Page 27 of Nikolai Petrov

A couple of the men sitting in the study laugh. They even offer the occasional word of encouragement, but the phrases are muddled to me as the pressure in my belly builds. The world around us fades as his fingers bruisingly grip my hips.

Closer and closer I get to the edge of oblivion as he thrusts into me. When his hand leaves my hip and tugs my hair to lift my face from where it rested on my arms, another scream fills the room making my eyes flutter open.

Tosya breaks free of the grip of the guards and rushes to me, his hands outstretched like claws.

I can feel Nikolai make a rapid movement before a gunshot echoes through the room making my ears ring.

Tosya falls across the desk. His eyes are just inches from mine and unfocus as the perfect round hole in the center of his forehead starts to ooze a single drop of blood.

Panic merges with the building inferno in my belly and I lose control. A wave of ecstasy rolls through me and the scream of my climax shudders with the tinge of fear.

Tosya’s limp body slowly slides off the desk as Nikolai grunts his release and pulls my hair hard enough that I can no longer watch the macabre scene before me.

Applause breaks the silence. Heat flushes into my cheeks. I can’t believe I just did that.

“Now, go back to our bedroom and be ready for me.” Nikolai withdraws himself and I can feel a warm drip of his cum run down my right thigh.

His fingers find the escaped seed and he pushes it back into my pussy. “This stays here, baby girl.” With a soft pat on my ass, he pulls my skirt back down and ushers me from him.

My father has a guard on each one of his arms, holding him still. White knuckles glare like beacons from his clenched fists just below the big hands of the men pinning them down.

“Fucking whore,” he hisses. “You’ve ruined my life.”

I can’t resist. “Fair trade for what you tried to do with mine.” I glance back at Nikolai to see him zipping himself up and he gives me a wink.

“Take him downstairs.” The booming voice of my husband fills the room before I close the door behind me.

“Do you want to say goodbye to your father?” Nikolai spoons another bite of vanilla ice cream into my mouth.

Wiggling my butt on his lap in a poor attempt to change the subject, he laughs and squeezes me closer.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you either way. But, I can’t let his betrayal stand. Who knows how many he has influenced from my organization. I have to send a message.” His thumb works under my lip and wipes an errant drop of my escaped dessert. When he pushes it into my mouth, I can’t stop my tongue from working circles around the tip.

His chest vibrates in a deep groan. “My sexy little wife, I love what you do to me.” I can feel him getting hard beneath my thighs and it makes me squirm teasingly again. “I need to keep you safe though. It’s important I tell the world not to fuck with me—” The heat of his palm wraps around my jaw and he pulls my face close to his. “—or mine.”

“Thank you, daddy, for taking care of me.” Threading my fingers through his short beard, I lean into him and let our lips touch.

There’s nothing better than being spoiled rotten by a man who would kill anyone who has wronged me.

Including my father.

A sour feeling coils in my stomach as I decide to go and talk to him.

“Ah, there it is.” His soft brown eyes search my face. “The moment of resolution. Do you want me to go with you?”

The clink of the spoon against the bowl is a temporary distraction as he scoops another luscious bite into my mouth.

“Hmm. No, I think I need to do this on my own.” Maybe I’ll finally have the guts to ask him the hard questions.

He drops the spoon into the empty bowl and kisses my temple before picking me up and placing me lightly on my feet. “Good. Go before you change your mind. I will feel better about what I have to do once you have a chance to say goodbye.” When he stands, he wraps his arms around me as his lips tickle across my ear. “His fate is set, my love. He won’t be able to hurt you again, but there isn’t room for a change of heart. No matter what he says to attempt to sway you.”

“I know. I don’t know what he could say at this point that would make selling me to a monster seem better.” Chewing on my bottom lip hard enough to tinge the flavor of vanilla with the metallic taste of blood, I find my way down the cold marble steps below the north wing.

The two sets of heavy oak doors are sealed so tightly, air hisses as I open them.

I bet it’s to muffle the noises.

A chill settles in my stomach that isn’t caused by the ice cream. How many people have gone behind these doors and never left alive? I may have grown up in this dark life, but now I’m married to the man at the head of it all.

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