believe how strong he is, as I’m not exactly light.
He presses my back into the wall, teasing his lips down my neck. The moment he gets to my exposed cleavage, I gasp at his lips there. The shock of need pulsing right to my core is so intense it feels like I’m going to die if I don’t find release with him.
“Fuck,” I moan, clawing my fingers through his thick, dark hair.
He nips at my pulse again, digging his teeth in harder than I expect. The pain thrills me. It wakes every nerve ending in my body and makes me want more.
We can’t do this here. As soon as Pavel realizes I’m not in the club, he will take to the streets in search of me. It’s almost impossible to tear myself from the man, but I manage to find a spark of willpower.
“Lyov, my bodyguard will find us if we don’t get out of here soon,” I pant.
My words seem to sober him, and he tenses against me. Ice blue eyes meet my gaze with electric intensity. “Bodyguard?”
I nod my head. “Yeah, my dad makes him follow me everywhere.” I shrug. “We need to get out of here if we’re going to do this.”
His eyes flash with a mix of lust and uncertainty. I wonder if he knows who I am. Does he realize I’m the daughter of Georgy Veselov, the pakhan of the Miami brotherhood?
“Okay, my van is parked nearby. I haven’t had a drink.” I smile and nod. “Let’s go.”
He laces his large, rough hand with mine and leads me out of the alleyway. I glance nervously back toward the entrance of the club, but I can’t see any sign of him.
We walk around the corner of the street, and I know we’re on our way to safety. I can’t shake the niggling sense of doubt, which is clawing at me as we walk in silence.
Lyov is dangerous. I’ve always been drawn to danger, and I wonder if I’m making a mistake. Before I can ponder on that thought, he is drawing me in for a quick, hot kiss. It chases away all my doubts.
I’m about to have a night of untamed passion with a man so ungodly handsome, what have I got to worry about?