Page 16 of Bratva King's Secret Twins
He speeds up the ministrations on my clit. “Cum for me, Kotik. Cum for me.” His cock pounds into me. My body offers no resistance this time, completely enraptured by Nik. I attempt burying my face into his chest.
“No. You look at me when you cum.”
I swear it’s his eyes that do me in. Those damn blue eyes. I convulse against him, bringing him over the cliff with me this time.
The only sound in the room is our labored panting. After a while, he slowly pulls out of me, his cum dripping out of me on the sheets. I pout at the emptiness he’s left me with.
“Nik?” I whimper as he rubs my ass idly.
“Yes, Kotik?”
“We have to do that again.”
“You read my mind, Kotik. Give me ten.”
Iawaketo Nik’s soft snores. He looks younger when he sleeps, the rays of the morning kissing the stress of the world from his brows.
Nik and I went for two more rounds after the first, collapsing on each other out of exhaustion. It was amazing sex. Maybe even the best sex I’ll ever have. I smooth his hair back, and he nuzzles into my hand, moving closer to me.
I could stay here looking at him like this for hours. I could get used to waking up next to his soft blue eyes and hearing the rasp of his voice in the morning, but I can’t. It’s probably around 6 a.m. and I need to go before he wakes up. If he still wants me in the daylight, then I will never leave.
I would be in love if I wasn’t already. But my life doesn’t fit into Nikolai’s. I have debt from my father. I can’t leave my nana alone to follow him. I want to go back to law school and get my degree from Georgetown. I mean this time I might not be top of the class, but I would be achieving my dreams. Dreams that have to wait for Papa’s debt to be paid off, and despite the power Nikolai seems to have, Mason runs DC. If Mason found out I was with Nik, he would do worse than cut off a pinky. Probably cut off his head and make me watch.
A shiver runs up my spine as the image of a decapitated Nik flashes across my eyes. No, I can’t do that to him, not when he would be the closest thing I will ever have to a love story. I grab a dress shirt out of his closet, my phone off the floor, and the shreds of my dress from last night. The soft fabric of his button-up makes me quiver, and I inhale the familiar musky, wood scent of Nikolai.
I freeze when Nik rolls over onto his back, deciding it is better for me to just grab my shoes and abandon my underwear, because it’s not like it’s intact anyway. On my tip-toes, I makemy way out of his penthouse, closing the door lightly behind, thinking I made it out safe when a throat clears next to me.
“Oh my god!” I grab my chest and scowl at the security guard eyeing me. “You scared me.”
“Ma’am, does Mr.Petrov know you are stealing his clothes as you leave?” he asks me, bored, as he glances over my clothing.
“I don’t think he will mind,” I say, rubbing the cuff of his shirt between my thumb and forefinger.
“Should I wake him up and check?”
The guard shifts to open up the door, and I launch myself at him, grabbing his forearm. If he wakes Nik, I know I won’t be able to leave. One look. One word in that panty dropping accent would make me fold, and I would never leave his arms again.
“Wait, look.” I show him the shredded pieces of my dress. “Surely he won’t miss one shirt. I mean look at what he did to my dress!”
He eyes the pieces of fabric and smirks. “Seems like a good fuck to me.”
“Fuck off,” I snap, taking a step back from him. “Look, I have to go. I wouldn’t steal his shirt if he left me anything to wear, okay?”
The guard takes a deep breath and rubs the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “Fine.”
“Thank you,” I huff, and scurry to the elevator, entering the doors as soon as they open. When the guard keeps staring at me, I give him a small wave and a wide smile. He just nods, staring forward. Once the doors close, I lean against the furthest wall and take a deep breath.
I can’t believe I am doing the walk of shame after a night with Nikolai. I want to go back upstairs. I want to wake him up with a kiss. I want his hands on my body the way they were last night.Shit, I just want him,but I can’t have him. I can’t make his life ten times more complicated. I can’t force him to be with me. It doesn’t matter anyway; men like Nik meet women like me everyday. He’ll forget about me soon enough.
The doors open, and to my delight, I don’t see anyone immediately. I press my phone power button to order a cab, but the thing is so dead the dead battery alert won’t even pop up. I huff, running my hand through the mess of my hair as I look around.
“Are you alright, ma’am? Do you need me to call someone?” A warm voice breaks me out of my panic, and I look back with a sheepish grin on my face. It’s a woman with big red hair, brown eyes, and a hotel uniform on.
“Uh, yes… Can you order me a cab?”
“Sure thing.” She beams. “Who were you rooming with? Or what room number are you?”
“Oh,” I wave my hand, “that doesn’t matter.”