Nikolai: The Complete Collection

33. Nikolai

33

NIKOLAI

“ E nough is enough. You’ve had your fun, but now it’s time to get back to business.” I don’t know what’s frustrating Vladimir the most. That he’s been left in the dark the past twelve hours, or he’s realized he needs me more than he will ever admit. It could be a combination of both. “We had a shipment due yesterday afternoon. It never arrived?—”

“Because the distribution company had a nark they needed to take care of. Trey updated you about the delay Wednesday afternoon.”

“All delays must be justified.”

“They were. The Yurys agreed to pay a penalty for the interruption in our schedule, and the crates have been earmarked for immediate approval at Customs. They’ll be on the docks early tomorrow morning.”

My snappy attitude takes a step back when Vladimir mutters, “Is Adrian’s crew ready for the shipment?”

“No.” I scrub at the stubble on my chin, tracing the tremor there. “We had some issues at Knightsbridge. I sent Adrian and Lia there to sort it out. Abram is handling this one.”

Vladimir’s grunt reveals he already knew my reply, but he was testing my loyalty.

He’s always testing my loyalty.

“I can’t believe Adrian is still with that girl . I thought he would have grown bored of her by now.”

My back molars smash together from the way he spits out ‘that girl’ when referencing Lia, but I keep a cool, collective head for Justine’s sake. If Vladimir believed Justine was a threat to his realm, we’d be having this conversation in person, not over the phone. His lack of worry proves my ruse is working, and it also verifies that Roman’s hacker ensured Vladimir only saw the footage I wanted him to see from my exchange with Justine before I debugged her apartment.

Furthermore, I’m not surprised Vladimir sees his daughter as the lesser-valued commodity in his working relationship with Adrian’s distribution company. Adrian makes him money, so that awards him more respect than his own flesh and blood.

The tightness of my jaw is heard in my words when I ask, “Is that all?”

My question stumps him for all of two seconds. “Do what needs to be done, then get back here. We have other matters to take care of.”

By other matters, he means personal ones that are usually left off the table when discussing business. His demand for me to return to the Popov compound sooner rather than later convinces me his frustration stems more from needing me than being denied the opportunity to watch the nine-hour-long fuck session Justine and I undertook last night. He hates being in the dark, but that annoyance would never overtake his wish for ultimate supremacy.

When Vladimir ends our call without a farewell, I dump my cell phone onto a set of drawers in Justine’s room before moving toward the mattress she’s resting on. She murmurs into her pillow when I drag my index finger up the leg peeking out of the bedding, but her eyes remain shut.

I can’t blame her for being exhausted. I’m usually awake long before the sun, but even I’m dead on my feet this morning. I knew she’d be explosive in the bedroom, but I had no clue it wouldn’t be just her bringing the ammunition to the party.

My head must not have been in the game until Justine’s pussy was placed up for offer. Usually sex was about getting my rocks off. Last night was nothing like that. I still came— multiple times —but since it was occurring with Justine, it felt different. It mattered. If that makes any fucking sense?

I stop reprimanding myself for being a soft cock when a sing-song voice trickles into my ears. “Hey. Everything okay?” Justine’s voice is as groggy as her tired eyes.

My finger continues its trek up her leg, only stopping when it reaches the tastiest cunt I’ve ever eaten. “Everything is fine… now that you’re awake.” The way her body heats up from my comment could convince a devil into becoming a saint. “Oh, Ангел. I fucking love the way you blush.”

I push on her hip until she falls onto her back, then I spread her thighs wide. Her clit is already hard and throbbing for me, and her nipples are budded.

After unbuttoning the fly in my jeans to give my inflated cock some much-needed space, I lower my head until the tip of my nose is an inch from Justine’s delicious-smelling cunt. I’m set to devour her like a crazed, hungry man, but my hunger isn’t the only one being announced. Justine’s stomach is grumbling loudly.

A smug grin stretches across my face when I crawl up Justine’s body until we meet eye to eye. She’s inwardly cursing my unexpected chivalry as much as my cock. “Soon, Ангел . Very soon.” I bite her drooping lip before releasing it with a pop. “Once you’ve fed me, I’ll feast on your tight little cunt as often as you like.”

The sticky sheets cling to my body when I slip off the mattress before jerking up my chin, demanding for her to follow me to the kitchen. When she attempts to curl the paper-thin cotton around her body, a growl rumbles in my chest.

Her eyes snap to mine when I snatch the sheet from her hands, bundle it into a messy ball, then toss it into the middle of the bed. When I drag my finger across her collarbone, her breaths shudder as erratically as her thighs. She’s not scared. She is turned on from me saying, “I examined every inch of your body last night. There wasn’t a single section I didn’t like, so don’t ever hide it from me. Your body, when it’s gripped by ecstasy, is as telling as your eyes. It shows the confidence you fail to exude.”

I slant my head to hide my smile when she briefly nods in agreement before slipping her hand into mine to guide me to the kitchen. I’m not laughing at her. It’s from realizing she’s as clever as the devil, just ten times prettier.