20. Nikola
NIKOLA
I lost my mind and fucked Skye like some madman, taking her virginity in a restaurant instead of waiting for our wedding night. That should have been all the proof needed that I was no good for her, but fuck it, I couldn’t—wouldn’t—let her go.
One thing was for certain: I wouldn’t let anyone touch, never mind marry, my Skye. It wasn’t a matter of choice but need when it came to this girl. She soothed my anger and made me want to be a better man.
Once I got her cleaned up, I escorted her through the back exit to my Bugatti La Voiture Noire—a birthday gift from Uncle Sasha who would be pleased with my manners but would certainly scold me for putting Skye in such a vulnerable position.
I’d instructed my men to keep the doors cordoned off, but anything could’ve happened, and I still couldn’t believe I’d risked it. You’re a fucking idiot, Nikola .
I shook my head and held the door open, but rather than slide into the passenger seat, she turned to look at me.
“ What about the woman you came with ?” she asked, her eyes narrowed, and I realized my girl was just as jealous as I was.
“I sent her home.”
“ Who is she ?”
I chuckled. “Nobody I’ll ever be seeing again. Now withdraw your claws, and let’s go home.”
Seemingly happy with that answer, she settled inside the car. Her short pink dress hiked up her thighs, and just like that, I was ready to ravage her again. Fuck. What’d come over me? I could usually bank on being bored with women once I fucked them.
But yet again, Skye was becoming the exception.
“ Are you going to stand there and stare all day ?”
I threw my head back in amusement, then circled the car and got behind the wheel. We were out of the heart of the city and speeding down the highway toward the manor in no time.
It was a first for me to lose control to that extent, never mind attacking my own cousin in a pure fit of jealousy.
Yes, I’d made a few men cry that had upset Skye over the years, but I’d never wanted to murder them as much as I had Kostya.
Why? Simply because for the first time ever, I could actually see that Kostya genuinely liked Skye.
Then seeing her smile at him tipped the scale.
Her smiles were mine, her eyes should only be on me, just as mine had been for her.
Fuck, my entire body buzzed with the need to fuck her again.
Jesus, was this what my life would be with this woman? Resisting the need to fuck her every minute of the day?
I flicked a glance her way and caught her eyes, the same insatiable lust trapped in them.
I clenched my teeth and returned my eyes to the road. I had to remember this was all new to her—pulling over and fucking her right here and now wouldn’t be the responsible thing to do.
Until I felt her lean over, her scent overwhelming me, and she licked the pulse point on my neck.
“Fuck,” I groaned and shot across four lanes to take the exit. My tires screeched in protest as I took a sharp right, pulling over in an empty parking lot, right under a weeping willow tree.
I put the car in park, then turned to face her. “You’re asking for trouble, Skye.”
“ Don’t know what you mean. ” She smiled innocently, fluttering her eyelashes, but her blush betrayed her.
“Get over here.”
She didn’t even hesitate to climb over the console and straddle my lap. Her knees spread, each landing on the outer sides of my thighs, and her dress hiked up around her waist, giving me a full view of her bare pussy.
She reached between us and the sound of a zipper filled the small space.
I watched her reach inside my pants, pull me out, then wrap her small hand around my length. I let out a groan.
“Are you going to jerk me off, zayka ?” I asked her, my eyes locked on her awed expression. I usually fucked women tied up or bent over a table, but with Skye it would seem not even intimacy was off-limits.
“ Why didn’t you ask me to teach you how to tie a Windsor knot ?” She didn’t even bother hiding the hurt in her eyes and my chest twisted with the knowledge that I caused it. “ Who did your tie today ?”
I could have lied, but I didn’t want to do that to her.
“I watched a YouTube tutorial for thirty minutes at the slowest speed, and even then, my mother had to fix it,” I admitted.
She smiled softly as I moved my seat back to give her more space.
“I don’t want you to teach me how to tie my tie.
I want you to do it for me. Every day for the rest of our lives. ”
The hurt expression was replaced with a hopeful one, and those hearts I’d grown accustomed to seeing returned to her gaze.
“ Your cock is so big and thick ,” she signed with her free hand, rewarding me with a pump. She shifted herself, her small frame lowering between my thighs, then licked the crown of my cock like it was a lollipop before she took it into her mouth.
She bobbed her head while working her soft hand over me, and I was about to come right then and there.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her up.
“ What’s wrong ?” she mouthed, licking her lips hungrily. I watched her through a hooded gaze, her expression fascinating me. It was irrational, but I wanted to stretch this moment forever. “ You didn’t like it ?”
I let out a sardonic breath. “I liked it way too much.” Wiping at the side of her mouth, I added, “Now, jerk me off.”
She did, and the sight of it was too damn erotic. For the first time, I wanted to give a woman free rein to have her way with me. No, not a woman, but this woman, my woman… my Skye.
But there was no fucking way I’d come without giving her pleasure first.
My big hand wrapped around her small one, and I slowed her pumps.
“Slow down, zayka .” I tightened my grip. “I don’t want to get off before you.”
She lifted herself to straddle me, her drenched pussy brushing my throbbing cock.
“Fuck, not helping,” I grunted while her body shuddered.
“ I’m going to jerk you off my way. ”
Blyat , who would’ve thought she had this side to her. Her gaze met mine, the silence in the car broken by her breathy moans, my grunts, and the low tunes from my jazz playlist coming through the car speakers.
My heart thundered under my rib cage and fire burned in my veins. I wanted nothing more than to ram into her and fuck her into oblivion, but I’d let her do this her way. I’d already pushed her hard enough today.
“Okay, zayka . Do whatever you want to me,” I said and signed simultaneously after releasing my grip around her hand that was still rubbing up and down my shaft. The tension and need for release steamed off our bodies. “But I’m going to touch you too.”
A whimper escaped her before her tongue swept over her lower lip and she bit into it. I grabbed her nape and pulled her in for a hard kiss.
“Don’t fucking hide your noises from me.” I broke our kiss, signing erratically. “Understood?”
I could feel her pussy clenching around the tip of my cock and she nodded slowly.
The moment my finger brushed against her clit, a loud moan vibrated between us.
“Nikola.” Fuck, how I loved hearing my name on her lips. A breathless, needy whisper as I fingered her. I couldn’t believe she’d denied me her voice for all these years.
She was sliding her soaked pussy against my cock, making me groan. I wanted to grab her hips and sink into her, filling her to the hilt.
“Fuck, Skye, you’re close, aren’t you? So wet.” I brought my drenched fingers to her lips and she sucked them clean.
She kept pumping my shaft and I continued fingering her, our grunts and moans coming in tandem with our desperate need for release.
I strummed at her clit, faster and harder, purposely brushing the tip of my shaft against her entrance.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Pressure built higher and higher and I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply while whispering her name and every obscene Russian word I could think of that promised things I had no business doing.
“Nikola—”
I shifted back to look at her. “What do you need?”
“ Please ,” she mouthed.
Her eyes lowered to where my glistening shaft was pressed against her. I brought my hands to her hips and her gaze returned to mine.
“Want to fuck me, baby?”
She nodded, and I didn’t need any more confirmation. I slammed her down onto my rock-hard cock, and just like that, we both exploded. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her clenching pussy strangling my cock as my cum spurted inside her.
Her hips rocked against my pelvis, milking me for all I had.
Her forehead came to rest against mine, and I wrapped my arms around her protectively, listening to her breathing as we floated back down to earth. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed, and she smelled like me.
And I knew, without a doubt, that Skye Leone had ruined me for anyone else.
I reached behind me where I knew I had a clean shirt, then wiped us both clean. I balled it up and threw it onto the floor in the back seat, turning to meet Skye’s gaze.
“We should have probably talked about protection,” I started, rubbing the back of my neck.
“ I have an IUD. And I’m clean. ”
“I’m clean too,” I assured her quickly. It was a benefit—or curse, some might say—of having a mother who was a doctor. She instilled that shit into me before my thirteenth birthday.
“ I’m not going to share you ,” she signed with a determined expression. “ If we’re doing this, we’re doing it exclusively. ”
I smiled. “You read my mind, zayka .”
Back at my parents’ house, I walked Skye to her bedroom, then returned to my own, where I showered, put on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, then proceeded to pace around until the crack of dawn.
Needing to burn off whatever this odd energy was, I made my way into the gym. I fought a yawn as I pulled open the door, startling when I saw my uncle setting his program on the treadmill.
“Two days in a row with a shirt on,” was Sasha’s greeting as he started his workout. “I’m impressed.”
“It’s Skye’s doing,” I answered. His brows met his hairline, but he didn’t comment. “Is Branka still asleep?”
He shrugged, lifting his eyes up to the ceiling like he was saying a prayer. “Still shopping Black Friday deals with Tatiana and Isabella.”
“Ah.”
“I wish they would move away from that damn tradition.”
“You’re just jealous that someone else is spending time with your wife.”
“Damn straight.” That was the thing about Uncle Sasha. He didn’t even try to hide his crazy obsessive ways. And neither would I.
I stepped on the treadmill beside him and we ran for the next twenty minutes before calling it.
I reached for the towel, swiping at my forehead before throwing it into the basket by the water cooler.
I gave it about ten seconds of thought before turning to my uncle who was stretching an arm over his chest.
“What if I were to marry Skye?”
His movements paused mid-air before he gave me his swift reply: “No.”
“Why not?” I challenged. “I can keep her safe, and she’s already part of this family. Are you honestly prepared to tell me you’d rather let a Marchetti have her?”
He remained quiet for several minutes, moving around the gym aimlessly—pulling weights off the barbell only to restack it. Finally, he sat down and threw a stick of gum into his mouth. Fuck, that was never a good sign.
He sprawled himself on the padded gym floor, staring at the ceiling like it had all the answers.
“When did you become so selfless, Nikola?”
“I’m just looking out for a fellow Nikolaev,” I grumbled. “Besides, her connection to Dante Leone is crucial to our family and its business dealings.”
“Hmmm.”
“Honestly, I’m surprised you’re okay with giving her away to a fucking Marchetti.
” Offense was the best defense, right? “They’ve made a strategic alliance with the DiMauros by arranging the marriage between Penelope and the eldest Marchetti son.
And now, if they get a Leone, the Marchettis would pretty much own Italy. They’d be the Omertà’s ruling family.”
“And what does that have to do with Skye?” he drawled lazily. Dangerously.
“She’s—” Mine , I wanted to growl, but stopped myself at the last second. “Ours. She’s a Nikolaev. Always has been and always will be.”
He jumped to his feet, his eyes boring into me.
“That’s right. She’ll always be a Nikolaev—her last name doesn’t change that.
However, Nikola—” He got into my face, but I held my own.
Uncle terrified most people, but not me.
“You and your tendencies for violence, along with your… extracurriculars… would destroy her. And that is the reason she’ll never marry you. ”
He stalked toward the exit, but his hand paused on the door handle as he turned around and met my gaze. “Don’t let me fucking hear you touched her, Nikola. Or you and I will have a problem.”
“Too fucking late,” I muttered under my breath.
Because I had done a lot more than just touch Skye Leone.