Chapter 33
Nikolai
After we’ve eaten, we sit around the fire surrounded by my family.
“I annoyed the living hell out of Nikolai until he gave in.” Abigail’s telling my mom how we met. “The poor man didn’t stand a chance.”
Mom lets out a bark of laughter while Dad has a smile curving his lips.
Grandpa shakes his head. “Once a woman sets her sights on you, there’s no use fighting.”
Grandma places her hand on his thigh. “Still, you fought tooth and nail.”
“I had to take care of Winter,” he defends himself.
“Hey, don’t blame me. You’re on your own with this, Cillian,” Mom chastises him before turning her attention back to Abigail. “Nikolai told me you love to paint. Were the supplies I got the right ones?”
My woman is burrowed against my side, and I’m loving it.
“Yes, it’s my passion, and the supplies are perfect. Thank you so much.” Abigail pats her hand against my abs. “While I’m visiting here, I hope to paint the piece I owe Nikolai.”
“It has to be one of a kind,” I remind her.
“Bossy, just like your father,” Mom scolds me. She looks at Abigail again. “What do you paint?”
“I prefer nature scenes. I’m not good at painting people.” “I’d love to see some of your pieces one day.”
“Maybe I’ll get to show you when I visit again.” Abigail pulls away from me. “Where’s the restroom?”
I stand up, and taking her hand, I lead her into the house. I wait outside the restroom while she uses it, and once she’s done, I grip her hand tightly again.
When we pass the living room, she tugs me to a stop. “Wait. I want to look at the photos on the mantelpiece.”
I follow her into the room and watch as she takes a moment to look at every framed photo.
Abigail reaches for one Grandma took when I was little. We were out in the woods, shooting each other with paintballs. I chuckle as I point at the photo. “I shot the shit out of my Dad that day.”
There’s a soft smile on Abigail’s face. “You all look so happy.” She presses the photo to her chest, then asks, “Can I borrow it this week?”
“Sure, but why?”
“I think I know what to paint for you.”
This woman. Will my love for her ever stop growing? Probably not.
We head back outside and take our seats again. I gesture at the photo in Abigail’s hands. “Remember how we used to shoot each other with paintballs?”
Dad lets out a chuckle. “Inna shot Cillian on the ass.” Grandpa lets out a huff. “It was a lucky shot.”
“We should do it again,” Mom mentions. “Abigail, have you played paintball before?”
My woman shakes her head. “No, but it sounds fun.” “Does tomorrow work for everyone?” Mom asks.
“Hell no, my ass is too old to run away from paintballs,” Grandpa mutters.
“Tomorrow is perfect,” Abigail answers, excitement shining in her eyes. I lean my head closer to hers. “Still enjoying yourself?”
She nods, a happy smile on her face.
There’s my girl. Welcome back, baby.
I only have today left with Abigail, and I’m seriously contemplating holding her captive on the island.
She’s her old self again, and I worry with her returning to St. Monarch’s she might relapse.
Then there’s the fact that she won’t be by my side.
Christ, I’m going to worry myself to death over her.
I walk into the den, and instantly Abigail mutters, “Don’t look at the painting.”
She’s even turned the easel so the wall’s behind her while she paints.
I’m dying to see what she’s working on.
I head outside and take a seat on one of the lounge chairs. From here, I have a perfect view of Abigail.
“This week went by way too fast,” I complain.
“Yeah.” She lets out a sigh while she continues to paint. “I’m thinking about keeping you captive,” I admit.
Abigail lets out a chuckle. “Hold off on that idea until after Aurora’s wedding. I’m sure when I’m alone at St. Monarch’s, I’ll beg you to kidnap me.”
“Are you looking forward to the wedding?”
She nods, then asks, “Will you be my plus one?” “Do you even have to ask?”
She chuckles again. “True. It’s three weeks from today.”
Leaning forward, I rest my forearms on my thighs. “I want you to promise me something.”
Abigail glances at me. “What?”
“That you’ll call me the second the demons come back. Don’t try to handle it on your own.”
“Oh, trust me, I’ll call you even if it’s at the ass-crack of dawn.” She brushes a couple more strokes of paint on the canvas, then tilts her head to look at her work. “I’m done.”
I shoot to my feet. “I’ve waited all week for this. Show me.” Abigail stands up from her stool, then orders. “Close your eyes.”
I obey and hear how she moves the easel, then she whispers, “You can look.”
My eyes lock on the artwork that evokes so many emotions in me, my heart squeezes in my chest.
She captured the woods perfectly. There are shadows of people peeking from behind the trees while streaks of color zip through the air. I can feel the laughter coming from the painting.
“Soooo?” My eyes dart to Abigail’s face when she speaks. Looking nervous, she’s biting her bottom lip. “Do you like it?”
I turn my gaze back to the canvas holding one of my favorite childhood memories. “It’s absolute perfection, Abigail.”
“Really?” Excitement pitches her voice as she looks at the painting.
I walk to my woman and sweep her up against my chest. Crashing my mouth to hers, I kiss the hell out of her before begging, “Don’t return to St. Monarch’s. Stay with me.”
Abigail wraps her arms around my neck and locks eyes with me. “I have to go back. I need time, so I can break the news that we’re dating to my father. If I stay here, he’ll find out.”
Being realistic, I ask, “What will you do if your father demands you stop seeing me?”
Abigail lets out a sigh. “If it comes to that, then at least I’ve tried.” Impatiently, I growl, “Meaning?”
“I’ll have to cut ties with my family.”
It’s not like her parents deserve to be called her family. Where were they when Abigail needed them most?
“You’ll always have a family here,” I assure her. “But will you be okay if it comes to that?”
Abigail nods. “You can’t miss something you never had.”
Christ, she’s so strong.
I press a tender kiss to her lips, then say, “I’ve transferred five million euros to your bank account.”
Shock ripples over her face. “Why?”
“So you have money of your own.” There’s no way I’m telling her it’s the money I got from the yakuza. It’s a secret I’ll take to my grave.
“Nikolai,” she breathes, once again looking at me like I’m one of the seven wonders of the world. “You didn’t have to do that.”
I tighten my hold on her. “You’re mine, Abigail, which means I have the honor of taking care of you.”
“When you say things like that, I swoon.” She presses closer to me. “And then I need you to fuck me because it makes my pussy all achy and needy.”
I grow hard at the speed of light. “Christ, I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
“Yeah?” A mischievous glint shines in her eyes, and I know what she’s going to say. “Punish me with your cock, Daddy.”
Christ, the effect those words have on me is unreal.
I bend at the waist and lift Abigail into the air. When I have her hanging over my shoulder, I stalk to the bedroom.
Dropping her on the covers, I order, “Strip naked. I want to see every inch of my most treasured possession.”
Opening the bedside drawer, I remove the handcuffs and vibrator I got on a quick trip to the mainland.
“Oooh…I like where this is going,” Abigail teases while she takes her clothes off.
I quickly undress, then gesture for her to lie down on the bed. “Spread your arms and grip hold of the headrest.”
Abigail obeys and allows me to cuff her wrists to the wood. As I move down her body, I say, “Tell me the moment it becomes too much for you.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that won’t happen,” she taunts me. I give her a wicked grin. “We’ll see about that.”
Climbing off the bed, I grab the vibrator and switch it on. The buzzing sound has Abigail spreading her legs wide open.
Fuck, I love her confidence.
I kneel between her thighs and slowly circle each of her nipples with the
toy.
I watch as her cheeks flush and her irises dilate, need tightening her
features.
“I’m going to show you what I want you to do when we’re on a call, and I’m fisting my cock.”
“Show me,” she begs.
Sitting back on my haunches, my left hand wraps around my hard-on while I brush the tip of the vibrator over her clit.
“Jesus. You’ll need to show me several times before I leave.” She gasps as I circle her opening. “I’m a slow learner.”
I pump my hard-on as I watch the tip of the vibrator push inside her. “Fuck, I love how your pussy wraps around the rubber.”
Her hips swivel while her eyes burn on my cock, and I stroke myself hard for her viewing pleasure.
I increase the vibration and push a little deeper. Abigail’s ass lifts off the bed, and she throws her head back.
“Jesus, Nikolai,” she moans. “Just fuck me already.”
I pull the vibrator out, and when her scowl lands on me, I thrust harder into my fist.
“You’re a tease,” she complains, her wrists straining against the cuffs.
“I have the entire afternoon and night to fuck you, Malyshka, and I intend to use every second of it.”
I start the torture process all over, and by the time I pull the vibrator out of her for a fourth time, Abigail is whimpering for her release.
She’s so fucking wet, her arousal coating the inside of her thighs.
I drop the vibrator on the bed, and bracing my hands on either side of her waist, I push painfully slowly inside her.
“Please,” she begs feverishly. “God, please.”
“Eyes on your god while you’re begging him,” I demand, my voice low with dominance.
Abigail’s gaze instantly connects with mine.
I watch as I slowly push inside her until I’m buried to the hilt, then pull out even slower, her arousal coating my cock.
“I love seeing my cock fuck your wet pussy.”
When I thrust inside her again, the imprint of my cock actually shows beneath her skin. I fucking reach all the way to her belly button.
I brush my fingers over her abdomen, feeling the indent of me so fucking deep inside her.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Losing my mind, I thrust faster, my eyes glued to her abdomen as I watch myself fuck her.
“Oh God,” she starts to chant, her body trembling. “Nikolai!” she cries. “Come, baby,” I give the order she desperately needs.
Abigail shatters beneath me, her moans and whimpers filling the air. I hammer into my woman as if my life would end if I dared to stop.
She’s sobbing by the time pleasure sizzles down my spine. My ass clenches, and I bare my teeth, the orgasm ripping through me, robbing me of all control.
Drained of my strength, I slump over Abigail while desperately gasping for air. “Christ…that…was…amazing.”
With some of my strength returning, I lazily plunge inside her, chasing the last of my orgasm.
“I’m dead,” Abigail groans beneath me. “But what a way to die.”