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Chapter 176 176
His fingers massage the still trembling muscles of my thighs. “And I want you.”

“You do?”

“Knowing I can do that to you… that you react like that to me… it’s sexy as hell.”

“Really?”

He crawls over me, hooking his arms under my knees and bringing them slowly up until he’s directly above me. “Really. But you know what’s going to be even sexier?”

I feel the tip of him brushing against my center, teasing my opening. It makes it hard to focus on what he’s saying. But I’m pretty sure nothing could be sexier than this. I might actually die from how freaking sexy Nikolai Zhukova is.

But distantly, I hear myself respond. “What’s going to be sexier?”

“Making you come again,” he announces.

Then, with one thrust, Nikolai fills me.

He moves into me, stretching and pressing until I think there’s nowhere else for him to go. No possible way we’ll fit. And then he slides deeper.

A guttural sound I’ve never heard before comes out of me. I dig my nails into his shoulder blades. “Please,” I whisper.

I don’t know what I’m asking for, but Nikolai must have an idea. Because he sits back on his heels, grips my thighs, and drives into me again and again.

I throw my arms over my head. I arch my back. I grip handfuls of the comforter in search of anything to hold onto. None of it does much good to slow the tide swallowing me whole right now.

The slap of our bodies coming together fills the room, and I’m not sure there’s anything better than the sound of his heavy breathing. Nothing beats the way Nikolai falls apart.

“You take me so good,” he growls.

His hand slides down my thigh and his thumb finds my center. In slow, steady circles, Nikolai takes me to the next level. I lift my hips to meet his touch and his thrust, and it’s all too much in the best way possible.

I press my hand over my eyes, but he grabs my wrist and yanks my arm away. “I want to see you come.”

I meet his eyes, and the dark desire I find there is what sends me over the edge. My brows pull together and my lips part in a moan as my body clamps around him. Nikolai’s face creases in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“I can feel you around me.”

“Is it good?” I ask, even though I know the answer. Because there’s no way he isn’t feeling what I’m feeling. With every thrust, he drags out my pleasure. It feels like it could go on forever like this.

His eyes flutter closed. “So good. You feel so good, Belle.”

I reach down and hook my hands around his thighs. Then I slowly grind my body against him. Nikolai goes perfectly still.

“I came. Now, it’s your turn.” I push against him in deliberate, intoxicating strokes. “Eye for an eye. Orgasm for an orgasm.”

He looks down at where we’re connected, his eyes heavily lidded, pupils blown wide. This is the closest I’ve ever seen him to losing control.

“Let me do this for you,” I purr.

Nikolai slides his hands down my thighs. His fingers dig into the soft skin of my hips, and he pulls me more tightly against him.

With each wave of my body, friction drives me towards yet another peak. I palm my breasts, pinching my nipples between my fingers. And I hear Nikolai curse again.

“Touch yourself, kiska,” he commands. “Don’t stop.”

Part of me distantly suggests that I should be embarrassed, but this man has seen everything. My highs, my lows. He’s seen me crazy with rage and with lust. He’s seen me crying on the floor and moaning in ecstasy.

What’s crazy is that I want him to see it.

I want him to have all of it.

All of me.

I arch my back, and the new angle has me clenching my thighs around him. “I’m going to come again, Nikolai. I need it. I can’t stop.”

“Come with me,” he rumbles.

And just as the first wave of warmth moves through me, I feel him release.

This orgasm is a lazy kind of heaven. A bliss that presses me into the mattress and drags me to the edge of consciousness. It’s soft and delicate and perfect.

I feel Nikolai slide out of me and crawl onto the bed to lie next to me, but I don’t move. He kisses the swell of my breasts and chuckles. “Are you still alive?”

“Can someone die from too many orgasms?”

He laughs. “We could find out.”

“Don’t tempt me. I’m alive, but just barely. I’m alive… and deliriously happy. And exhausted.” I reach over and squeeze his hand. “Thank you.”

“For the sex or the gift?”

I bring his hand to my mouth and kiss his rugged knuckles. “For you.”

35

NIKOLAI

She falls asleep naked on the bed, her fingers twined through mine. She doesn’t stir when I slip out of bed and pull on my clothes.

It feels like a crime to walk away from Belle right now. My wife is gorgeous, her skin practically glowing in the dark room. She looks like a painting. I want to capture this moment and hang it on my wall. If I could, she’d sell for millions. Billions.

But I’d never give her up. She’s mine.

That thought alone pushes me out of the room. Who the fuck am I?

I’ve never let a woman fall asleep in my bed. Until Belle.

I’ve never let a woman live in my house. Until Belle.

I’ve never let anything come before my goals and the Bratva. Until Belle.

She is breaking all of my rules, and I don’t care in the slightest. She’s worth it.

Fifty million dollars, fifty billion. I’d give it all.

I’m so lost in thought that I don’t even realize where I’m going until I walk through the patio doors and cut across the lawn. The night is still warm. The moon is out, casting pale shadows across the lawn, and bugs hum and buzz from the trees. I want to wake Belle up and bring her outside. Right now, freshly fucked and still buzzing with an orgasm, I feel like a wild animal. Like a king. The world seems to be bowing to me, so now is not the time to mourn. I want to fuck Belle in the grass and fall asleep under the stars.

So maybe it’s actually the best time to mourn.

“God, you’re a fucking sap,” I mutter to myself in a voice that sounds like Arslan’s.

Tucked in a small alcove off of the main garden is an elaborate stone bench and tall hedges. A well-manicured, shaded place where I can sit and visit my mother.

I drop down onto the bench and pat the placard on the backrest. “Hey, Mom.”

Her name is smooth under my fingers, worn by years of sun and rain. Her headstone at the cemetery was in much worse shape, which was part of the reason I had her moved to the grounds. Here, I can make sure she’s well taken care of.

“You’d like her,” I say aloud. I always feel stupid talking to my mother, but there’s something calming about it, too. I just pick up like we’ve been talking all along. Like we never stopped. It’s all I have. “Her name is Belle. She’s a lot like you. Tender-hearted, loyal, headstrong. She’ll make a great mom to my children.”