Page 115 of Tarnished Tyrant (Zhukova Bratva 1)

He sucks hard on my sensitive skin, and I fall to pieces. My legs clench around his head, and I grind myself against his sinful mouth, chasing the pleasure pouring through me.

Only when I’m limp in my seat does Nikolai pull my skirt back into place and stand up. With a smug smile, he drops back down next to me, licks his lips, and winks.

Asshole.

Beautiful, beautiful asshole.

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NIKOLAI

“Oh my God, Nikolai,” Belle moans, clinging to the railing. “This is… It feels amazing right here. And it’s so… wow.”

“I take it you like the view?” I drawl in amusement.

She gestures out across the sprawling Icelandic landscape as if that is answer enough. “It’s the most magical place I’ve ever seen. And the air is so crisp. It’s incredible. I think I can breathe better here.”

This is the first time I’ve seen Belle like this, so free and unencumbered. Excluding the times where I fucked her worries away, of course.

Part of me is jealous that a landscape can trigger the same response in her as I can. But then I remember I brought her here. This is still my doing.

“You can take a dip in the blue lagoon later. The silica is supposed to be healing,” I say.

“I can swim?”

“Of course. Why not?”

“Because…” She glances around like the other shoe is going to literally drop on her any second. “Because I’m working, right? I didn’t think—”

“No,I’mworking,” I tell her. “I’m here to make sure the hotel and resort has a successful opening week. Your job is to enjoy yourself and take notes.”

And to show Giorgos Simatou that he doesn’t have control over me.He thinks he can threaten me into doing whatever he asks? Think again, asshole. Not only will I fuck whoever I want, I’ll do it wherever and whenever I’d like.

“Can I leave the resort?” she asks.

“You’re not a prisoner here. Go where you please.”

She frowns. “Who wouldn’t want to go explore? I mean, look at this place.”

I follow her gaze and look out over the lava field in front of us. Vibrant green grass has grown over the craters and valleys, and pockets of water run over the land to cerulean ponds dotted across the property.

“It’s beautiful,” Belle breathes. “I’ve never seen anything like it. And, I mean, imagine… lava created all of this. It’s magnificent, isn’t it?”

“I should have you write the brochure,” I chuckle.

She snorts. “Do I give you that impression of someone well-traveled enough to write brochures? Do I seem worldly?”

“Not so much.”

“Correct,” she says, snapping her fingers. “I haven’t been anywhere.”

“You went on that trip to Washington, D.C.,” Elise says. I almost forgot she was standing with us. She watched nonstop movies on the flight and didn’t sleep, so she’s been dragging ass since we stepped off the plane. “You’ve been somewhere.”

Belle rolls her eyes and looks at me. “Our paternal grandma paid for the trip and took me with her. I was twelve, and I spent the entire day in the halls of Congress. It was… educational. As all good vacations are.”

Elise doesn’t find it funny. “My grandma never took me anywhere.”

“Yeah, but Shari didn’t abandon you. My grandma bailed after my dad died. You aren’t missing anything.”

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