Page 62 of Nikola
“Nikola…” I moaned his name like it was my sole mission in life. Hearing my voice seemed to drive him wild, because hepounded into me even harder and faster, his blue eyes taking hold of me like he was claiming me for life.
“You want it?” I nodded, desperately needing another release. “Beg.”
He fisted a palm in my hair, pinning me in place as his eyes turned sharp and hard. I spread my legs wider and gripped his ass, tugging him into me.
“Please…”
“Fuck.” His balls slapped at my ass, and he lost all sense of control as he let me feel every inch of his cock, making me wince from the sheer size of it. He moved his lips to my ear, his breaths erratic, and his thrusts turned shallow as he came inside me.
He stayed buried for several minutes before the restaurant came back into focus.
He pulled out and our gazes fell to where we were connected. We watched as his cum, mixed with the tinge of my innocence, dripped down my thighs.
“Don’t move,” Nikola ordered as he pulled up his pants. He disappeared down the hallway I knew led to the restrooms, returning several heartbeats later with a tissue box and wet napkins.
“Let’s clean you up,zayka.”
I might’ve suspected what I’d been feeling for Nikola was love, and this all but confirmed it.
20
NIKOLA
Ilost my mind and fucked Skye like some madman, taking her virginity in a restaurant instead of waiting for our wedding night. That should have been all the proof needed that I was no good for her, but fuck it, I couldn’t—wouldn’t—let her go.
One thing was for certain: I wouldn’t let anyone touch, never mind marry,mySkye. It wasn’t a matter of choice butneedwhen it came to this girl. She soothed my anger and made me want to be a better man.
Once I got her cleaned up, I escorted her through the back exit to my Bugatti La Voiture Noire—a birthday gift from Uncle Sasha who would be pleased with my manners but would certainly scold me for putting Skye in such a vulnerable position. I’d instructed my men to keep the doors cordoned off, but anything could’ve happened, and I still couldn’t believe I’d risked it.You’re a fucking idiot, Nikola.
I shook my head and held the door open, but rather than slide into the passenger seat, she turned to look at me.
“What about the woman you came with?” she asked, her eyes narrowed, and I realized my girl was just as jealous as I was.
“I sent her home.”
“Who is she?”
I chuckled. “Nobody I’ll ever be seeing again. Now withdraw your claws, and let’s go home.”
Seemingly happy with that answer, she settled inside the car. Her short pink dress hiked up her thighs, and just like that, I was ready to ravage her again.Fuck.What’d come over me? I could usually bank on being bored with women once I fucked them.
But yet again, Skye was becoming the exception.
“Are you going to stand there and stare all day?”
I threw my head back in amusement, then circled the car and got behind the wheel. We were out of the heart of the city and speeding down the highway toward the manor in no time.
It was a first for me to lose control to that extent, never mind attacking my own cousin in a pure fit of jealousy. Yes, I’d made a few men cry that had upset Skye over the years, but I’d never wanted to murder them as much as I had Kostya. Why? Simply because for the first time ever, I could actually see that Kostya genuinely liked Skye. Then seeing her smile at him tipped the scale. Her smiles were mine, her eyes should only be on me, just as mine had been for her.
Fuck, my entire body buzzed with the need to fuck her again.
Jesus, was this what my life would be with this woman? Resisting the need to fuck her every minute of the day?
I flicked a glance her way and caught her eyes, the same insatiable lust trapped in them.
I clenched my teeth and returned my eyes to the road. I had to remember this was all new to her—pulling over and fucking her right here and now wouldn’t be the responsible thing to do.
Until I felt her lean over, her scent overwhelming me, and she licked the pulse point on my neck.
