35. Nikolai
NIKOLAI
“ W hat I know is I want you—more than I think I’ve wanted anything else.”
Those words are permanently etched into my brain. I’ve always been selfish, but this is the first time I’ve wished it weren’t the case. That I could restrain myself from marking and claiming her in the only way I know how.
To brand her, to ruin her for every man afterward so it’s only ever my name that’s on her lips.
She’s become my ruin, and I’m the fool for losing to her, but I never stood a fucking chance.
Her hungry, desperate kisses reopen the cut on my lip, but she doesn’t seem to care about the coppery taste as her nails rake down the side of my neck, bringing every part of me to life.
Sienna will never know how much she’s made me shed a skin of my own. I thought I was long past caring for anyone or anything. But it all comes back to her. And it makes me want to punish her because of it.
I throw her onto the bed, and she bounces with a giggle as I kick off my shoes, step out of my pants, and peel off my shirt.
“All night, you’ve been wearing this dress I specifically told you not to wear,” I growl, and she bites her bottom lip. As I climb onto the bed, she lifts her foot and presses her high-heeled shoe against my chest, the point of it directly above my heart.
I smirk as I undo the straps, and she continues to bite away at that bottom lip.
I’m certain the only reason I survived tonight is because of her.
Had I not grown an attachment to her, I would’ve been just as reckless as I have been in the past. But the thought of the pain I would bring her, leaving her in such a graphic way she would never forgive me for, had me curbing my usual bloodlust.
I undo the second heel.
This woman compels me in ways I can’t fathom, and every day I spend with her, I discover that act of rebellion within her, calling to my own depravities.
I throw the second heel to the floor.
She gasps. “Those are Gucci.”
“I’ll buy you one hundred more that all look the fucking same,” I say as I grab her chin. “What is it that you want me to do to you, mishka ?”
Her eyes look as deep as the ocean, coming to life just as the wave hits the shore and breaks. “I want to experience something different tonight.”
I immediately flip her onto her stomach and raise her hips so her ass meets my cock. I go feral when I notice she’s not wearing any underwear beneath her dress. I slap her ass. Hard. Forcing her to buck. “You’re getting cocky, mishka .”
She looks over at me, her golden hair spilling over her shoulder. “I suspect you like it.”
I look forward to a time I can fuck her wherever I please, that it won’t only be in the boring confines of her bedroom. But before that, I have to deal with The Wolf. Because I will do everything within my power to return to my woman.
I suck on my thumb, then slowly press it into her ass, and she writhes under my grip. “You want something new tonight, mishka ? How about I fill this ass of yours to the rim with my cum?”
She presses back against me, and her blue eyes blaze like wildfire, but like all new things, I see the hesitation in her gaze. But she slowly nods, trusting me. Nervously, she points to her bedside table.
“I have … lube in there.”
I arch an eyebrow. My precious little doll is prepared.
I remove my thumb and lean over to open the drawer. I arch an eyebrow and pull out a pink vibrator. “Not very discreet in hiding it. ”
“Well, if you start slacking off, a girl needs a friend.”
A guttural noise clears my throat as I drop the toy back into the drawer and grab the bottle of lube. I then wrap my hand around her throat and pull her up to sit back on her heels. “As of now, you have no other friends. Only me.”
She bites her bottom lip. “Then make sure you’re close when I need your assistance.” I swipe a small amount of my blood from her lip. This delectable, smart mouth was what I was drawn to. But all of her has taken me now.
I love her. Probably have for some time now.
“Remove your dress,” I growl, showing her how I feel in the way I know best. To make her mine. To consume her and please her. To protect her and give her everything she’s ever wanted.
As long as I make it out of this alive.
She does as she’s told, bringing the material up and over her head.
I take it from her and toss it across the room.
I can tell it’s another one of her favorite brands by the displeased look she shoots me at the handling of it.
I don’t give a flying fuck. I intend on ruining every item of clothing she has going forward.
She creeps a little closer, her breath hitching as she stares at me.
“Promise me that no matter what happens, you’ll come back to me,” she says and holds out her pinkie. I look down at it, my heart breaking in two. She doesn’t even know my plans. Then again, it doesn’t matter. I bring my pinkie up, curling it around hers.
“I will always find you, mishka , no matter what part of the world you may be in. You are my only home.”
Her eyes soften, and she pulls me in for another kiss. The taste of copper mixes with our desperation. My cock strains painfully hard, needing to be inside her. I slide my lips over her jawline, down her neck, along the snake necklace and the Van Cleef under it.
I pepper kisses farther down, worshipping her, and swirl my tongue around her nipple before I bite it. She bucks beneath me, her body writhing as I use my other hand to play with her clit.
Her soft moans drag out my carnal need as I put her back on her hands and knees. Her breath hitches as she watches me squeeze lube all over my hand and lather her asshole with it.
Her breath comes in short, and there’s uncertainty in her gaze, but also curiosity and trust.
“I’ll be gentle,” I tell her, and her expression softens a little bit more. I might want to break my woman, but I never want to hurt her. Never again. Although, this might be uncomfortable initially.
I will be the first to take her ass. And going forward, I’ll be the first and last for many other things. I rub the tip of my cock against her ass, and I study her expression as I begin pressing myself into her tight hole.
It's excruciatingly tight, and I take my time easing into her, nudging in bit by bit as I rub my thumb over her clit. Her shoulders bunch as she slowly begins to lose herself to the pleasure.
“Are you ready for all of me, mishka ?” I ask, struggling with my desperate need to take her now.
“Yes,” she breathes, and in the next second, I stuff her ass with the entire length of my cock. She wriggles beneath me, her chest dropping to the mattress as I give us both a moment to adjust. Fuck, she's tight, squeezing my cock, which immediately wants to blow inside her.
I roll my hips back and then ease into her again, my jaw clenching from how tightly she constricts around me.
“Fuck,” she breathes into the mattress.
“Be quiet, mishka . Others are sleeping in the house,” I tease as she pins me with a glare over her shoulder.
I shove into her faster, her eyes glazing over and a loud moan escaping her.
I can’t help but smile, grabbing my belt that hangs over the edge of the bed. I wrap it over her mouth, and her teeth immediately bite down on it.
“This might gag you into submission,” I say as I hold it from behind, my cock leaking with pre-cum as I thrust into her. I couldn’t be more turned on by this woman who has never once recoiled from my depravities. My desire and need to completely dominate her—fulfilled.
She tries to say something around the belt, but I push into her again, her ass jiggling under the force. Fuck, she feels so good. Too good. I ramp up our pace, slamming into her now that I know she’s adjusted to my size.
Everything in me—my patience, my restraint, my reservations—shatters as I finally stake my claim. Sienna Falcone will never escape my clutches, not even in the afterlife.
Her head sinks to the mattress, her hips pushing back against me, matching each of my thrusts as a new wave of pleasure has her screaming around the belt.
I continue circling her clit. Her nails curl into the sheets as I pump into her, my muscles bunching and tightening, focused on her every breath and moan, forcing myself not to come undone until she does.
I can barely make out her “fuck” as tears begin streaming down her face. Then she screams, and her entire body bunches, her legs trembling as she falls apart around me.
I jerk my hips, pumping into her tight hole as I tease my fingers at her entrance, torturing her untouched pussy. She’s fucking soaked, squirming under my fingers. And once the last pulse of my orgasm stops, I pull out slowly, watching as my cum leaks out of her.
I release my hold on the belt and then flip her onto her back. She gasps in surprise as I begin rubbing my fingers against her pussy’s entrance.
“Are you hurt?” I ask gently, wanting to make sure my little doll isn’t broken entirely. Yet. Because I’m far from done with her.
“A little, but it was so hot,” she says in a bewildered and subdued state of pleasure.
“Good, because I’m not done with you yet. Your cunt still needs to be worshipped,” I say as I lean over and then lap at her pussy with my tongue. Her knees squeeze around my head, but her sensitivity is no deterrent for me as I begin to worship her.
“Are you sore?” I ask as I stick my head into the shower, not yet joining her.
She offers me a coy smile and wraps her arms around my neck.
“A little, but in a good way. Always a good way.” And then she kisses me, droplets of water hitting me.
The kiss is slow and sensual, something I once would’ve taken no part in.
But with Sienna, I’m content to go at her pace.
Then, with a cheeky grin, she bites my bottom lip.
Before I can step into the shower, my phone buzzes on the counter. When I see the name on the screen, I grudgingly pick it up.
I answer in Russian. “Did you look over the footage I sent you?”
The Wolf replies, “Indeed. The Balmere Club is something I’m interested in, especially if Armani is open to negotiations about including exotic beasts, and in multiple locations.”
“He’s not happy with your use of a hostage, but he’s open for negotiation, although he refuses to conduct business with someone he hasn’t met with in person.”
There’s a beat of silence, then a whispered conversation, most likely with Mikhail. The Wolf chuckles. “As expected. I’ll come to New York and will meet with him, but first, you are to bring the package to me. She’s my only shield to ensure this isn’t a trap.”
My jaw clenches at his mention of Sienna. But if I act differently than he’s used to, he’ll know my loyalties have swayed. I glance at Sienna, who quietly listens in. I’d rather her not be involved in any of this, but the only way to capture The Wolf is by luring him out.
“You’ve done well on this job, little cub. It’s worked out far better than I originally planned. You’ll be rewarded for your efforts.”
My blood turns cold. Not only at his continued insistence of calling me little cub , insinuating my ties to my father haven’t been cut, but because he’s still playing his own sick games.
“Bring her to me. Andrei knows where to go.”
I don’t like that I’m not receiving the information directly, but Andrei has worked for him far longer than I have. And Andrei’s loyalty remains with The Wolf, even if he was willing to send us on a suicide mission.
“It goes without saying, but if anything feels off or awry, I will kill you, Nikolai Volkov. With great pleasure. But when all goes well, who knows? I might permanently promote you within the organization.” And then he hangs up.
My jaw tics as Sienna steps out of the shower, water droplets sliding over her bruised skin. She slips her arms around me and presses her wet, warm body against me.
I look at her through the mirror, this woman I’ve vowed to protect no matter what. And now I’m forced to bring her in front of the man I plan on killing—and hope that nothing goes wrong.
“I’m with you in this, Nikolai. We do this together,” she says with a quiet fierceness that prickles at my every protective instinct.
“I don’t want you there,” I grit out as I start making quick calculations, including how I can use Luca Armani to my benefit.
I’ve only ever served myself. My curiosity for my half-brother is what brought me here, but what’s taken up my focus and consumed me is the woman who looks at me in a way she shouldn’t.
Yet I’m willing to gamble everything going forward, just to keep her safe and have her continue looking at me like that.
“This is our problem. If I’m not with you, he’ll kill you.
Don’t take away my right to protect you either,” she says, and it fills me with pride as she exposes her fangs.
I believe in her, but having her in that situation will take my focus from the end goal.
So my plan starts shifting, accounting for how I might be able to get her out as quickly as possible.
I turn to face her and then cup her jaw, stroking it gently. “You will do everything I say.” It’s not a question; it’s a command. “But you’re not going to like what you see.”
“I’ll go through whatever I need to if you’ll be waiting for me at the end.”
God, how I love this woman. I will do anything for her. Which is precisely why I’m ready to take the head of a wolf.