Chapter 56 Chapter 56
Chapter 56
Nina’s POV
The whisper sent a shiver down my spine. "Shhh." It was Nikolai. His voice low and warm in my ear. I turned slow, my heart pounding hard in my chest. His face was close, golden hazel eyes dark in the dim light, bandages still wrapped around his shoulder.
He did not say more. He just turned and walked down the hall. I followed without thinking, the thick comforter dragging behind me like a heavy tail.
My bare feet were quiet on the cold wood floor. The moans from the living room faded a little as we went deeper into the house.
He led me to a room at the end of the hall. It was dimly lit. A blend of old books and wine. Shelves lined the walls with leather bound volumes. Dust motes floating in the soft lamp light.
A big desk sat in the middle. Bottles of red and dark liquor on a side table. Glasses catching the glow.
The air smelled of paper and oak. Like secrets kept for years. Nikolai closed the door behind us with a soft click. The sound made my stomach flip.
I sat on a nook by the window. A cushioned bench with pillows. I pulled the blanket tight around me. Covering my body like armor. The see through nightie underneath felt too thin now.
Too exposed. Nikolai poured himself a glass of wine from a decanter.
The liquid swirled red and deep. He took a sip. His fingers played with the rim of the cup. Circling slow. His eyes on me the whole time.
I looked at him. "Can I have some?"
He smirked. "Too hard for you."
I scoffed. "After everything that happened. Nothing is too hard for me after the last month of my life." My voice came out stronger than I felt.
The memories flashed. The auction. The bombs. The blood.
He looked deep into my eyes. Like he could see all the cracks inside me. "Come get it."
I stood up. The blanket slipped a little but I caught it. I walked over. My feet slow on the rug. But the blanket tangled around my legs. I tripped. Fell forward right into him.
My body crashed against his. The wine glass tipped. Red liquid splashed across his chest. Soaking his shirt. He caught me with one arm. The other still holding the glass. He looked at me amused. His lips curving up. "Want to lick it off my body?"
I stared at his chest. The wine staining the white shirt. Making it stick to his skin. Showing the lines of muscle underneath. My hands shook a little. I reached up. Fingers fumbling with the buttons. I unbuttoned slow. One by one.
The fabric parted. Revealing his chest. Hard and sculpted. But then I gasped. A crazy scar ran across his skin. Jagged and old. Like something from a war.
He looked into my eyes. "It’s okay to run. I’m a beast."
I swallowed hard. My throat dry. But I did not run. I unbuttoned lower. Way down. The shirt fell open. His skin warm under my fingers. I leaned in. My tongue touched his biceps. Licking the wine slow. It tasted sweet and bitter.
Mixed with his skin. Salt and man. He moaned low. His hands gripped my arms. Tight but not hurting. His fingers dug in a little. Like he could not help it. He moved one hand to my head.
Guiding me. My lips trailed down. Licking the wine from his chest. Lower. Close to his crotch. I could see the bulge there. Getting harder. The fabric of his pants straining. His body tensed. He winced. Grabbed my hands. "No no." He grunted.
I gave him a look. "Feels like you enjoyed it."
He looked at me. "We are both hurt. I don’t think you want to do this." His voice serious now. Eyes searching mine.
"The scars?" I asked.
He took another gulp of vodka from a bottle on the desk. The liquid burned down his throat. I saw his Adam’s apple bob. "I used to be in the army. Marine. Shit happens."
"Want to talk about the shit?"
He nodded his head. "Maybe not today."
I looked at him. "Uhhh you are so serious and boring." I pointed to a book on the shelf. "What’s that?"
He turned to look. His attention off me for a second. I snatched the bottle quick. Took a long gulp. The vodka burned fierce. Half way down, I ignored the burning in my throat.
But he turned back. Took it away from me. "You little feisty thing." Amusement in his eyes. Sparkling like the wine.
I grinned. Sneaky. My hand slipped into his pocket. Pulled out a pack of cigars. I started running. Giggling. The blanket trailing. He was too fast. Even with his hurt hand. He caught me. His arms around my waist. Pulling me back.
But his hands still hurt. He winced and let go a little. I twisted free. Went for the vodka again. He used his legs to trap me. His thigh between mine.
Holding me close. I wiggled. Trying to get free. He chuckled. The sound deep in his chest. Vibrating against me.
"No way. I’m getting my way tonight." I said giggling. I bit his shoulder lightly. Tickled his sides. He was so strong. Even with one hand.
He grabbed my wrists. Pinned them. We started fake playing and fighting. Both breathing hard. Rolling on the rug.
My blanket fell away. Landing on the wooden floor. His body on top of mine.
Heavy but good. His hands mistakenly knocked the vodka. It poured on my see through nightie. Soaking the fabric.
Making it stick to my skin. He swallowed hard. Looked at me. Smirked.
His lips came down to my neck. Gently licking the vodka. His tongue warm and wet. Sucking lightly. My body arched. Reacting to him.
Heat spreading fast. He moved to my chest. Licking the wet fabric. His mouth found my nipple.
Sucked through the thin material. I gasped. Moaned loud. The sensation shot straight to my core. Making me wet. I held him.
My hands in his hair. Pulling him closer. He sucked harder. His teeth grazing. Pleasure building. My moans filled the room. Loud and needy.
I held him and moaned loudly
“Mmmmm”