Chapter 22 BAD DECISIONS

Chapter 22 BAD DECISIONS
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MIA
I didn’t realize my hands were shaking until I tried to open the door and missed the handle.
Once.
Twice.
My breath feels too fast and labored, as if my body is yet to catch up to the fact that I’m no longer pressed against him, no longer trapped beneath his hungry eyes and haunting touch. For some reason, it still felt like his fingers were on my skin, between my legs. Touching me, claiming me, looking at me like I was something he wanted but couldn’t have.
Stupid.
So stupid.
I take three steps down the corridor before I collide with something solid – or someone.
Strong hands catch my arm instantly, steadying me before I can stumble back. The sudden contact makes me suck in a sharp breath, my body reacting before my mind can catch up.
“Mia?”
Finn.
I freeze.
Up close, I can feel his grip, firm and protective. I hadn’t seen him in a while, and it bothered me, but I just assumed he was busy. He does have a busy life after all. His eyes scan my face; his brows furrow like he is worried.
“You’re shaking,” he says quietly.
I pull my arm back too fast. “I’m fine.”
He doesn’t seem to believe it. I see the tightening of his jaw, and his eyes flicker to my wrist.
“Did he –“ he stops himself, then swallows before speaking again. “Did something happen?”
My throat closes.
I have no idea how to answer his question. Something did happen, but not what he thinks. Nothing bad, I enjoyed every single moment.
“I just need to get to my room,” I say. I can hear my own voice shaking.
Finn hesitates, still staring at me like he’s trying to see through me. “You don’t look fine.”
I laugh, short and breathless. “You’re very observant.”
That earns a faint, pained smile.
He steps aside, giving me space but not turning away. I think he got the message. “If you need anything, food or water –“
“I don’t,” I cut in too quickly. I didn’t mean to, but my legs are shaking, and I need to get to my room.
He gives me a tight smile, then nods once. “Alright.”
I move past him, my shoulder brushing his arm. The contact sends another shiver through me, and I hate that he notices.
“Get some rest,” he says behind me. “And lock your door.”
I don’t look back.
By the time I reach my room and close the door behind me, my legs finally give out. I lean against the wood, eyes shut, breathing hard, my body still caught between fear and want and the echo of Nikoli’s touch.
The door opens softly, and I know it’s not Finn because he’s the only one who ever knocks around here.
Nikolai steps in, like he already knew he was welcome, or didn’t care if he wasn’t. The click of the door locking sends me into immediate panic.
“Nikolai –“
He doesn’t speak. My pulse leaps straight into my throat when I meet his gaze.
“You walked away shaking,” he says, his voice low and husky. “That bothered me.”
My mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
He steps closer, and I instinctively back up until the edge of the bed is pressed into the back of my knees. My mouth is pounding so hard I’m sure he can hear it.
“You told me to go to my room,” I manage to say.
“I know.”
He takes another step. Slower this time and more deliberate, like he’s testing how close he can get before I break.
“You didn’t say I couldn’t follow.”
The heat between us snaps tight, like a wire pulled too far.
“I should be angry,” I say, but my voice betrays me. “You can’t just…”
“I can,” he interrupts softly. “And you know it.”
His hand comes up, and I try to move away, only to land with my ass on the bed. I hate how my body reacts to his presence and him generally.
I can see the small smug smile on his face before his eyes move to my lips, and then the smile is gone.
“Tell me to leave,” he says seriously. “Tell me to leave… and I will.”
He doesn’t sound hopeful.
He sounds certain.
I swallow.
My breath tangles with his, and silence stretches between us. I don’t say it.
I can’t.
Something dark and satisfied flickers in his eyes, and it infuriates me but also arouses me in ways I can’t explain.
His fingers brush my jaw, tilting my face up just enough to force me to meet his gaze.
“You’re dangerous to yourself,” he murmurs. “Do you know that?”
Before I can answer, his mouth is on mine, in a way that knocks every single cell of reasoning out of my body. It felt nothing like with Finn. Nik has my toes curling and my hands grabbing onto his shirt without permission from my brain.
I reach for his pants and start undoing them, getting impatient. I want more, and there’s too much fabric between us.
His lips leave mine, and he starts taking off my top,
“This doesn’t change anything,” he says breathlessly. “You still sleep alone. You still follow my rules.”
His pants fall to the floor with his underwear, and his giant cock is standing there. My mouth waters, and I can barely process the words that are coming out of his mouth.
I swallow before taking it in my hand. I look up at his face to see his anticipating eyes before taking it into my mouth. He gasps, and I push back and slowly get on my knees so that I’m more comfortable.
I start rolling my tongue around the tip before taking in more. Images from that night, seeing him fuck that woman, start to invade my mind, and for some reason, it just turns me on even more.
I start moving, wetting his dick with my saliva and massaging it with my hand.
He grabs my hair and wraps it around his fist, steadying me as he takes over and fucks my mouth, hitting the back of my throat until he cums, spilling all of his juices in my mouth and over my face.
I would usually feel degraded, but for some reason, I feel elated, maybe because it’s been a while.
With my head all over the place, I am suddenly snapped back when he pulls me from my knees and tosses me on the bed.
It feels good to see him so out of control, wanting me as bad as I want him.
With his hands, he rips the pair of shorts that are underneath the short skirt and wearing, and that is the hottest thing a man has ever done.
I arch my back desperately, moaning. His tongue makes contact with my dripping entrance first, and I can’t help the way I scream in ecstasy.
I sure as hell was not expecting that!
He adds a finger in as he sucks on my pussy, and I grab onto the sheets and bury my face in the closest pillow.
He doesn’t stop or slow down; he goes faster, pushing me to the brink of finishing faster than I expected. Just as I am about to hit climax, he moves away, and I swallow the string of curses that are about to make it out of my mouth.
I turn around and see him stroking his dick and watching me, his hair wet from sweat, all over his face.
My body moves like it’s been possessed, wanting more than I’ve been given.
“Please,” the words come out strangled and small.
He chuckles and bites his lower lip before lining his dick in my entrance and plunging into me, filling me, thrust after thrust.
Fireworks explode in my head, and suddenly, staying here doesn’t seem like such a terrible idea.
How can something so wrong feel so right