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Chapter thirty-three

M y eyes hesitantly settled upon his face.

He didn’t bother looking at me—his gaze was locked on the door everyone had disappeared through.

No doubt ready to incinerate anyone who dared walk back through.

I didn’t want to voice the question eating at me—I had my answer just by looking at him.

But I couldn’t stop myself from asking, “Are you mad at me?”

Nickolai scoffed, shaking his head at the stupidity of my words as he turned to face the large windows behind the desk.

I was trying to figure out what else to say, but he interrupted my thoughts.

“I told you to stay here.” His voice was neither a whisper nor a shout.

He was only talking to me, which was way scarier.

I took a deep breath, internally preparing myself for this second part of the battle.

“You told me I could leave my room as long as it was with my guards.”

His cold eyes found mine finally, a fake smile plastered on his face, “That’s funny, because I don’t recall seeing your guards anywhere around you.”

He had me.

“They became. . . occupied,” I explained.

“And why didn’t you stay near them?”

I was starting to get annoyed with his questioning and his blatant possessiveness of me. If there was one thing for certain about me, it was that I was my own person, capable of making my own decisions. Even if only most of them were good.

“Because I saw that I was needed elsewhere,” I snapped.

“Which almost got you killed!” he shouted.

“And I would do it again!” I shouted back, hopping off his desk with the blanket still around me.

“I do not regret what I did, and I will not let you make me regret it! I saved their lives.” We were close, nearly toe to toe.

Nickolai’s gaze pinned me from above with the absolute rage that was pulsing through him so badly I could feel it coming off of him in waves.

His fists were clenched at his sides, and I had half a mind to back down.

But instead I said, “And while we’re at it—I want my sword back. ”

He lifted one of his hands, and I internally flinched for what I thought was going to be an incoming blow, but it just wrapped around my throat, tightening slightly as he pushed into me.

My lower back found his desk, and I was pinned.

Nickolai leaned in, whispering into my ear, “You are going to be the death of me.” His breath fell upon my neck, warming it and sending chills throughout my whole body at the same time.

Before my change, those words would have had me giddy with excitement, but now they left me more confused than ever before.

I leaned into his grip on me, watching as his eyes lit to life at the invitation.

A rumble escaped his chest before his mouth crashed down on mine.

There was no gentleness in his kiss. It was pure hunger and need, and he was met with the same enthusiasm.

My fingers wound their way into his hair, pulling on it slightly before they traveled down his body.

The blanket and my broken bra were quickly discarded, leaving me standing before him in nothing other than dried blood and a thin strip of fabric covering my lower half.

My mind was on the verge of being self-conscious until Nickolai stopped his assault on my face to admire my body.

He snapped his fingers and before I knew it, my skin was clean of the red stain.

A groan rumbled from his chest in approval and it was exactly what I needed to fall into a comfortableness with him that had me ready to do anything he asked.

He looked me in the eye with a sternness that had me already throbbing in anticipation, “Are you slick for me, beautiful?”

Nickolai’s fingers slid down my body, and I leaned back into the desk more to give him better access—planting my arms behind me for support.

The corner of his mouth lifted at my reaction just before his fingers fell upon my mound.

They moved my underwear to the side and dipped between my legs in search of the answer that I’d known the entire time.

He chuckled a throaty laugh, “Oh yeah, you are dripping for me, baby.”

Two of his fingers slipped within my lips, gliding along my slit with my growing wetness, eliciting a moan.

Nickolai smirked as he lowered himself onto his knees before me, spreading my legs open even further before placing his mouth right where I wanted it.

I felt his tongue stroke my clit once, playfully, before he dove in, fully devouring me.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed, tossing my head back. My chest was rising and falling rapidly, making my breasts feel heavy with each movement.

Nickolai's stubble tickled at my inner thighs as I closed my legs around his head, placing them on his shoulders.

He licked every inch of me, dipping his tongue into my center before moving to twirl it around my clit.

One hand gripped my thigh, digging into my flesh while his other continued to move with his mouth.

His fingers worked in and out of me, hooking them towards my front as his mouth sucked.

I was going to explode. Surviving a battle only to die of an orgasm.

I reached one hand around to gather up his hair, pulling him in and locking him in place as I felt the familiar electrifying waves starting to build in my core.

The glorious, torturous, and tentative rhythm of his hand pulling me closer with each swipe.

That was until Nickolai bit down slightly on my sex.

The feeling utterly and completely sent me over the edge.

My walls clenched around his thick fingers, gripping onto each of them for dear life as they continued their strokes. Pulling one of the biggest orgasms that I’d ever had from me. I moaned through the crest of the wave, the sound echoing throughout the room.

Nickolai chuckled as he leaned back and watched tiredness start to take its hold on me. “I’m not done with you yet, Tiny,” he said, planting a kiss upon my inner thigh. “I hope you are ready, because I don’t plan on being gentle.”

Looking down at him between my legs, his normally pristine hair now ruffled, I challenged, “Show me your worst.”

All the humor and sweetness on his face disappeared in a split second, becoming replaced by an absolute animal. An animal that wanted to ravish me. Even after the feast it just had. I should fear what his worst could be, but I couldn’t help the butterflies in my stomach that danced with excitement.

Nickolai pulled his fingers from me, and my body instantly felt empty. He watched me intently as he brought them to his mouth and sucked. I don’t know what it was about watching him suck them clean of my wetness, but it had my jaw slacking open.

I barely even got out my next breath before he swiftly stood, grabbing me off his desk only to set me down on the couch near the fireplace, forcing a small squeal to escaped me as my warm body met the coldness of the black leather.

The unmistakable clink of his belt being removed had my attention rapidly back on him and my thighs quivering in anticipation.

I watched as he untucked his tunic—pulling it over his head. Nickolai’s bare torso had me practically drooling. What I wouldn’t give to lick each scar on his perfectly defined muscles.

His fingers slipped under the waistline of his pants, sliding them down his muscled legs.

When he stood again, his considerable length came into view, reminding me of what I’d missed out on for five years.

This time when I saw it, there was only a small amount of fear that gripped me.

While this wouldn't be my first time, it's been a long time since I last had sex. Even then, there wasn’t ever a way to prepare for someone of his size.

Nickolai's eyes were locked on my face as he gripped my underwear that still remained, opting to rip it off me rather than remove them.

The corner of my mouth pulled up in a smile.

“No going back now, Tiny,” his gravelly voice quipped.

“Never,” I whispered, slightly out of breath.

He lowered his body onto me, settling his hips perfectly between my legs—the tip of his cock faintly touching my aching center.

Our mouths instinctively met again, this time savoring the softness, taste, and strokes of our tongues.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to encourage him forward, but he wouldn’t budge.

The wait was torturous. He was right there, just one push forward and he would fill me with the very thing my body had been begging and dripping for.

I broke the kiss, pleading, “Nickolai. . . please!”

I felt his body shift at my words. His hand found my throat once more, trapping me against the cushion of the couch. I was utterly and completely his. His to do what he wanted with.

Nickolai sat up, putting himself in position.

Once he did, he didn’t hold back. His full length entered me in one thrust, causing me to let out a slight whimper at the sudden shock—muffled by his grip on my throat.

He didn’t give me any time to adjust before he pulled out only to slam back into me again.

It was rough, hungry, and hot.

After nearly two months of my body being in a constant shift between turned on and pissed off, this was exactly what I needed. One thrust right after another, my body parted for him. “Nic!” I wailed as I felt the pressure between my legs start to build once again.

The fingers of his other hand traced the skin on my arm that had been torn open only an hour before. His body tensed, becoming angrier as he pounded me even further into the leather.

“You were reckless tonight,” he said, tightening his grip.

My airway constricted, sending a spout of panic through me.

He felt me stiffen and loosened his grip in response, but his face remained angry.

Leaning into my ear, he continued, whispering, “Do that again and I’ll make sure you can’t sit for a week.

” Each word was accentuated with a thrust.

My breath left me in a rush at his words—I wasn’t sure how to feel about them.

But I was left with very little time to think about how I felt as his hand that was touching my arm moved down to the spot where our bodies met.

His fingers massaged and pinched my most sensitive piece until I was once again clenching around him.

“Gods!”

“That’s right, baby, wake up this castle with your screams,” Nickolai said with a hint of wicked humor in his voice.

He leaned in once again, this time to suck my nipple into his mouth before placing his hand beside my head for stability.

He continued his assault on my pussy with a speed that wouldn’t have been possible had he been human.

My orgasm hit me so hard it took all of the breath from my lungs, leaving me whimpering and shaking in his arms. Nickolai promptly followed, groaning in delight as he shoved into me, finding his own release.

Heat filled me from within as his pleasure coated my insides.

Making me grateful that I started taking the pregnancy tonic.

I knew that I wouldn’t be able to resist him, no matter how much I wanted to.

We stilled, although my legs trembled from the aftershocks of my climax as tiredness washed over me even more. The sun was starting to light the sky outside the windows, and I internally cursed at myself for the dreaded day to come.

Nickolai kissed my forehead, pulling himself out of me to stand up and help me off the couch, guiding me to sit back down on the edge of his desk.

At the feeling of gravity pulling the mix of our juices from me, I asked, “Are you sure you want me to sit on your desk right now?”

He opened my legs to settle himself against me as he—with complete seriousness—said, “I want to be able to smell you on this desk for many days to come.”

I chuckled in response, “Then I guess you will have to keep fucking me in here.”

“Is that a challenge?” he asked, raising a brow.

“Maybe,” I said suggestively, with a smirk.

He leaned down, mouth lightly grazing mine as he whispered the words I had said nearly five years ago, “Challenge accepted.”