Chapter 59 Chapter 59
Chapter 59
Nina’s POV
I stared at him. My chest rose and fell fast. The rose toy lay buzzing on the desk, forgotten. My body still trembled from the orgasm he pulled out of me. My thighs were slick. My nightie stuck to my skin. The room smelled of vodka, sweat, and us.
“Yes,” I whispered. My voice came out shaky but sure. “You can kiss me. And have me. Completely yours.”
His eyes darkened. The golden hazel turned almost black. He leaned closer. His breath touched my lips. I felt the heat of him. The beast inside him was right there, barely held back.
“But only on one condition,” I added. I smiled small. Weak. But I held his stare.
He tilted his head. Waiting.
“Make your prize,” I said.
He snorted. Low. Rough. “Not everything is about money, Mr. Nikolai.”
I used his name like a weapon. He flinched. Just a little. But I saw it.
He leaned back. Crossed his arms. The bandage on his shoulder stretched tight. Blood still seeped through. “Everything is about money and power,” he said. Voice flat. “Name any car. Any amount. You will have it.”
I shook my head. My hair fell in my face. I pushed it back. “No.”
I kicked lightly at his shin. Not hard. Just enough to make him feel it. “Let me hear your condition. If you agree to set me free.”
He laughed. Short. Dark. “You’re a funny one.” He stepped closer again. His hand came up. Touched my cheek. Thumb brushed my bottom lip. “I might as well kiss other lips.”
Before I could answer he bent down. Grabbed me under my thighs. Lifted me like I weighed nothing. One arm. The wounded one. I gasped. Shocked. My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. My arms went around his neck. His shoulder must have screamed in pain but he did not show it.
He carried me to the desk. Threw everything off with one sweep of his free arm. Books. Pens. The briefcase. The rose toy. All crashed to the floor. Loud. Clattering. He did not care.
He set me on the edge of the desk. Spread my legs wide. His hands pushed my thighs apart. Rough. Possessive. My nightie rode up. Nothing underneath. I was bare. Open. Wet.
He looked down. His eyes locked on my pussy. Pink. Swollen. A little curly hair around it. He licked his lips. Slow. Hungry. His cock strained against his pants. Huge. Obvious. He looked feral. Like he wanted to eat me alive.
I tried to close my legs. Shy. Sudden. But his hands held firm. Did not let me.
His head lowered. Lips kissed my inner thigh. Soft at first. Then harder. Teeth grazed. Tongue licked a slow line up. Closer. Closer. My body shook. Every nerve on fire.
Then his mouth was on me.
He kissed my pussy slow. Lips gentle. Almost reverent. I gasped. My hands flew to his hair. Gripped tight. His tongue flicked out. Licked my clit. Once. Twice. Slow circles. I moaned loud. Back arching. Legs trembling.
He pulled back just enough to speak. Voice rough. “Shhhhh. Or I will have to shut your mouth with a kiss. But I don’t want to cross the line. Because I won’t set you free. And I don’t want you gone.”
Then he went back. Tongue diving deeper. Licking inside me. Sucking my clit. His nose pressed against me. He moaned into my pussy. The vibration made me cry out. My hips bucked. Riding his face. He gripped my thighs harder. Held me open. Ate me like a starving man. Tongue thrusting. Lips sucking. Teeth grazing just enough to make me see stars.
I clenched my hands in his hair. Pulled him closer. Moaned louder. Body shaking. The pleasure built fast. Too fast. My thighs quivered. My toes curled. I felt it coming. Hard.
I came. Screaming his name. Pussy pulsing. Juices dripping down his chin. He drank me. Licked every drop. Kept going until I was whimpering. Oversensitive. Begging.
He pulled back. Lips shiny. Eyes wild. Breathing hard.
He stood. Hands shaking as he opened his belt. The buckle clinked. Pants dropped. His cock sprang free. Huge. Thick. Veiny. Throbbing. Pre-cum glistened at the tip. I stared. Heart beating fast. I had never seen anything like it.
“Easy, princess,” he said. Voice hoarse. “I want you.”
I nodded. Soft. Scared. Excited.
He reached for a condom from the desk drawer. Rolled it on quick. Hands steady even though his shoulder bled.
He stepped between my legs again. Lined himself up. The head pressed against my entrance. I tensed. So tight. He felt it. Froze.
He lifted his head. Looked at me. Eyes searching.
“What the fuck, Nina? Tell me the truth. Are you a virgin?”