One Night With My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 2

Annika's POV

"Are you alright?" Ryan echoes his previous question. His arms are still wrapped around me, holding me against his chest.

My heart is beating a mile a minute, attempting to escape from its confinement. I'm so sure he can feel it against his chest. He's probably wondering if I'm about to have a heart attack.

But why isn't he asking me what I'm doing in a place like this? Why isn't he wondering what his best friend's little sister is doing at a b**m s*x club?

That's when it clicks.

My hand reaches for the face mask on my face that was handed to me at the entrance. The lady who gave it to me said that I could wear it if I wanted to remain anonymous. That should have been the first f*****g clue that I was about to enter into something that was more than I bargained for.

"I'm ok," I reply softly, making my voice lower than usual. Not that I expect him to recognise me through my voice.

It's been about seven years since we last saw each other, and everything about me has definitely changed since then, including my voice.

Ryan finally lets go of my waist and steps back, giving me some breathing space.

I take a deep breath and immediately regret it as a whiff of his cologne hits me, and along with it comes the teenage crush and longing I had harboured for him for years.

I take in a shaky breath and force a smile on my lips. "Thank you for saving my ass." Literally. I wasn't looking forward to kissing the ground.

Ryan isn't wearing a mask so I can clearly see the slow drag of his gaze on my body. His eyes linger on my thighs showing beneath my short dress, up to the generous cleavage that's peeking out the top of my plunging neckline.

My body becomes inflamed, heat scorching every place his gaze lands on.

I'm wearing a thigh-skimming, butter-soft black leather slip dress with a dangerously low, plunging neckline and an entirely open back. I know I look good but it's Ryan we are talking about here. He has never even spared me a passing glance before.

When his gaze meets mine again, I can't hold the gasp that leaves my lips as I see the barely concealed heat in his eyes.

Ryan Vance who has always referred to me as Little Annika, his best friend's little sister whom he never paid much attention to is staring at me with lust in his eyes.

My skin prickles, my heart pounding against my chest as though trying to escape. I can't fathom what's happening right now.

Ryan clears his throat and moves to the side. "Were you about to leave?" He asks and looks towards the stage. He tilts his head to the side. "Aren't you going to watch the show? I would like to get you a drink if you wouldn't mind?" He offers.

I don't know if I'm just making it up in my head but I could have sworn that his last question was laced with hope.

I look back at the platform where the couple is still going very strong. The lady is now straddling the man and bouncing frantically on his hard c**k within her s*x.

I swallow and look back at Ryan. "I'll take that drink," I say with a gentle smile.

When is the next time the man that I had the biggest crush on is going to offer to buy me a drink again? The answer is never.

Ryan smiles and he places a palm on the small of my back as he leads me over to the side bar

My skin burns at the place where his bare hand touches my skin and I don't know if it's just my head spinning out of control but I could have sworn that his thumb slips under the low cut of my dress.

I'm lightheaded as Ryan easily navigates us through the crowd and helps me onto the stool.

He signals for the bartender and I order something a bit strong, needing something to calm down my nerves.

I don't need to look at Ryan to feel his intense gaze on the side of my face.

"Is this your first time here? I haven't seen you before," he says, his eyes focusing intensely on my face.

Subconsciously, my hand reaches up to touch the mask still covering my face. I let out a nervous laugh. "Heard a lot about this place and thought that I should check it out," I say with a shrug that I hope looks casual.

I have no idea if this place is popular or not. I just happened to see it online. I hope Ryan doesn't see through the lie.

The bartender slides my drink to me and I quickly take a long sip out of it to keep myself busy before Ryan can ask me another question.

A loud moan from the lady on the platform pulls my gaze back to their performance. I can't believe that I forgot about them.

They are both still going strong and don't look like they're going to be stopping anything soon.

"What do you think about the performance?" Ryan whispers, his breath fanning my earlobe and I almost fall out of my seat because I didn't even realise that he moved closer.

I swallow another sip of my drink and look back at the platform.

My lips part and a breathless sigh slips between my lips as I watch the man press a vibrator against the woman's c**t while he slides his c**k into her ass.

She's begging and squirming on the bed for him to stop but in the same breath, she's pushing back against his c**k.

Before, the whole scene had seemed too much but with a little liquid courage flowing through my veins, I can watch the scene before me without feeling like some kind of voyeur.

I squeeze my thighs together as I keep watching the scene unfold. "I think their dynamic is surreal. He knows exactly what she needs without her having to voice it out."

"What else?" Ryan urges, his hand lowering onto my thigh, right beneath the hem of my dress.

I stiffen with my eyes widening slightly.

What the hell?!