Page 75 of Nikola

“Exactly how I like it.”

And why I love you, I thought. But I couldn’t quite muster the courage to give him those words, because I knew myself. I would demand them in return. I wanted to give him my everything, but I also wanted his everything.

He pushed off the wall and crossed the room. “I have an idea on how to end this marriage contract.”

Oh, so did I, but I’d let him tell me his idea first. “I’m all ears.”

“Simple.” He flicked a glance behind me and I followed it to the blinking red lights surrounding the room. “We make a sex tape. Marchetti sees it and breaks things off.” He shrugged. “There’s no time like the present to make it happen.”

I considered his words. They should have shocked me, but I was thrilled. Buzzing with pent-up energy. Maybe it was the idea of taking matters into my own hands and refusing to let my papa decide who and when I should marry. Or maybe it was simply the fact that Nikola would touch me—own my body—again.

“I don’t know how I feel about anyone else seeing me naked,”I stated, a slow grin stretching my lips. “But I think I can make an exception for a worthy cause.”

“I’ll edit it so you’re not distinguishable, but I’ll make sure he knows what’s what when I send it to him. I wouldn’t let anyone see you naked. That’s only for me.”

My cheeks burned, yet the throbbing between my thighs intensified with the images his words conjured in my mind.

“Okay.”

“So you’re up for it?” He was asking for my permission, and if there was still a part of my heart that didn’t belong to him, it certainly did now.

“Yes.”

No hesitation. No dwelling. Just trust.

“Turn around,” he instructed and I obeyed, painfully aware he was checking out my ass. My thighs trembled and so did my heart as I glanced over my shoulder to find his expression unreadable.

“Lift your skirt for me,” he signed and mouthed at the same time. Again, I did as he asked, my heart racing so fast I feared it would leave my chest and run to him.

I caught him studying the bite tattoo on my ass.

“Do you like it?” I signed with one hand.

“Very much, although the idea that someone else touched your ass… not so much.” His gaze met mine as he said, “Did you forget to wear panties just to drive me crazy?”

I swallowed, tempted to lie, but my slow nod gave me away.

“Fuck, you’re going to ruin me.” I’d never seen such reverence in his eyes before. “Your papa is right. You’re a good girl.”

I turned around, my skirt still bunched around my waist. Brazenly, I reached between my legs and dragged my finger over my throbbing clit. When he didn’t say anything else, I lifted my hands and signed, “Maybe, but I want to be bad with you.”

His eyes flared and his big fingers wrapped around my wrist.

I bit down on my lower lip, watching as he brought my hand to his mouth, and our gazes locked as he sucked on my finger.

“That was the right answer,zayka.” His mouth moved and I read his lips. “I’m going to make you mine.” I smiled and he dropped my hand, signing as he continued, “Just remember that I’m just finishing what you started.”

I didn’t get to ask him what he meant by that because his lips came down on mine as he roughly grabbed my ass, hoisting my legs around his waist, our kiss never ceasing. My long brown hair fell all the way to my butt, brushing against my bare back as he angled my head to deepen the kiss with the need I felt in the pit of my stomach.

He bit my lip. Hard.Punishing.

I reared back, shooting him an undignified look.

He simply bared his teeth.

“That’s for fucking with my head for months.” Then he kissed me again. It was a kiss filled with hunger and passion. The kind I felt in the marrow of my bones. And while I glowed inside, he crossed the room and set me on his desk. The cool surface met my bare ass, and I moaned into his mouth.

I felt every touch, every breath, and every kiss in the cells of my skin.