14. Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen
Tatiana Andreeva
E asy, girl. Heat spread out across my chest, my heart pounding. It was like he was literally sculpted by God himself. Tanned skin. Hard, defined lines. Bulging muscles. Chiselled abs.
I’d always had a serious weakness for Nikolai’s chest. One look was all it took to make tears run down my thighs. Add in the ‘T’ tattooed over his heart and I was so fucking close to crumbling right there. To intentionally losing every round so I’d wind up naked in front of him.
I had no one else to blame but myself. By agreeing to the game, I’d put myself in exactly the position I was trying desperately to avoid.
That was Future Tatiana’s problem, though. Present Tatiana was going to take full advantage and let FT handle the repercussions.
Nikolai’s muscles flexed as he reached across the table to grab the cards. “You sure you want to keep playing?”
“I’m not the one who just lost.”
He smirked. “Right.”
I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. He knew how much I loved his chest. Looking at it. Touching it. Licking it…the fucker lost on purpose. Probably to try and distract me. Well, he was going to pay for that.
“What’s your dare?” he asked as he lazily shuffled the cards, a very smug look on his face. Any dare I chose would be a reward for him too. What could I make him do that would drive him crazy?
I pushed my chair out a little so I was away from the table. Nikolai watched me carefully, every shred of his focus on me as I straightened my leg out.
“Lick up my leg until I tell you to stop.”
He didn’t move at first, staring me dead in the eyes. I recognised that dark, feral look. It was a very, very dangerous game we were playing. And I didn’t fucking care.
Nikolai got to his feet slowly and walked over to me.
He dropped to his knees at my feet and stared at my leg admiringly.
His rough, calloused hands wrapped around my ankle, lifting it into the air.
He used a soft, light touch, those strong, powerful hands capable of so many dangerous things holding me with such tenderness and care.
It made me fucking burn , pressure building in my pussy.
He leant forward and kissed the base of my ankle.
My breath hitched.
I felt his tongue next, running leisurely up my leg. My whole body was on fire, lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. I started to squirm, the overwhelming urge to grind against something making it impossible for me to stay still.
Fuck, this was a bad idea , I thought.
His tongue was wet and warm and, when I pictured it on my clit, I swear I could have come right there and then.
His hand snapped out, gripping my other thigh and he roughly pushed my legs further apart as he moved up and up, his tongue dragging over my hypersensitive skin. Fuck…shit….fuck. He pushed my shorts up out of the way as he continued to go higher.
“Stop,” I panted when he reached the apex of my thighs.
He stopped immediately, but kept his tongue pressed to my skin, staring up my body from between my legs.
His eyes were dilated, his pupils swallowing almost the entirety of that beautiful, crystal blue.
He looked at me with this savage, hungry look, like he wanted to eat me alive, to take a bite out of my skin.
I licked my lips, my chest rising and falling hard as I tried to catch my breath. “Your deal,” I whispered, my heart slamming in my chest.
He moved his face away and got to his feet, standing over me. Little Nicky was standing to attention, straining in his grey sweatpants, every glorious inch on display.
“You better hope you don’t lose the next round,” he rumbled, his voice deep and thick.
I smiled. “Same to you.” What I had planned next would make him snap. I was sure of it.
He returned to his seat and dealt out the next round, his movements stiff.
My hand was shit. Not even a single pair. I got rid of four cards, which wasn’t a good look and showed I had shit all.
Nikolai gave me a feral smile. He dumped two, and dealt out the replacement cards. I watched him carefully for tells, but Nikolai was hard to read on a normal day. There were high stakes in this game. So, it was virtually impossible to try and read him now.
“I bet pants.”
I looked at my cards. I now had two pairs. Not a bad hand, but not necessarily a great one, either.
I could match, and probably lose, or raise it. Bluff the shit out of him and hope he folded.
Go big or go home.
“Raise. Pants and underwear.”
He arched an eyebrow. He glanced at his cards and then back to me, calculation in his gaze. I put on a calm, casual air, hoping he would see it as me being confident in my cards. I should have known better though. Nikolai could read me like a fucking book.
“Match.”
Shit.
He showed me his cards first and I wanted to pull my damn hair out. I wasn’t a big sore loser, like Illayana. But still, I didn’t like to lose. Nobody did.
He had three 7s and two Ks—a full house. His full house beat my shitty two-pair any day.
The wolfish smirk on his face sent my heart racing. He leant back, casual as you please, and waited, his fingers tapping lightly on the table. I wasn’t the type to back out. I got to my feet and didn’t hesitate to pull my shorts and underwear down, stepping out of them.
Nikolai’s whole body locked in place. He was deathly still, his eyes plastered to my pussy. I couldn’t blame him. I kept my girl clean and very well groomed. Water and pineapple were a part of my daily diet.
“Turn around,” he commanded harshly.
“Is that your dare?” I asked, my tone light, playful.
“More like a polite request.”
“A request usually comes with the word ‘please’.”
“You don’t like it when I use the word ‘please’. It's too soft for you. Turn the fuck around.”
Goosebumps broke out over my entire body. He was right. In this context, I didn’t like when he said “please”. I craved that rough, dominating side of his personality in moments like this. Where he told me what to do, what to say, when I could come.
But you can bet your ass that if this was any other scenario—like him asking me to make him a sandwich or something—he better damn well use the word “please”. Otherwise, I’d cut his balls off and hang them on my Christmas tree as decorations.
I turned slowly, giving him plenty of time to admire the view. When I faced him again, his hands were clenched into fists, squeezing so hard that his knuckles turned white. It was like he was using all his strength to keep his hands right where they were.
His eyes were wild. Full of hunger and desperation. I liked it when he was desperate. He was more savage then.
“Your dare,” he started, cracking his neck. “Sit on the table with your legs spread wide, facing me. I want a good look at that pretty pink pussy. My pretty pink pussy.”
Oh, you—
That was a good one. A really good one. Lucky for me, and I guess him, there wasn’t a shred of self-consciousness left in my body. Nikolai had fucked those thoughts right out of me.
For the whole time we were together, and even well after, he showered me with compliments. They weren’t always about my appearance either. He complimented my mind. My resilience. The loyalty I had for those I cared about.
I climbed up onto the table, scooching forward until I was right in front of him, and spread my legs as far as they could go, giving him a completely unobstructed view.
His heated gaze was locked firmly on my pussy and I trembled. The look he was giving me made me so fucking wet, it was literally dripping out of me onto the table.
I was so turned on, I could barely breathe.
Nikolai leant forward and swiped his finger through the small puddle of my wetness, bringing it to his lips. “Your deal,” he rumbled, sucking it into his mouth.
My clit throbbed . I’d never been so desperate for him before. For his cock. His tongue. For fucking everything.
I gathered up the cards and shuffled them, all while Nikolai continued to taste my wetness with his finger like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever had before. The more he did it, the more turned on I got.
He’d better hope I lose this round, because I am going to make him suffer .
I dealt the hand. We dumped the cards we didn’t want and I gave the replacements. We placed our bets. My shirt against his pants.
He won and I smashed my fist down on the table.
I said I wasn’t a big sore loser, not that I wasn’t one.
After whipping off my shirt, I sat there in all my naked glory. Well, except for the pair of fluffy socks on my feet. His tongue ran over his lips as he stared at my breasts. My nipples hardened under his gaze.
“Do something you’ve been holding back from doing,” he said, voice low.
I frowned. Something I’ve been holding back from doing?
The look on his face taunted me to do something daring, and I was never one to back down from a dare. There was one thing I’d been dying to do since the moment he’d taken off his shirt, and now I could do it under the preface of a dare.
Win fucking win.
I scooted to the edge of the table and pushed off, standing in between his legs. He watched me like I was the only person in his world. The hottest, most sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life. It set my insides on fire.
His gaze trailed over every inch of my skin. Slowly. Methodically. Admiringly. With every shred of his focus. A level five earthquake couldn’t shake his focus right now.
My hands moved, gripping his muscular thighs as I lowered myself down to my knees.
His nostrils flared, his body staying as still as a statue.
Anticipation shone in his darkened eyes.
I dragged the moment out a little, letting that anticipation build higher and higher until he started to squirm, eager to find out what the fuck I was going to do.