Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Slowly, I start to alternate between rubbing circles around her opening and flicking her clit.
“Jesus,” she moans as she drops the paintbrush and grabs hold of the easel for support. I push her forward until she’s pressed against the wet painting before rubbing the fuck out of her clit.
Her hips swivel, her ass grinding against my thigh.
With my free hand, I unzip my pants and fist my hard-on. With every stroke I give myself, I finger her harder.
“Nikolai,” she whimpers while gripping the easel so tightly her fingers turn white.
“Come, Malyska,” I order as I thrust my finger inside her. Her inner walls grip me tightly as she lets out a cry.
The instant she comes down from her high, I turn her around and order, “On your knees.”
Abigail sinks down to the ground, and not waiting for my instruction, she takes me deep into her mouth.
Fuck.
I’m so worked up by this woman that I don’t give a flying fuck that the guard can see us on the live security feed. At least my back is to the camera.
Abigail goes to town on my cock, and seconds later, she’s swallowing every drop I give her. My eyes burn on her face, the tears spiraling down her cheeks, and her swollen lips.
She might be the one on her knees, but I have a feeling if I give her half a chance, she’ll have me kneeling before her for the rest of my life.
Did I mention I’m fucked?
Clearly, my brain didn’t receive the message.
While she climbs to her feet, I tuck my cock away and pull up the zipper.
Paint coats the front of Abigail’s shirt, and her hair is a wild mess.
Carefree. It’s the only word I can use to fully describe her.
Lifting my hand to her face, I cup her cheek and brush my thumb over her bottom lip. Instead of running like before, I lean down and press a soft kiss to her mouth.
Unable to give her anything more, I turn around and walk toward the path.
“Nikolai,” she calls out. I stop but don’t turn to look at her. “Don’t get stuck in your head because of this. It’s just harmless fun.”
Harmless fun. I wish that were the case for me.
I don’t say anything in reply and continue to walk toward the castle.
What if I’m the one to fall in love with Abigail, and she can’t return my feelings? It would serve me right for deceiving Anja.
Chapter 16
Abbie
I’ve decided to take it easy on Nikolai. Maybe if I’m patient and I give him time, he might actually consider being in a relationship with me.
But until that happens, I’m keeping my heart under lock and key and enjoying the ride. Literally.
My father will lose his shit if Nikolai wants a relationship with me.
The thought makes me chuckle as Aurora and I walk out of the castle.
I give Elio a nod while he and Aurora greet each other. He’s her personal bodyguard who always ends up babysitting my ass by default. It’s no secret I don’t get along with the man. He’s too overbearing for my liking.
We climb into the backseat of the armored SUV and wait for the guards to get in.
“Ready?” Elio asks from the driver’s seat.
No. I really don’t want to leave the grounds after last weekend’s attack. I wonder if my father even knows it happened.
“Yes,” I mutter.
Aurora looks just as worried as me, and I reach over to give her hand a squeeze. “We have an army with us.”
Smiling, she says, “You’re right.”
She takes out her phone and is probably texting with Misha while I stare out the window.
Nikolai surprised me yesterday. Not only did he apologize, but he instigated the intimate moment between us.
I wasn’t lying when I told him he’s an enigma. I’m struggling to figure the man out. Since we met, he’s been guarded.
Okay, I understand he runs a billion-dollar diamond empire, and his family runs the bratva. You don’t live long in our world if you trust random people.
And that’s what I am to him. Just a random girl.
Maybe I should ask him to join me for a romantic dinner where we can get to know each other?
I let out a snort.
Something slams into the SUV, startling the ever-living shit out of me.
“Get down behind the seats,” Elio roars.
I quickly slide down between the seats, my eyes darting to Aurora’s ashen face.
When the SUV is hit by another spray of bullets, she screams, “It’s an attack!”
I hope she’s on a call with Misha
Fuck, I knew I should’ve stayed at St. Monarch’s!
When more bullets hit the SUV, I cover my head and let out a desperate cry.
With the hit on Aurora canceled, it’s clear they’re after me.
I don’t want to die.
We’re shot at again as Elio swerves around other cars, trying to lose our attackers.
“Misha,” Aurora whimpers as the SUV swerves again. “I’m scared.”