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Now, I want to wrap my fingers around her neck and watch as the life leaves her sleazy eyes.
Tension rolls and crackles whenever we’re in the same space. It doesn’t matter whether it’s in public or in the confinement of my bedroom. If he’s here, I’m soaring and riding on the high of his presence.
My lungs burn, and I can feel the veins in my neck bulging. “I’m going to fucking kill you.” “Mmm. Love it when you get rough.” “You think I’m joking?” His short nails sink into my skin. “Touch me and I’ll choke you to death.” “Tell me more. Your mouth makes me so fucking hard.” I roll my hips and slam them against his groin.
“You can fight me, can choke the life out of me, but that won’t stop you from wanting me,”
“You came here to stop me from fucking Clara. You weren’t mad for her, you were mad at her. You didn’t like the way she touched me and called me babe, right?” “Shut your mouth.” “You’re pissed off at me because I let her touch me?”
“Always playing a role, my lotus flower. Hiding, pretending. You obviously broke up with her tonight. Why didn’t you tell me that?”
“You did it for me, didn’t you? You lost her because I told you to. No. You did it because you wanted to be with me. Because you know I’m the only one who can give you what you need.”
The asshole clearly wants me, he’s burning for it. His body language gives him away. Eyes darkening, nostrils flaring, and fingers holding my neck so lovingly—though he’d argue otherwise—and his huge dick is performing a standing ovation for me.
I slam my lips to his, taking what’s mine. Because he is fucking mine
Bran opens with a groan, his hot, wet tongue clashing against mine as he moans. He moans like the most erotic fucking thing I’ve ever devoured.
I love how his hand glides from my neck to my hair, fisting to keep me in place so he can shove his tongue against mine, searing me to him in ways so foreign and addicting.
The new position gives me better access, more friction, and he groans down my throat as he clenches his fingers in my hair, letting me know how much he likes that.
“Fuck you…Nikolai… Why the fuck did you come into my life… Fuck…”
He grunts, the sound deep and masculine, and makes my own dick stand at painful attention.
“I… I’m…coming, Niko…fuck… I’m coming…”
My nostrils flare at the thought of leaving my smell on him. Not anyone else’s.
Sex is supposed to be meaningless, mild at best and torturous at worst. But with Nikolai, it’s hands down the most intense, mind-numbing experience. With Nikolai, my releases breach the physical and extend to an unknown, frightening universe.
In fact, I prefer being clothed at all times. But right now, I feel a sense of triumph when Nikolai studies every inch of my skin, his greedy eyes taking me in from head to toe as if he hasn’t seen a naked man before.
Why the fuck is he so beautiful and why am I…this attracted to him?
I jerk my arm away. “Why the hell would you lick me? Are you a dog?” “Woof.” He grins and I can’t even muster the emotions to be mad at him.
“Is there a way I can get rid of you?” I ask, my shoulders hunching. “If I die, maybe. Scratch that, I’ll haunt the fuck out of you until you join me, my Prince Charming. Then we can have a fuck fest in ghost land.” “You need help.” “Then help me, baby.”
“Nikolai.” “Yes, baby?” “Don’t call me any of those nicknames in front of anyone else. Don’t act like you know me in public.” “But why? I want to hang out with you.” “I don’t. We’re not friends and this is only physical.” “We’ll see about that.” “What?” “What?” he repeats, pretending to be oblivious. “I want to see you all day.” “Don’t you have school?”
“Don’t run away from me again. If you do, I’ll flip the world upside down to find you. You’re mine now, baby.”
Looks like my lotus flower will meet the crazy Nikolai. God save his soul. Or, more accurately, his body.
I know I should leave. I do. But for some reason, I’m rooted in place. The reality of the situation bursts through me without warning. I don’t want to leave.
His teeth pull rougher than usual and tingles explode on the skin trapped between them. But I like this type of pain. This pain isn’t mental or emotional. This pain means I’m right here, not swallowed up by black ink or pulled under by disgusting nausea.
“Who’s who?” “The girl who was throwing herself in your arms at my fucking fight.” “A-Ava?” “Ava. Her name would look fucking pretty on a gravestone.”
“Didn’t take you long to find a replacement for Clara.” He snarls her name as if it’s a curse word and bites my jaw, my throat, and my Adam's apple. “But I’m going to make them all disappear. Mark my fucking words.”
I groan at every nip, my cock thickening until it’s straining painfully against my trousers. Why do I love it so much when he’s rough? “A-Ava…is my childhood friend. You…met her during that game at the pub.”
“I will fucking kill him or anyone who dares to touch what’s fucking mine.”
No one has ever been so obsessed with me that they act like they’d move heaven and earth to protect me.
But the reality I’ve been trying to ignore crashes into me. I want him. I fucking crave him. So much it hurts.
The constant pain that I breathe day in and day out crumbles and caves like it does every time Nikolai touches me. My insides don’t feel as hollow or as desolate, and I can breathe air that’s not soaked in black ink or filthy nausea.
He’s right. I fucking love kissing him.
“I’m going to fucking ruin you as badly as you’ve ruined me, my lotus flower. I’ll get so far beneath your skin, you’ll never fucking get rid of me.”
But then this man bulldozed through my walls, and now, I’m breaking apart piece by piece.
“Shut up and fuck me.”
“Mine. Every inch of you is fucking mine
Later. I’ll think later. Now, I want to feel.
“Niko…” I rasp, writhing against the pillow as I pull his head down with a handful of his hair. “Just…fuck me.”
My heart nearly spills from its confinement when he flashes me his sexy grin. “You called me Niko. Fuck, baby. I’m really going to fucking devour you.”
His intense eyes remain on mine as he adds the second.
It's that look that drives me insane. I see my reflection in those dark blues, and for the first time, I don’t hate what I see.
Not when he looks at me like he can’t get enough. Like I’m the center of his uni...
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When I reach the tip, I stop and—like a junkie who can’t help it—I take the crown in my mouth and tug on a piercing with my teeth.
His eyes are clearer now, more in tune with the Nikolai I know as he kisses my jaw, my nose, and my lids.
“I don’t kiss girls everywhere—or boys, for that matter. But I will kiss you wherever I fucking please, lotus flower. Get used to it.”
and wiggle against him, then bite the lobe of his ear. “More. Give me fucking more.”
“Come for me, baby. Show me who you belong to.”
“Come in me, Niko.”
