13. Nikolai
13
NIKOLAI
T he door clicks shut behind my brothers, leaving Sofia and me alone in her gallery. The tension that’s been building all evening crackles between us. Her breathing is rapid as I stalk her, my control finally snapping.
“I’ve waited long enough.” My voice is rough as I back her against the wall. “Haven’t I been patient, malishka ?”
She licks her lips. “Nikolai?—”
Before she can finish, my lips descend over hers, swallowing her gasp. She tastes like the wine we barely touched, sweet and intoxicating. My hands sweep down her sides to capture her hips, molding her against me.
She moans into the kiss, clutching my shirt. When I pull back, her eyes are heavy-lidded, pupils blown wide with desire.
“Say no.” I drag my lips down her throat. “Tell me this isn’t what you want.”
Instead of answering, her back arches, and she tilts her head to give me better access.
“That’s what I thought.” I bite down on the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder, marking her. “Such a good girl for Daddy.”
Her whimper shoots straight to my groin. I slide one hand into her hair, gripping hard enough to make her gasp.
“I had plans,” I murmur against her skin. “Wanted to do this right. Take you to dinner first, court you properly.” My other hand slips under her skirt, finding bare skin. “But I’m done waiting.”
“Please,” she breathes, grinding against my hand.
“Please, what?” I pull back enough to watch her face. “Use your words, malishka . Tell me what you need.”
Her eyes meet mine with that steel I love. “You. I need you.”
That’s all it takes for my remaining control to shatter.
My hands tear at her clothes with barely contained violence, needing to feel her skin against mine. The silk of her dress parts with a satisfying rip. Her gasp of surprise turns into a moan as I trail kisses down her exposed chest.
“Look how responsive you are.” I cup her breasts through the delicate lace of her bra. “So perfect.”
Her fingers fumble with my shirt buttons. I catch her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head.
“No, malishka. Let me worship you first.”
I unzip her dress with my free hand, letting it pool at her feet. The matching set of black lace makes my mouth water. She stands before me in nothing but lingerie, skin flushed and glowing in the gallery’s dim lighting.
“Beautiful.” I release her hands to unhook her bra, revealing her perfect breasts. “I knew you’d be exquisite.”
Her head falls back against the wall as I take one peaked nipple into my mouth. My teeth graze the sensitive bud, drawing a sharp cry from her throat. My hand slides down her stomach to cup her through damp lace.
“Already so wet for me.” I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” she gasps as I slowly drag the lace down her thighs. “Only you, Daddy.”
I drop to my knees before her, lifting one leg over my shoulder. The scent of her arousal makes my mouth water. I press a kiss to her inner thigh, making her tremble.
“That’s right, malishka . Mine.”
My tongue finds her center, and she cries out, fingers tangling in my hair. The taste of her drives me wild, sweeter than I imagined. I devour her like a starving man, drinking in every moan and whimper.
Her thighs begin to shake as I work her closer to the edge. I slip two fingers inside her tight heat, curling them just right while my tongue circles her clit.
“Come for me,” I growl. “Let me taste all of you.”
Her thighs clamp tight around my head, and her cries fill the gallery as she comes. The sweet pulse of her orgasm against my tongue sends a primal thrill through me. I lap at her slowly, milking every last drop of pleasure from her sensitive body.
Satisfied, I stand, seizing her mouth in another kiss. She sags against me, boneless, her breath coming in short gasps. My hands glide down her back to cup her ass, lifting her against my straining erection.
“I want you,” she whispers against my lips.
“I know, malishka .” The need to claim her has me trembling with restraint. “Soon.”
I slide one hand between us, stroking myself as I nuzzle her throat. “But I’m not finished tasting you yet.”
My fingers find her sensitive core again, slipping inside her with ease. She’s so wet, so ready for me. Her eyes flutter closed as I work her toward another peak, her soft moans of pleasure filling the room.
But something’s missing. I want more.
I want to hear her cry my name. I want to brand myself on her skin so deeply that she can’t ever forget me.
My thumb finds her entrance, joining my fingers. Her eyes snap open, pupils dilated with desire as I stretch her, preparing her for what’s to come.
“That’s it, baby. Take it all.”
She claws at my arms, her breathing harsh. “More, Daddy. Please.”
My thumb brushes that spot inside her, the one that has her crying out. “This what you want, malishka ? Do you need Daddy to take care of you?”
“Yes!”
I curl my fingers just right, and she shatters, crying out my name. The sound goes straight to my cock, making me throb with need.
“That’s it,” I growl, pulling her tighter against me. “Come all over Daddy’s hand.”
Her keening wail shatters the last of my restraint.
With a growl, I spin her around, pressing her against the wall. I yank her lace panties down her thighs, bending her forward.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as I position myself at her entrance. With one smooth thrust, I’m buried deep inside her. She’s so tight, hotter than I imagined.
“Nikolai!” She braces herself against the wall, head thrown back. “Oh God, it’s been so long.”
I grab a handful of her hair, angling her head back.
“No one touches what’s mine.” I pull out slowly, then thrust hard, claiming her fully. “Only me, malishka . Only Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy!” She pushes back against me, meeting my thrusts with abandon. “Harder. Take me harder.”
Her words urge me on, the primal need to claim and protect my woman taking over. I grip her hips, slamming into her with all the force of my desire. The smack of our bodies resonates through the gallery, mingling with her cries of pleasure. My control is gone, surrendered to the need to mark her as mine.
“That’s it, baby, take it.” I pull out almost all the way, then thrust deep, hitting that spot that has her crying my name. “This what you needed, malishka ? Wanted my cock deep inside you?”
“Yes, Daddy, please!” She pushes back, meeting my savage rhythm. “Harder. I can take it.”
She wants to play with fire, and I’m happy to oblige. I lean over her, one hand on the wall beside her head, the other gripping her hip. My breath fans her neck, my lips brushing her ear.
“Such a good girl.” I bite her earlobe, then whisper, “Take Daddy’s cock like the sweet slut you are.”
She whimpers, her walls clenching around me. “I’m your slut, Daddy. Only yours.”
My body responds instantly, my cock swelling within her. I thrust harder, my own release building. Her body is made for me, her heat drawing me in like a siren’s song. I could worship at this altar forever, drowning in her.
But not yet. I want her falling apart, boneless and shaking, before I let myself find release.
“You like it rough, don’t you, malishka ?” I tug her hair, forcing her head back to expose the delicate line of her throat. “Want Daddy to mark you?”
“Please.” She arches her back, offering her neck. “Mark me, Daddy. Claim me.”
Gripping her hip hard enough to leave bruises, I slam into her, finding that spot again and again. She’s so tight, milking my cock, and I know I won’t last much longer. The knowledge that she affects me this way that I’m losing control, only fuels my desire.
“Mine,” I growl, nipping at her throat. “All mine, baby.”
Her fingers dig into her palms, back bowing as she gasps my name. Her walls flutter around me, her orgasm ripping a primal groan from my throat. I bury myself inside her, marking her as only I can.
“That’s it, malishka . Come all over Daddy’s cock.”
Her cries echo off the walls. I feel her slick heat pulsing around me, milking my release. With a low growl, I surrender to the pleasure, spilling myself into her.
Sated, I lean against her, nuzzling her neck. She turns her head, capturing my mouth in a soft, languid kiss. Her taste is still on my lips, the sweet tang of her desire.
“I could get used to this,” she murmurs against my mouth, smiling.
I chuckle. “Get used to it, malishka . You’re mine now.”
I withdraw and turn her to face me, my hands cupping her face. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes bright with lingering pleasure. The sight of her disheveled and marked by my hands with her lips swollen from our kisses stirs something deep in my chest.
I brush her bottom lip before my mouth descends on hers, taking what’s mine. This kiss differs from the others—slower, deeper, and filled with promises of more. The sensation of her hands ascending my chest, finally burying themselves in my hair, draws a growl from me.
I pour everything I can’t say into the kiss, but her soft sigh tells me she understands.
When she breaks contact, her lips are curved in a content smile. I rest my forehead against hers, breathing her in.
“Open your eyes, malishka ,” I murmur. “Look at me.”
Those golden-green eyes flutter open, meeting mine. The trust I see there nearly brings me to my knees. Especially as I’m the last man she should trust. I’ve infiltrated her life and privacy without her knowledge because she’s burrowed so deep under my skin that I can’t get her out.