25. Nikolai
NIKOLAI
“ A re you sure you’re okay with this, mishka ?” I ask quietly as I carry her toward the staircase. She glances at Romi, who is watching on in concern.
“Yes,” she replies, and I suspect this emotional state has more to do with something other than her friends’ secrets.
I suspect the trigger was receiving that letter with the pictures of her ex-fiancé, who I would give anything to fucking kill if I weren’t so preoccupied with worry over Sienna.
I pause at the bottom of the stairs, waiting until the elevator doors close behind our uninvited guests.
“Make sure we have no visitors for the rest of the day,” I order Andrei, who nods. That’s when I catch Agata’s gaze. She watches me with a knowing glint in her eye, further exposing my attachment to the woman in my arms .
Sienna was tasked to me by chance—unfortunate, really—and now I’ve become consumed by balancing on a fine line between ensuring her safety and taking this opportunity to get closer to Dmitri Volkov.
I might not make it out of this alive to do either, but I can’t seem to ignore this persistent and unimaginable burning desire to stay by her side.
Fuck, what has happened to me?
“You can put me down, Nikolai. I can walk,” she says, but I ignore her as I continue carrying her to her bedroom and then close the door behind us.
The room is very Sienna. Chic and polished in some ways, with bursts of colors in the art and very pink duvet cover.
“Are you okay?” I ask, walking her over to her bed.
She releases a shaky breath. “Embarrassed mostly.”
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You trusted your friends, and they weren’t forthcoming.”
“But I haven’t been either. We all have our secrets, right?” she says.
I nip at the edge of her ear. “Tell me then, mishka . What other secrets do you harbor that I don’t know about?” I demand as I gently place her down at the edge of the bed and then crouch in front of her, my hands loosely hanging between my knees.
She looks down at me, and I see the flicker of something she’s quick to hide. Then her hand slowly reaches out for my collared shirt, and she pulls me in to kiss me .
I’m caught off guard. I’ve been executing massive amounts of restraint not to cross this line since we left Croatia.
Downstairs, I broke that restraint against my better judgment, and now there’s definitely no going back. If she’ll have me, I’ll give in to my every depraved need and desire for her.
Her kiss is demanding as she pulls me on top of her. She bites down on my bottom lip, and my cock jumps. I grab her by her thighs and then hoist her farther up the bed, like the rag doll she is.
Her body bounces as a little giggle escapes her.
“You’re playing a very dangerous game, mishka ,” I berate as I unbutton my shirt.
She kneels, pulling her loose sundress over her head to reveal that she’s wearing nothing beneath.
A guttural noise escapes my throat. Had I known earlier that she was bare under her dress, I wouldn’t have been so accommodating to guests looking at her twice.
She crawls to me, her hand going for my belt.
And when my cock springs free, she wraps her lips around it, like she’s been starved of my taste.
Fuck me . I tilt my head back, looking up to the ceiling.
This woman and her lips. I know she’s using me to forget, but I’m a man eager to take the scraps she’s willing to give.
Oh, fuck me. Too good. She’s too good. I grab her by the chin, wanting to claim every inch of her and have her screaming my name. I need it like I need my next breath.
After seeing her battered, bruised, and frightened when she escaped the manor, I told myself I had no right to touch her again. And I still don’t. But if she’ll use me for her own greedy needs, I’ll happily serve.
“Are you sure, mishka ? This is your choice, not as my captive. We’re in your home, in a city full of your friends and family. Are you sure you want someone like me, breaking you from the inside?”
Then she speaks to me in Russian, and I almost explode onto her stomach then and there. Her pronunciation is clumsy at best, but it’s the sexiest thing she’s ever said.
“Shut up and fuck me, Udav .”
I hook my arm under her leg and shove her onto her back, pinning her by the throat. Her breath hitches, and she smiles as I force her into place. Her blonde curls sprawl around her, and my cock twitches at the sight of this woman who has a heart of fire.
She’s not frightened of me, though she should be. Instead, her hand skates over the tattoos on my arms, as if accepting all of me. And I can’t fucking stand it, the power she holds over me.
I crawl off the bed, kicking off my shoes and stepping out of my pants as I command, “Spread your legs and touch yourself.”
She’s shy at first but does as she’s told, opening her legs, and her breath hitches as I begin to stroke myself. Here in this penthouse, where we’re seemingly on top of the world in a city I don’t belong in.
And it’s becoming more and more evident to me that the only place I want to be is wherever she is.
“Say it again,” I demand.
“What?”
“What you want from me, in my native tongue.”
She smiles lazily, and the tears that were there only a moment ago are now gone. But I plan on making her scream and cry in other ways.
“Does it get you off, Udav ?”
I squeeze the base of my cock, far too excited by the way my deadly nickname rolls off her tongue.
My knees drop to the edge of the bed, and I lean over her as I carefully cup her chin in my hand. “The only thing I don’t like about it is that it wasn’t me who taught you how to speak my mother tongue.”
“Then teach me some other words.” She raises a suggestive brow.
“Oh, mishka . You won’t remember any words, not even your own fucking name, once I’m done with you. Your throat will be too hoarse from sucking my cock and screaming in pleasure to speak anyway,” I say as I rub the head of my dick in the juices at her entrance.
As she opens her mouth to respond, I stuff my fingers between her lips, and she bites down hard. I shove my cock inside her cunt, all the way to the hilt, and she hitches in a tormented breath, tensing as I stretch her .
Her body is so perfectly built for mine—long legs and torso yet still so small compared to me—her tight pussy knowing exactly how to milk my cock.
She bites down harder on my fingers, drawing blood, and I smirk as I pull out and thrust back into her, forcing her back to arch off the mattress. I hold her in place as I pound into her, my muscles straining and her tits bouncing as she moans and licks my fingers.
I remove my hand so I can hear her harsh, primal pants. But it’s not enough. I pull out of her, then flip her onto her stomach. She squeals as I pull her up so her ass is in the air.
I suck on my thumb, then press it into her ass, and she squirms. “You like it, don’t you, mishka ? The anticipation of how I’m going to fill you.”
“Just put your cock inside me, Nikolai,” she pleads desperately, and I love the way she begs when on all fours.
I thrust my cock into her cunt, and at this angle, she buckles forward with a scream, her chest dropping to the mattress, as if her arms don’t have the strength to hold her up.
“Oh fuck … this angle is…” she pants.
I pull out and shove back into her, eliciting another scream. Her head presses against the pillow as she whimpers in pure pleasure.
Fucking perfect and mine to ruin.
I slam into her, again and again, the slapping of our bodies sounding in the room as her screams become wilder, and something within me becomes more exposed.
The truth. The absolute certainty that Sienna is mine.
And I have no fucking idea what to do with that, other than continue on this suicide mission.
Her pussy begins to tighten around my cock, and I know she’s close. This beautiful fucking woman is opening up to me in unimaginable ways.
My cock twitches as I dominate her, and as I slide back in, she cries out with my name on her lips. I spill into her, gritting my teeth as I pump her full of everything I am.
Her legs shake as her pussy milks my cock, her own high meeting mine as I slowly rock into her, not wanting one drop to go to waste.
I slide my hand down her back in a feather-light caress, comparing the purity of her skin against my tatted and scarred arm.
I’m the worst thing for her. But as of now, I’ve decided she’s mine to keep.
But above my own selfish demands, is the need to get her out of this fucked-up situation safely.