Chapter 36
NIKOLAI
Song- Dethrone, Bad Omens.
She stared directly at me and didn’t realize it.
She’s going to put up a fight and that shouldn’t make my cock twinge.
Even if I hate her with every fiber of my being, I still want to fuck her.
Or maybe, I want to fuck her quite literally to death.
Perhaps that is the solution.
No. She doesn’t deserve mercy.
She needs to suffer.
Except, whenever I picture the life draining out of her by my hands, a pain shoots through my chest.
What I felt for her was real and I have to accept the fact, Mila, was never mine. She is my enemy and shall be treated as such. It will be my blade through her heart.
As I peer out from the tree line, I can feel the anticipation building as I watch her talking to someone.
Him, I bet. Another one on my hit list.
Jealousy courses through my veins, igniting that spark of hatred.
I’m itching to chop his head clean off his shoulders.
Just as she starts to sprint, I emerge from the shadows and swiftly reach the gates, blocking her path.
Without hesitation, I snatch her up by the throat, feeling the power of my grip as I squeeze.
No pleasure is in this, only pain. She needs to feel what she’s done to me.
With ease, I lift her from her feet and spin her around, feeling the rush of excitement as I press her slender frame against the iron gate.
Despite the relentless barrage of kicks to my gut, I refuse to back down. Rage pulses through every fiber of my body.
As she fights against me, I can feel her resistance, but I only tighten my hold and lean in further.
“Predatelnica. Traitor,” I grit out.
Pulling back, I look into her dark eyes. Pain is all I see.
It’s like looking in a mirror.
And then I feel the sharp sting in my neck. I don’t need to look to know that there is a knife pressed against my artery.
“Fuck you,” She spits out, spraying droplets across my face.
Then she lands a blow straight into my groin with her boot.
I release her and stumble back, watching as she clutches onto her throat. When I swipe my own neck, the warm stickiness of blood stains my fingers.
“I need you to let me go,” she croaks out. “It doesn’t have to end like this.”
Straightening my spine, I hear a satisfying crack as I rotate my jaw to either side and shake my head.
“Not a fucking chance, Mila.”
Her eyes go wide and I can’t hide my smirk.
Gotcha.
Just as she is about to flee, I grab ahold of her arm, forcefully pulling her closer to me. I press her back against me, while my forearm tightens around her throat.
“Who the fuck are you?” I hiss.
“Mila.”
The pain shoots through my hand as her teeth sink into it, and, at the same time, she lands a brutal blow with her elbow directly into my ribs.
It hurts badly enough to make me let go. This time, she runs for her life, directly toward the tree line.
I don’t let her dark hair sway out of my sight.
Just as I catch up to her, she abruptly halts and fixes me with a malevolent gaze. When I reach out, a searing pain shoots through my hand, making me wince.
What the hell did she do to me? She stabbed me with a shard of ice? She recoils in surprise when I remove it, causing warm blood to trickle down my palm.
A growl erupts from my chest.
With my good hand, I reach out to grab her, but she dodges my attempt and lands on the ground with a thud.
The fear in her eyes serves as a motivating force for me.
She scoots back on her ass through the snow. “I can’t die yet, Niki.”
There’s panic in her voice. It’s raw. Like, she’s hiding something painful.
“You’re in the wrong career, Mila. Should have gone into acting.” I grab her by the neck, pulling her up to her feet and flinging her against the sturdy tree trunk.
Her chest rises and falls with each heavy breath as I press the tip of the sharp ice against her skin.
“Last chance before I pierce this through your heart. Who the fuck are you, and who do you work for?”
“If I tell you, I’ll have to kill you.” She tips her chin up defiantly and bites down on her lip. That fire in her eyes is back, tempting me. I won’t be fooled by her again.
Trailing the ice along her collar-bone, even in this freezing temperature, the red spreads up her throat.
“Is that right? How do you plan on doing that? Lie to me until I give up? You do seem very good at that.”
“Trust me, I can kill a man in many ways. You’re lucky I don’t want you to die.”
The venom in her voice has me picturing bending her over and spanking the answer out of her.
As I gaze into her eyes, I can feel a rush of emotions welling up in my chest, causing my heart to race.
I can’t look at her.
I force her around, pushing her cheek against the coarse bark, while firmly knotting my fingers in her hair.
Pressing my body against her back, it’s a big mistake as her ass shoves against me. I retrieve the flip knife from my pocket and press it against her throat hard enough to slice the skin.
“Where are my diamonds?”
She lets out a long sigh. “Just do it. Get it over with. I have my seven minutes. It’s over.”
What the hell is she talking about? This isn’t like her. She isn’t the woman to give up.