Chapter 29
NIKOLAI
Ifound myself climbing the stairs to my bedroom on autopilot.
Adrik was in my office with the Battaglias, going over defensive positions and weapon inventories. Alexei was coordinating perimeter sweeps. Everything was running as smoothly as it could, given the fact that we had an army about to crash through our gates.
And yet, my feet carried me away from the planning, away from the strategy, straight to where I’d sent her off to.
It’s a good thing I’d dismissed her to be focused.
How hard had that shit backfired?
The bedroom door was unlocked. I’d given her free rein of the house after she’d convinced her brothers to help us, and especially after she’d chosen me in front of everyone.
Adrianne sat on my bed, her knees pulled to her chest, wearing one of my hoodies. Smart woman. When she saw me, no blood on my white shirt, relief flickered across her face.
“Shouldn’t you be downstairs plotting your father’s demise?” She asked.
“I needed a break.” I closed the door behind me, locking it. “From playing nice with Italians who want me dead.”
“They don’t want you dead anymore.”
“They want me dead,” I corrected. “They’re just willing to wait until after we survive tonight.”
She didn’t argue because we both knew it was true.
I stalked towards the bed, needing my fill of her if I was expected to spend the night either waiting to be attacked or planning the counter with the enemy.
A low rumble broke the silence, long and needy.
Adrianne immediately pressed a hand to her stomach, her cheeks flushing beet red. “Sorry.”
“When was the last time you ate?”
“Before the ball. Hours ago.”
I stared at her. “You haven’t eaten since this afternoon? There was food at the ball.”
“I’ve been a little busy.” She gestured in mockery. “Being too jealous to eat. Convincing my brothers not to kill you. Watching you kill a man. The usual”
“Get up.”
Adrianne looked at me warily. “Why?”
“Because I’m not having you collapse from hunger in the middle of a siege. Get up, Adrianne.”
She stood slowly, and I grabbed her hand, pulling her toward the door.
“Where are we going? I don’t have pants on.”
“Where the food is, Einstein. Kitchen. Everyone’s in my office on the other side of the house. It’ll be empty.”
I led her down the stairs, and despite the tension in the house, breathing like a living fucking being, everyone on edge, waiting for Vladimir’s forces to strike, all I could think of was her.
The kitchen was empty when we got there, exactly as I’d expected, the staff was fast asleep by now, and everyone who wasn’t was either patrolling the grounds or planning our next steps. I flipped on the lights and guided her to the island counter.
With predatory calmness, I cornered her against it until her ass hit the granite.
“What are you doing?” She asked, her face tilted up to look into my eyes.
“Pulling out your chair.” Without warning, I picked her up and sat her on the counter. Not even like this did she meet my height.
“That’s barbaric,” She teased, the smile on her lips illuminating her whole face.
“Glad you’re catching on.” I placed a kiss on her nose before turning towards the fridge, scanning the contents.
“Any allergies I should know about?”
“Just cashews.”
I pulled out milk, then opened the pantry. My eyes landed on a package of chocolate chip cookies.
“These work?”
Adrianne nodded, and I grabbed them, bringing everything over to where she sat.
I poured a glass of milk, then opened the package of cookies. Her eyes tracked my movements, confusion written across her face.
I took one cookie out and held it up to her lips. Her hand came to grab it from me, but I pulled back.
“Nah-ah. Open.”
“I can feed myself.”
“I know you can, but I don’t want you to. Open.”
“This again?”
I let my hand fall to the side, my face coming just an inch away from hers while the other one buried in her hair, fisting it tightly to get her full attention, “Do you have any idea how fucking hard I was after feeding you in that tunnel? How much control I had to exercise not to fuck you then? Those little sounds you made as you ate, satisfied, as you wrapped these lips around my fingers and sucked. Those were worse than grenades, Babochka. I want them again, but this time I won’t be holding back. ”
Adrianne swallowed hard, her thighs tightening around my legs as I spoke.
“Open up, Baby.”
She licked her lips before parting them ever so slightly. I slid the cookie between them, watching as she bit down. The sound she made, soft and content, went straight to my cock, just as I knew it would.
I took a bite out of it myself, leaving a smaller piece between my fingers, feeding it to her. Adrianne’s lips wrapped around my fingers, and I groaned at the imagery.
I pulled my hand back, but some chocolate had melted on my fingers. “Suck.”
My good girl did exactly as she was told, and fuck me if that wasn’t so much worse than the alternative. The way her tongue swept across my fingers, the pressure of the suction, her pretty mouth pouted as she sucked the chocolate off my skin was erotic as fuck.
When she was done, I brought them to my mouth, licking them again, my eyes never leaving hers.
Her pupils dilated while her hips shifted on the counter.
“Again,” I ordered.
This time, when I held the cookie to her lips, she took a bigger bite. My greedy girl.
I fed her slowly, enjoying it too damn much.
She didn’t hide those small noises as she ate. Little hums of satisfaction that made me want to hear what other sounds I could pull from her.
“Is this your thing?” she asked after swallowing another bite. “Hand feeding women?”
“No.”
“No?”
“I’ve never been with a woman long enough to care if she’s eaten.” I brought another piece to her lips. “Never wanted to. Never cared enough.”
“Then why?”
“Because the thought of you hungry pisses me off.” I wiped a crumb from her bottom lip with my thumb. “Because taking care of you feels right.”
When she finished the last cookie, I caught the final crumb on my thumb and brought it to my mouth, licking it clean and watching her breath hitch.
“My turn,” I said.
“Your turn for what?”
I gripped her thighs, yanking her forward until her ass was at the edge of the counter, the hoodie riding all the way up.
“Nikolai!”
“Lift your hips.”
“We shouldn’t. Not here.”
“Lift. Your. Hips.” I demanded.
She did, and I found the lace of her underwear, pulling it down her legs. The scrap of fabric was damp already, and I couldn’t fucking help myself. Like a madman, I bunched it in my fist and brought it to my nose, inhaling deeply.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Addy! You smell so damn good that now I’m the starving one.” Taking one more sniff, I closed my eyes, delighting in her scent, and I couldn’t wait to taste her.
“Open that dirty mouth.” Adrianne looked at me, bewildered, “Open your mouth, Addy. You don’t want everyone in this house listening to what I’m about to do to you, now do you?”
Slowly, she shook her head, unsure, and when she didn’t do as I said, I grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at me.
“I know by now that you like it raw and rough, even if you haven’t clocked in on that information, but don’t make me force these panties into your mouth.
Open up like the good girl you want to be. ”
Finally, she did, and I stuffed her pretty mouth with her damp underwear before spreading her thighs further, kneeling between them. She was bare before me, exposed on my kitchen counter, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“So fucking pretty. Look at how this pussy glistens for me.”
“What are you doing?” She asked, her words muffled and eyes already hooded while her words came out muffled by the fabric.
“Eating.” I gripped her thighs, holding them open. “Now be a good girl, and let me have my cookie.”
I didn’t give her time to protest. Just lowered my mouth to her pussy and licked.
She gasped, her hands flying to my hair.
Fuck, she tasted perfect. Sweet and wet and so fucking mine. I licked again, slower this time, savoring every inch of her.
“Nik,” she moaned, her hips bucking, the underwear doing nothing to muffle her sounds, and still, I didn’t give a fuck.
I held her down, my hands gripping her thighs hard enough to leave marks. My tongue found her clit, circling it slowly before sucking it between my lips.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered.
I worked her with my mouth, alternating between long, slow licks and quick flicks of my tongue. Her moans filled the kitchen, bouncing off every surface and landing on my dick like a tease.
“Please,” She begged. “Please, I need you.”
Suddenly, the door swung open.
“Jesus Christ.” Jimmy’s voice cut through the space, and I couldn’t help the smile that spread my lips.
I can only imagine the fucking gut-punch, walking in on her like this, panties in her mouth, back arched in pleasure, moans slipping from her lips while I ate her until she couldn’t bear it anymore.
“Nikolai, stop,” Adrianne whispered urgently after spitting her panties out, her hands pushing at my head.
I latched onto her clit harder, refusing to let go. My eyes met Jimmy’s over her trembling thighs.
Every muscle in my body tensed with the urge to reach for my gun. To put a bullet between his eyes for daring to look at her like this. For seeing her exposed, vulnerable, mine. But at the same time, glorious was the victory I felt as I noticed the defeat in those stupid eyes.
Arrivederci, Italiano!
“Get. The fuck. Out.” Each word was a growl against her pussy. “Can’t you see you’re interrupting my meal?”
“I was just–” Jimmy’s face was red, his eyes trying to look anywhere but at Adrianne, but they couldn’t leave her for long. I couldn’t even blame him. She was mesmerizing like that.
“If you were looking for Addy, you’ve found her.” I pulled back just enough to speak clearly, my hand still gripping her thighs possessively. “Occupied. On my counter. With my mouth on her. So, unless you want to join Viktor on the floor downstairs, I suggest you leave. Now.”
“Nikolai, please,” Adrianne whispered, mortified.
The dumb fuck just stood there, eyes locked on my girl.
I pulled out my gun, latched back onto Adrianne’s clit, and aimed towards the door, shooting at him without looking.
“Jesus fuck!” He shouted, probably ducking for cover, but soon, the door shut, and I didn’t care enough to look.
“I can’t believe that just happened, that you just shot at him. You promised.” Adrianne breathed, her face burning. But the way I sucked harder on her clit had those thoughts scattering just as fast as those bullets ricocheted against the tiles.
My tongue worked her clit with renewed intensity. She was close before Jimmy interrupted, and I was going to finish what I started, so help me God.
“Wait, I can’t. Not after… Oh, fuck!”
“You can.” I looked up at her, my eyes dark with possession and barely leashed violence. “And you fucking will. Because I don’t care who sees, who knows, who walks in. You’re mine. And I’m going to make you come on my tongue until you can’t remember that bastard’s name.”
“Nik!” She moaned as I bit down slowly on her clit, pushing two fingers into her.
“Say my name again.” I took the panties out with my free hand, tossing them behind me before pushing her back flat against the counter, “Louder. So everyone in this house knows who’s eating this pussy.”
I redoubled my efforts, my tongue circling her clit in tight, relentless circles while my fingers curled inside of her, stroking that spot that made her hips lift from the counter. She was trembling, fighting it, but I wasn’t going to let her hold back.
“Come for me,” I ordered against her skin. “Come all over my face, and show me who you belong to.”
“Nikolai!” She shattered, her back arching off the counter as she came. Her thighs clamped around my head, holding me in place as I licked her through it, her hand in my hair, pulling and pushing as I tasted every pulse of her orgasm.
When she finally relaxed, going limp against the granite, I pulled back. My face was wet with her, and I wore her pleasure with pride.
“Jimmy just saw us,” She started, mortified, her hands covering her blushed face.
“Good.” I pulled her hoodie down, my movements possessive. “At least now he gets the full fucking picture. No more doubts. No more thinking he can take you from me.”
“You’re jealous.”
“Damn right, I am.” I helped her down from the counter, steadying her when her legs wobbled. “That bastard looks at you like he has rights. Like he’s the one who owns you, as if getting to know you first gives him dibs. I don’t care how long the line is, Addy, I’ll fucking kill them all.”
“He’s my friend.”
“He wants to be more than that.” I gripped her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. “And that’s never going to happen. Understood?”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“I’m being honest.” I kissed her hard, making sure she could taste herself on my lips. “There’s a difference.”
She laughed, despite herself, the sound surprised and genuine. “You’re insane.”
“About you? Absolutely.” I led her toward the door. “Now let’s get back before your brothers decide Jimmy’s embarrassment is worth starting a war over.”
“They’re going to know what we were doing.”
“Good. They should know. Everyone should know that you’re exactly where you belong.”
As we walked back through the corridors, her hand in mine, I couldn’t help the satisfaction that coursed through me.
Jimmy had seen her with me, being claimed and moaning my fucking name. If that didn’t tell him exactly who she belonged to, then the fucker had no brain matter.
And if, by some miracle, he was struck by a moment of brilliance, he’d remember that the next time he looked at her with anything more than professional concern, that bullet won’t be carved into my kitchen wall.
Because I wasn’t above adding another body to the count tonight.
Friend or foe.