Chapter 32
Abbie
Instead of focusing on John Wick kicking ass, I’m highly aware of Nikolai.
So I obviously lied. There is one man who outshines Keanu.
I place my hand on Nikolai’s abs, taking in the feel of his solid body.
Since yesterday, my stomach has been buzzing with anticipation. Being alone with Nikolai allows me to focus solely on him.
Honestly, I hardly think about the rape, and it makes me wonder whether I’m ready to take the next step with Nikolai.
If I don’t try, I’ll never know.
Moving my cheek away from his chest, I look at him. His eyes leave the TV to lock on mine, and there’s an instant electric current between us.
Nikolai is safe. When we had sex, it was mindblowing. I know this man.
I want to intimately connect with him. I need this.
Leaning closer, I brush my lips against his before pulling back. The corner of his mouth lifts, his eyes softening on me.
I have complete control.
I close the distance again, initiating a tender kiss. Moving onto his lap, I pull my dress up so I can straddle him. Not breaking the kiss, I take hold of his hands and push his arms up, so they’re resting on the back of the couch.
“Don’t move,” I whisper against his lips.
“Okay,” he obeys, his fingers digging into the leather.
Lowering my mouth to his throat, I suck on his skin while unbuttoning his shirt. I shove the fabric open, revealing his flawless muscled chest.
My lips kiss their way to his tattoos as I tentatively push my core down on his hard-on. The feel of him hard and ready beneath me is nothing short of glorious.
So far, so good.
Moving off his lap, I reach beneath the fabric of my dress and pull my panties down my legs. I drop the lace on the floor before climbing back on
top of Nikolai.
His eyes turn ravenous as if he’s starving for any touch he can get from
me.
I pause for a moment to make sure this is what I want and that I’m
ready. There’s no panic or disgust as I lock eyes with him. “Take your time, Abigail. Don’t force yourself.” Jesus, I love this man.
Reaching down, I unbuckle his belt and pull down the zipper. I take a deep breath as I push the fabric open so I can see his lower abdomen and the perfect V carved from his hips to his pelvis.
The sight is so hot I don’t hesitate to reach beneath the fabric. Wrapping my hand around his thick girth, I pull his hard-on free.
I stare at his manhood and wait for the horror to hit, but there’s nothing, just like when I saw him naked in the shower.
I’m not broken.
It’s the last thought I have before I’m taken over by my desire for him. “You can move,” I order. “Touch me.”
Nikolai takes hold of my dress and tugs it up. I lift my arms, letting the fabric pass over my head. He drops the dress on the side of the couch before skimming his knuckles over my hardened nipple.
Our mouths crash together, and the wild passion we had before the attack explodes to life.
I let go of his cock, and wrapping my arms around his neck, I begin to rub my clit against his hard-on. The friction makes my abdomen clench.
I kiss Nikolai with everything I feel for him. Combustible passion.
Eternal gratefulness. Undying love.
His hands move greedily over my body, tweaking my nipples before he grips my ass.
“Christ,” he growls. “You’re so fucking hot.”
His words make me feel sexy and give me back my confidence. “Fuck me, Daddy,” I moan, my voice needy.
Nikolai reaches down between us and positions his hardness at my entrance. “Eyes on me, Abigail.”
I obey, looking deep into his darkened irises. “Are you ready, Malyshka?”
“Yes,” I answer loud and clear, confidence lacing the word.
He smirks at me as dominance pours off him. “Do you need my cock, baby?”
Desire floods every part of my body, making me moan, “Yes.”
I need him to fill me and erase the feel of the monster.
His thumb brushes over my clit, and I jerk from the sharp sensation of pleasure.
I feel his erection stretch my opening, then he stops and asks, “You good?”
“No,” I groan. “You’re killing me by going so slow.”
Nikolai thrusts hard but only manages to enter me a couple of inches. “Christ, how the fuck did you get tighter,” he grumbles, his features
drawing tight.
I lift myself a little before pushing down on his cock, taking him all the way. It feels like he hits my stomach, and I’m impossibly full.
“Jesus,” I gasp. “You fill me so good.”
My words unravel Nikolai. He grabs my ass again and starts to thrust with so much strength the friction threatens to set me on fire.
“Yes,” I whimper, my eyes never leaving his. “God, yes.”
Only Nikolai can feel this good inside me. I swear he’s trying to brand me as he fucks me raw. The heat between us burns the ghost of my trauma to ashes.
Unable to do anything but enjoy the ride, I cry, “Harder.”
His fingers dig into my ass, and as he thrusts up, he yanks me down. I feel pain from him hitting me so deep and let out a satisfied moan.
I move my hands to his shoulders, and holding on tight, I start to slam down on top of him with all my strength, greedy for more pain and pleasure.
The sounds spilling from my lips are obscene as I fuck the man I’m obsessed with.
“Come, Abigail,” he growls, clearly about to orgasm by the judge of the strain on his face.
My movements grow erratic, and my body convulses, overpowering pleasure seizing me. I scream from how intense the orgasm is while my nails dig into his shoulders.
Nikolai’s features tense, and I feel him swell inside me. His body jerks three times as he thrusts hard and deep, his own orgasm hitting.
Sparks of pleasure keep shooting through me, and I slump against his chest. I wrap my arms around his neck again, breathless and satisfied.
Nikolai holds me tightly to him, his thursts slowing down until he stills inside me.
Thank you, Jesus.
With my mouth near Nikolai’s ear, I whisper, “I love you. Not because you have a magical cock, but because you’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a man.”
He pushes me back until our eyes lock, then demands, “Say it again.” A smile curves my lips. “I love you, Nikolai Vetrov.”
“Again.”
“I love you.”
With him still buried deep inside me, he stares at me for a while before asking, “No demons?”
I shake my head. “Not with you inside me.”
A smile curves his lips. “That makes me happy, baby.”
“Not half as happy as I am,” I wiggle on his lap, drawing a groan from him.
Suddenly he grabs my ass and stands up. I quickly lock my legs around him, mourning the loss of his cock when he slips out of me.
Nikolai carries me to the kitchen and lays me down on the island. When he leaves me to grab a towel, I ask, “What are you doing?”
He wets the fabric and wrings out the excess water before coming to clean his cum from between my legs.
My eyebrows lift when he sits down on a stool, and gripping my hips, he yanks me to the edge of the island’s top.
“I’m starving, so you better find something to hold onto.”
It’s the only warning he gives me before he pushes his face between my thighs. His teeth are the first to assault my clit, making my back arch as I desperately search for something to grab onto for support.
“Nikolai,” I cry.
I end up grabbing my breasts, squeezing the ever-living hell out of them, and loving the pain.
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan. “Punish my pussy.”
“Fuck,” he growls before he goes to town on my slit, alternating between biting and lashing me with his tongue.
For the second time in the space of minutes, I come so hard my vision blurs. My screams echo through the house as I grab his head, rubbing my aching clit all over his mouth and chin.
Instantly I turn overly sensitive, and I let go of his head. “Jesus,” I gasp, my body still spasming with aftershocks.
Nikolai stands up and bends over me, bracing a hand on the counter. “I love when you scream.”
“Good,” I gasp, trying to catch my breath.
His palm covers my sensitive clit. “This is my pussy,” he demands. “Okay,” I agree while letting out a chuckle. “You won’t hear me
complain.”
Nikolai pushes his middle finger inside me to gather some of my arousal before lifting his hand to his mouth.
I watch him suck my orgasm off his finger, then I groan, “We’re going to be so late for the barbeque.”
He lifts me bridal style and carries me to his bed. “We still have two hours, but I’m sure they won’t mind if we’re late.”
Nikolai strips out of his clothes, and when he crawls over my body, there’s no doubt in my mind that he was made for me.