Nikolai: The Complete Collection

33. Justine

33

JUSTINE

A s Nikolai moves us through the secret compound nestled at the back of the Popov property, from the corner of my eye, I spot Trey assisting the man he attacked off the floor. Although his face is bloody and bruised, the fact he’s still breathing is good enough for me.

Initially, I assumed Nikolai was punishing him because he failed to comply with Nikolai’s directive. It was only when my name tore from his throat in a mangled groan did I realize what was happening.

I wasn’t the only one who walked through the gates of hell twenty-four hours ago—so did Nikolai.

I called him a coward. He discovered his deceased brother was alive and well. His ex-fiancée and his father kidnapped me before selling me to his rivals. Then, he ultimately killed his father to save me.

He had endured enough pain in his childhood to last him a lifetime, so I’m certain yesterday’s adventures would have topped the cake.

How many more coals can he be dragged over before he inevitably snaps?

When we reach a room far from the others, I fist the hem of my shirt and drag it over my head. Since my legs are curled around Nikolai’s waist, my jeans must remain in place.

Peering into Nikolai’s violent eyes, I thrust out my chest in offering. I’m giving myself to him, allowing him to use my body to work through the anguish tormenting him as I did with his body this morning. I didn’t just want him to make me feel whole. I wanted him to wash away the torment crippling me.

His touch did that. It freed me from suffering and cleared the negativity from my mind.

I can only hope my body is as wondrous to him as his is to me.

With a flick of his wrist, my bra falls to the floor with a whoosh. Goosebumps rise to the surface of my skin when Nikolai burrows his head between the valley of my breasts and inhales deeply, drinking in my scent.

After dragging his cheek over the swell of my bosom, he sniffs me again, more deeply this time.

I know what he’s doing. He is intermingling our scents, making us smell like one.

Once he is happy he has achieved what he set out to do, his attention diverts to my puckered nipple. He sucks the hardened bud into his mouth as he continues pacing through the room, only stopping when we reach an extravagant bathroom in the far right-hand corner.

He swirls his tongue around the stiff peak before grazing his teeth over the little grooves straining for more attention. I softly sigh when my nipple falls from his mouth as he sets me on the vanity. He blows on the budded nub, stimulating it with his warm breath before his devotion switches to my other breast.

He devours my left nipple with as much attention as he gave the right. The visual of his bloodstained hand cupping my milky white breast is oddly erotic. It’s a strange sensation that adds to the waves cresting in my stomach.

I’m not usually a fan of blood, but like every moment I am with Nikolai, I’m unearthing facts about me I never knew.

“Keep your eyes on me,” Nikolai demands when the power of his sucks overwhelms me so greatly my eyelids flutter shut. “If your eyes aren’t on me, I’ll stop.”

Panicked that he will end our exchange when it’s only beginning, my eyes rocket open. Nikolai smirks against my breast, relishing my eagerness to please. I’m not stupid. The more submissive I am, the more mind-blowing our exchanges are. Furthermore, I’m supposed to be aiding him through his latest crisis, not chasing my next orgasm.

A brilliant idea formulates in my head, but Nikolai’s hair dusts my ribcage before I can set my plan in motion. He places a trail of kisses down the skin of my stomach, not the least bit daunted by the horrid scars mottled throughout.

Any worries about the ugliness of my body fly out the window when he reaches the button on my jeans. He pops it open before lowering the zipper, his eyes never leaving mine. The anguish in his beautiful arctic gaze is gone, leaving nothing but a man spurred on by desire. His eyes relay his every intention, making me wiggle embarrassingly in my seat.

“Soon, Ангел . Very soon. We need to shower first,” Nikolai informs me as he peels my jeans and panties down my quaking thighs. “Then I’m going to lose myself in you. There isn’t a drug in the world that can replicate the high your body gives me.”

Grazing my teeth over my bottom lip, I nod, a better response beyond me.

My eyes bulge almost comically when he drags his blood-splattered shirt over his head before removing his jeans. Once again, he’s commando, and his body makes my eyes go wild and my mouth dry.

My god, he’s a beautiful man. Not even the mafia sneer our exchange has yet to erase can dampen his appeal. His muscles are extra tight from their exertion from punishing Rory, and a mist of sweat enhances the impressive grooves carved in his formidable torso and stomach. It’s a glorious visual that could only look better if his hands weren’t bloodied and battered.

Like he can hear my inner monologue, Nikolai moves to the large walk-in shower on his right. He switches on the water full blast before shoving his hands under the penetrating spray. The faint pink water rolling off his bruised knuckles circles the drain for seconds before clearing away.

Once all the blood from his hands has been removed, he cups the water before splashing it over his face. He runs his fingers through his hair, giving it the same sexy, messed-up look it had the day we met.

Confident all signs of a fight have been removed from his body, he spins around to face me. The blaring Las Vegas desert temps have nothing on the heated look he is giving me. His stare is enough to make me combust into ecstasy without any additional stimulation.

With every step he takes toward me, his facial features soften. He’s once again on the hunt, but this time, his target is an entirely different kettle of fish. He wants to be freed from the torment, and he’s going to use my body to achieve that.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tickled pink by the idea.

Banding his arm around my waist, Nikolai lifts me from the vanity. Steam billows around us as he walks us into the shower stall. The muggy conditions amplify the red-hot energy bouncing between us.

I can feel him heavy and thick against my stomach, but that isn’t the sole cause for the lust bristling between us. It’s the look in his eyes. I calmed the storm bubbling in his veins with nothing but a brush of my lips and the scent of my skin.

That makes me feel invincible.

Knowing I can lasso a rope around his waist and tether him down when he’s floating away makes it feel as if I have the world at my feet, as if I’m unstoppable.

Spurred on by a mass surge of confidence, I squeeze a blob of shower gel into my palm before working on cleaning Nikolai’s body as thoroughly as he cleaned mine last night. I glide my hands across the smooth planes of his pecs before dropping them to the six clumps of muscle in his midsection. My hands trail over the fine hairs on his lower stomach before scrubbing over the bulge growing in size with every second we stand across from each other.

“ Ангел ,” Nikolai grinds out in warning when my attention fails to deviate from his crotch.

The huskiness of his voice inspires me more. I lock my eyes with him, and then my hand glides down his thick cock. The bubbles coating his skin make his shaft smooth, easing my quest to unravel him. I slide my hand to the base of his cock before dragging it back up.

When my thumb flicks over his knob, it becomes evident that not all the wetness coating the crest of his cock is water. A sticky drop of pre-cum is beading on the tip, begging to be consumed.

Dying to taste him, I lower to my knees.

Nikolai bats the showerhead to the side, stopping the torrent of water gliding down my cheeks. “Keep your eyes on me,” he demands, eagerness in his voice.

Nodding, I drag my tongue over his knob, lapping up the delicious goodness pooling there. His groan rolls through his body until it vibrates on my tongue, activating every one of my hot buttons.

The combination of his lust-sparked stare and his deliciously virile smell forces my thighs to squeeze together. He tastes manly, sweet, and oh-so-dangerous.

While Nikolai gathers my hair into his fist, I work his thick cock into my mouth. I draw him to the back of my throat, taking him as far as I can without gagging.

Although his hips naturally rock in a rhythm matching my pumps, he leaves the pace of our exchange up to me, trusting me enough to know I can please him without hurting myself.

“Ah, fuck, Ангел ,” he growls through a moan when I suck harder, wordlessly praying for more of his delicious cum.

My cheeks hollow as I take him even deeper, wanting to unravel him as effectively as he unravels me. Keeping my eyes locked on his is challenging, but it intensifies our undeniable connection.

This man’s hold on me is already wondrous, but it grows tenfold with every moment we share. He went to the depths of hell for me, and now I’m using my body to bring him back.

My nipples tighten when Nikolai inhales a deep breath, sucking in the scent of my arousal lingering in the air. Bringing him to the brink of climax has my orgasm loitering, and I’m praying for the chance to be unleashed.

Fisting his cock, I work the parts of his shaft missing out on the warmth of my mouth. My speed is as uncontrolled as my heart rate, a manic pace that makes my and Nikolai’s conjoined moans bounce around the steamy space.

It’s quite frightening how unhinged he makes me. My desire to taste him is more rampant than my urge to breathe.

“Eyes, Ангел ,” Nikolai demands when my eyes drop for the quickest second to take in the spectacular visual of his cock pumping in and out of my mouth.

My response can’t be helped. The vision is awe-inspiring and sexy enough to bring my climax to within an inch of the finish line.

Raising my eyes to his, I roll my tongue over the thick vein feeding his magnificent cock before sucking down hard on his knob. The combination of my greedy suck and my squeeze of his sack sets him off.

Cum rockets out of his cock in uncontrolled spurts, coating my tongue and the back of my throat. I struggle to keep up with the thick stream, but I give it my best shot. I swallow on repeat, moaning through the sensation igniting every nerve ending in my body.

Nikolai’s cock has barely finished pulsing when I’m hoisted off the ground and pinned to the spotlessly white tiles. “My turn,” he growls before burrowing his head between my legs.

I call out, the sensation of his tongue flicking my clit overwhelming. He sucks the pulsating nub into his mouth as two of his fingers slide inside me.

“So fucking wet,” he murmurs against my pussy, heightening my senses more. “And so fucking tasty.”

My breasts jiggle up and down when he pumps in and out of me, his pace as uncontrolled as mine was earlier. He works my body with a knowledge only he has, bringing my climax to fruition so fast it utterly devastates me.

Clamping my eyes shut, I shudder through the wonderment bombarding me. I repeatedly shout Nikolai’s name, ensuring he knows who I’m thanking for the revitalization zapping through me.

Nikolai wasn’t lying when he said there’s no better high than this. I’m overwhelmed by the emotions that swamp me when he brings me to climax. I feel wicked and naughty but sexy and cherished at the same time.

I genuinely feel like a queen when I’m quivering beneath him.

After a final lash of his tongue on my clit, Nikolai rises from his crouched position. I taste myself on his mouth when he spears his tongue between my lips. He kisses me until the blurriness in my head is the least of my problems. My knees are wobbling so severely they are moments away from collapsing.

Like he can sense my worry, he tightens his grip around my waist before guiding my legs around his sweat-slicked hips. Air is sucked from my lungs when his cock sits heavy between us. He’s as hard as he was before I took him to the brink of ecstasy.

“Are you ready?” he asks, his voice full of warning.

“Yes.” The throatiness of my reply leaves no doubt to my mental state. I am lost. I’ve completely fallen down the rabbit hole.

In the past two weeks, I’ve witnessed him do unlawful act after unlawful act, yet my feelings for him continue to grow. I don’t think there’s anything he can do that will stop me from falling in love with him.

I want to protect him from the world. I want to save him from the men determined to tear him down. But more than anything, I want to love him like he’s never been loved.

When Nikolai locks his eyes with mine and I see the utter adoration beaming from them, it dawns on me that my earlier assumption was wrong.

I’m not falling in love with him.

I love him.