Chapter 15
Inever thought that I would be living for the moments where a man sneaks into my house, feeling like I am living underwater. I can’t breathe until he’s there. Nikolai is the only one who has proven to me that he’s going to fight for me. I want to think that if Billy shows up again, Alek will take care of it, but when Nikolai’s here I just feel better. Safe. Protected. He’s like oxygen.
He’s the only reason that I made it through these last few days.
Every night he sneaks into my house and bitches about the fact that he was able to do it. He claims that if the security was good, he wouldn’t be able to. He says it should have been locked down like Fort Knox following Billy’s attack, but he was still managing to sneak in through the kitchen window. I would tell Horus about the blind spot, but I don’t want to lose Nikolai.
Plus it’s hilarious watching that huge man squeezing himself in through that tiny window time after time.
Even more amusing is the drastic contrast between the way he speaks to me when we are anywhere outside of the bedroom and the man that is unleashed when the bedroom door shuts. I swear I’ve never felt anything like it. He’s insatiable and I love every second of it. No matter what he does to me, it makes me feel alive.
I need it.
It’s only been three days, and my addiction to Nikolai’s touch is growing.
And not just because he told me that when he went outside to handle Billy he was gone. Nothing but a bloodstain left on the lawn to mark that he had been there in the first place. Nikolai said he discretely checked in with all the surrounding hospitals and nobody matching Billy’s description had been checked in. Which means that he’s just a big question mark at this point, and I don’t have the mental capacity to investigate right now.
I doubt that Billy will attempt to come after me again if he sees Nikolai with me. That’s not a beating that he’s likely to forget.
The knock on the kitchen window comes at the same time every night. Tonight, I took extra care to be ready and waiting for him. I’m wearing my best pj set. Emerald green satin that makes my eyes pop as my slipper dangles off the tips of my toes. Nikolai slides open the window and I delight in the way he contorts himself and nearly falls right on his face attempting to right himself.
I suppress a laugh, but Nikolai sees it anyway just before he closes and locks the window behind him.
“What’s funny, then?” Nikolai asks with a quirked brow. He knows good and damned well what I’m laughing at, but I’m game to play.
“Oh, nothing.” I say in a syrupy sweet voice. “Just your blunders. That’s all.”
“Blunders, huh?” Nikolai grins and heat courses through my body at the look in his eyes that follows directly after. I uncross my legs and plant both feet on the floor, ready to run. I can’t explain it but it’s like the look in his eyes activates my inner prey reflex. The moment that I do, Nikolai’s whole posture shifts. His shoulders drop and he gives me a look that damned near makes my toes curl.
“Problem with my word choice? Eh, Volkovich?” I tease, ready to make a run for it. It’s not like the house is big enough for these sorts of games to be played properly, but even the prospect of it has me raring and ready to go.
“Not at all.”
He calls my bluff. His muscles flex like he’s going to lunge for me and I erupt in a peal of giggles before taking off toward the couch. Nikolai’s strong arm finds my middle before I even make it three strides. He hauls me back into his chest, holding me just tightly enough to render me immobile but not fully cutting off my breath. Jesus, he”s so strong. I’m thrown off kilter every time I see his effortless power.
“You know,” Nikolai says with his lips against the shell of my ear. Gooseflesh pebbles my skin as arousal builds between my legs. “I never got to properly thank you for everything that you did.”
“What are you talking about?”
“For fighting for me the way you did.” Nikolai answers in his husky, deep voice.
“I was just doing my job.” I answer with a laugh.
“All of it was just work then? Even kissing me?”
I refuse to answer that. My face flames as I start to playfully push at his arms in a weak attempt to make him let me go. I’m perfectly content in his hold, but that’s not the game that we’re playing.
Then he spins me in the span of a blink. One moment I’m in his arms, and the next I’m hauled up and over his shoulder as he walks the two of us toward my bedroom. His hand connects with my ass firm enough to bite into the skin and I yelp at the sudden contact.
I don’t want to say it out loud, but I want him to do it again. I’ve always enjoyed things a little bit rougher in bed. It was part of Nikolai’s original appeal if I’m being honest. Something about the way that he’s manhandling me has me wet already.
“Now are you going to let me thank you properly, or would you prefer this to be a punishment type of evening?” Nikolai says.
I’m sorely, sorely tempted to say punishment.
The darker parts of me are desperate to see what he would come up with.
When I say nothing, he smacks my ass a second time and heads into my bedroom.
“Liz is sleeping!” I giggle as he drops me heavily onto the bed. “You can’t keep making noises like that!”
Nikolai smirks as he pulls his shirt up and over his head. His knee rests on the bed between my thighs before he leans down over me. “Then I guess you’re going to have to figure out a way to be quiet then, aren’t you?”
Nikolai pushes my thighs open with his, I can feel the burn of the movement in my inner thighs as he holds me open. His hands rest on my knees, slowly curving over the bend of my leg and moving toward my hips. The anticipation alone is very likely to kill me right here and now.
“Are you particularly attached to this?” Nikolai asks as he toys with the waist of my satin shorts.
My brow furrows. “I guess not? Why?”
Nikolai’s answering smile is something feral. He traces the stitching of the shorts over my hips until he finds the center seam, running along the fabric slowly. He finds the wetness gathered at my center. I try to arch my hips up into the contact, seeking more friction from him, but a quick and sudden slap to my pussy has me dropping back to the bed. Instinctively, I try to snap my legs closed but his thighs are in the way. My hands go to cover my sex, but Nikolai catches those too and holds them away from my body. He clicks his tongue in chastisement of my actions.
“If you remain still, then you won’t get punished.” Nikolai advises.
But I think that I liked it. I think that I liked it a lot.
“Be still, and let me thank you, baby girl.” Nikolai dips his head as he pushes up the satin of my tank top to expose my stomach. His voice is a rumble of a growl against my skin that’s followed by his lips. Firm, insistent kisses start to travel lower, but he doesn’t pull off my shorts like I expect him to. Even as he kisses the insides of my thighs, letting my wrists go so that he can massage them with his powerful fingers. How the hell does he think that I’m going to be able to stay still through this?
The satin doesn’t provide nearly the friction that I want it to. Nikolai’s tongue is hot as he eats me out through my satin shorts. It’s torture. I want the barrier gone. I want to feel his tongue on my skin. He said this was supposed to be gratitude and he’s making me go insane. No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop writhing under him. My moans of frustration are unanswered. If he doesn’t cut it out, I’m going to grab him by his hair and guide him to exactly where I like it.
That would be something to see, Nikolai manhandled by the likes of me.
Nikolai’s finger traces the wet seam of my shorts - pressing against my core without penetration. I want him inside me so badly I think I might actually cry. Then I hear the distinct ripping of satin, the soaked seam giving way to his fingers tearing the damned thing apart, and then his fingers plunge inside me and it’s so fucking incredible after his teasing that I nearly cum from that alone. I feel like I’m a light breeze away from cumming just from the attention that has been lavished on my clit already. He wasn’t kidding when he said that he wanted to thank me properly.
Two fingers, then three slowly twisting and plunging deeper, stretching me to fit him better and I love it. I love the way it makes me feel. I wasn’t prepared for the sheer size of him until I had him in the shower.
The moment that his fingers slip from inside me I almost cry out in protest, but Nikolai’s strong hands on my hips silences me. He flips me onto my belly like I weigh nothing at all. He lifts my ass up to his face and delves his perfect fucking tongue inside of me. My fists ball up into the bedding as I bury my face into the blankets to keep from crying out his name. I have to be quiet. Yet, he’s doing everything in his damned power to make that goal as hard as fucking possible.
Nikolai tears the shorts from my body, leaving them in pools of scrap fabric, before he palms my ass tightly. I can feel where I’m going to be wearing his handprints on my tanned skin come morning and I love it.
I want more. I want all of him.
It’s like he reads my damned mind. The heat of his mouth leaves my pussy and he lines himself up behind me and buries himself fully inside of me in one swift motion. I swear I forget how to breathe. It’s so much deeper than before. Damned bastard is going to bruise my fucking cervix. I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow.
I would never dream of telling him to stop.
I want to have the imprints of him inside and outside of me.
“Please, please, please.” I breathe in a constant stream. I don’t even know what it is that I’m asking for. I don’t know if he can hear me because of the blankets that I’ve smashed my face into. But Nikolai is a damned giver, and so he does. He gives me exactly what I want. If it weren’t for his hands on my hips holding me in place I very likely would have collapsed. He hits something inside of me that makes me see stars. I can’t think, I can’t breathe.
Everything feels like I’m floating in a warm, blissful pool of pleasure. Nikolai plants a foot on the bed and somehow summons more power. I can hear his own groans of pleasure and I know how close he is. I reach my hand underneath me, my fingers nowhere near as diligent as his as I lazily flick that bundle of nerves, then I reach a little further, twisting in on myself to cup his balls between thrusts - then back to my clit. I only manage a few moments of that before Nikolai’s groan turns feral. He bends forward and his teeth sink into the skin of my back. Spike of pain and a light brush to my clit and I’m done for.
I bite the bedding to keep from screaming as I cum. My orgasm rips through me so strong I lose control of my limbs. My legs start to shudder and spasm. I fold in on myself and my walls clamp down around Nikolai’s cock.
“Fuck! Kate!”
Nikolai losing his composure might be my favorite thing.
I’ll have to remember to tell him that.
As soon as I regain use of my legs. For now, my eyes drift closed as Nikolai slides from me, his cum running hot down my thighs as I sink into the bedding, wholly and utterly boneless.