Page 40 of Bratva King's Secret Twins
“You have already been booked, Ms. Sharp.” He nods toward someone behind me, and I let go of the patron’s hand.
Taking a step back, I look up at the other bodyguard coming up behind me. “A VIP upstairs.”
I nod, shooting the Pina Colada guy a sympathetic smile as I follow the bodyguard's lead, my heart pounding in my chest as we make our way up the stairs to the glass office overlooking the dance floor. The echoes of music grow fainter as we ascend, replaced by the muffled sounds of conversation and laughter from below. My palms grow clammy and I wipe them against my thighs. I can't help but wonder who this VIP could be who has been watching me all night. The pit of my stomach twists as I think this could be the eyes I have been drawn to all evening. The irises that seem to be magnets to my own.
As we reach the top of the stairs, a sleek wooden door stands before us, guarded by another imposing figure. The bodyguard nods at him, and without a word, the door swings open to reveal a lavish private room bathed in soft, colored lights that dance across the walls. There is velvet across the mini-stage and the room is circular, so that there is nowhere for the dancer to hide.
Inside, sitting on a plush leather couch, is a figure shrouded in shadows. My breath catches in my throat as I step into the room, my eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. The VIP's features slowly come into focus—a sharp jawline, piercing eyes, and a predatory smile that sends shivers down my spine, but I steel myself. I pull my shoulders back and swish my hips in a slow seductive way that could have someone mistaking my walk for me swimming through molasses. I step up the stairs to the main stage, arching my hips away as I grab the pole and stretch. I then spin around, my back arching off the pole as I stare at the figure, eclipsed by the shadows, and slide down the pole slowly. I give him my best pouty face as I say, “You know you are my first dance in a while.”
“Is that so?” I pause my descent, the cheshire like tone to his gravelly voice purred against my skin, reminding me of the rumbling voice of Nikolai as he nuzzled my neck in before demanding we fuck again. I stand up, lazily walking around the pole as I caress the curve of my body.
“Yup, I took a little hiatus.” I smile, jumping in the air as I hook both knees around the pole. “So excuse me if I am a little rusty.
The figure lets out a low laugh as he adjusts himself to lean back, deeper into the darkness. I continue my dance, as the figure in the shadows watches me intently. His eyes follow every movement, every twist and turn of my body as I loop and swing with grace around the pole. He groans when I slide down slowly into a split and shake my ass a little and I lean in forward towards him. “You don’t seem out of practice to me,” he comments.
“Well, let’s just say I love to be watched.” I wink, flipping myself up and wiggling my ass as I roll up, flipping my hair back dramatically.
My body twists and contorts around the pole, my eyes locked on the shadowy figure watching me. A shiver runs through me as a flicker of recognition ignites in my mind. It's him - Nikolai, with his unmistakable presence branded onto my consciousness. My muscles tense as I stare at him, staring lazily at me from the shadows. He leans in just so I get only half of his face in the light. He licks his lips with hooded eyes as he purrs, “Dance for me, Kotik.”
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GWEN
“Come on now, beautiful. Dance for me. Make me proud.” Nik’s husky voice cuts through the music as he runs his tongue over his lips. Heat radiates from his eyes as they bore into me, setting my skin ablaze. I feel his gaze tracing every curve and contour of my body as I move to the rhythm of the melody. As he leans back further into the darkness, his predatory gaze rolls down my body, sending shivers down my spine.
“Good girl, Kotik," he growls with satisfaction as I whimper at his praise and the use of my nickname. My heart races with fear and arousal, and I silently curse myself for revealing my weaknesses so easily to him.
My body betrays me, uncontrollably drawn to him like a masochist to pain. I crave to satisfy all of his dark desires. I crave to let his imagination run wild all over my body.
“E-enjoying the show?” My voice comes out in a stammer.
“Of course, Kotik. It’s you.” My heart flutters in my chest as he takes another pull from his cigarette.
I writhe my hips in a circle, eliciting a low whistle from him that morphs into a dirty chuckle, and my core clenches. “Do that again,” he commands, and I do so without even a second thought, because that is what Nikolai does to me. He makes me want to obey. He makes me want to make him proud. No other man has such an effect on me.
The pulsating beat throbs through me as I grind my hips in time to the music. Then I feel it—his hand reaching forward, his fingertips tracing up my inner thigh.
“Mmm, Nik,” I moan. He smirks playfully, the spotlight illuminating his face. And I feel something I’ve been missing all these years—a heat, a scorching, unyielding fire, that crackles all over my body.
He takes another pull from his cigarette, allowing the smoke to flow from the corners of his mouth as he talks. “You know, Kotik, I made this room just for you.”
“Oh yeah?” I whisper, keeping my eyes on the darkness that belongs to him and his dangerously alluring grin.
Fuck, even with the cold metal of the pole gliding down my spine, my skin flushes with heat, with want.
“You see, you owed me a dance,” Nikolai states. “And I was hoping you weren’t the type of girl who doesn’t hold up to their side of a deal.”
I laugh, taking a step closer to him. He spreads his legs open so I can stand in between them. I slide between his thighs and cup his chin, covered in a five o’clock shadow and a drunken smirk. “I always keep my promises, Nik.” I lean in close, my lips hovering over his. “You should know that.”
A sly smile plays on my lips as I spin around. Holding on toboth of his thighs—and with deliberate slowness—I shimmy down, my ass brushing against his growing member.
Nikolai groans in my ear as I sink into the plush carpet. I spot Nik’s hand shooting out to grab me, but I swing around into a tantalizing crawl just out of his reach, a playful smirk dancing on my face.
His voice is husky with desire as he warns me, “You're treading on dangerous ground, Kotik.” But there's a glint of amusement there that fuels the fire burning between us.
Playfully batting my long lashes at him, I tease, “I was under the impression this wasn't a whorehouse.” I twirl back into his embrace. “And yet here we are.”
Pressing my body against his, barely grazing his nose with my heaving chest, I hear him mutter, “Whoever made that stupid fucking rule must be an idiot.”