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I go to the front door, look at the two windows with gray shutters on either side, and smile. There are also two black lanterns on either side of the door that are turned on. I bet he’s been planning this for days now behind my back, and I don’t even care. Joy fills my chest as I keep looking at the house that already feels like home, and my eyes water all over again.
Looking back at Nik, we make eye contact and he grins.
I’ve never been to a house like this. Every house I’ve lived in has been traditionally Italian. My father built them that way, even though the inside decor doesn’t match the outside. The modern decor is due to interior decorators who clearly weren’t aware of the Italian roots. I don’t know what happened there. Or maybe my mom is sick of everything being dictated by my father, and she found a way to rebel.
Either way, it won’t be the same with Nik and me. No, we’re going to make this house our home, and we’re both going to love how it looks. I want to pour my heart into it.
Nikolai comes to my side and unlocks the gray front door, which perfectly matches the shutters and the metal tin roof. He opens it and steps back, letting me go in first. I look around in awe at the open floor plan, so unlike the house I’ve been living in during college, which has all the rooms separated. This is refreshing. I can’t even help comparing at this point.
We’re greeted by a large living room with a three-piece sectional sofa, what looks to be around a sixty-five-inch television hung on the wall, and a small table under it that I’ll be sure to redecorate. The wall behind the small table has white-planked wainscoting, and I smile at all the small details. All the gray couch is missing is about thirty throw pillows and some throw blankets to make it as bohemian as possible. Then again, Nik knows I’d probably like to take care of that and left me a blank canvas.
The kitchen is right next to the living room, and I practically run to it. It’s not the biggest kitchen I’ve ever seen, but it’s spacious enough for the two of us. There’s an island in the middle with four barstools and plenty of counter space. The walls match the rest of the house with white planking as well as white cabinets. Even the stainless steel appliances look brand new, and I grin. He knows me so well.
From there, we move on to look at all the other rooms. There are three standard bedrooms and an ensuite bedroom as well. There’s already two of the rooms set up for me with my belongings inside. One of them has a wall with built-in bookshelves—which is so thoughtful—with all my poetry books on it. On the other side are my paintings, easels, and some of my supplies. There’s a closet door open to show my materials and everything I need to paint with.
I spin around with tears in my eyes and look at him with a smile on my face. No one has ever been this thoughtful with me before, and this reminds me why every day I’m so thankful I chose him as my husband.
“One more room,” he announces, dragging me by the arm and taking me to the next place. “I think you’ll like this one.”
My jaw drops when he opens the door to a studio with a barre along one wall, and all the walls lined up with mirrors. How long has he been working on this? This clearly took a lot of work.
“Do you like it, princess?”
I spin around in a circle to see yet another closet with my belongings. Tutus, stockings, pointe shoes, dresses, makeup. Everything is in here.
“More like I love it, Nik.” I shake my head. “What the hell? When did you do all of this?”
He smiles. “Before you got taken.”
“I love it, Nik,” I say with a groan, “I love you.”
“Show me, princess.” He grins, pulling his shirt off one-handed. “Get on your knees and show me.”
I get closer and unbutton his jeans, then push them down his legs. Instead of replying, I kneel and look up at him, knowing it drives him crazy when I do what he wants.
Fisting his cock, I pump him a few times and take him into my mouth. “That’s my good fucking girl,” he groans, burying his hand in my hair and tugging on me so I take him deeper.
Nik thrusts into my mouth savagely, hitting the back of my throat repeatedly, making me gag. But just as abruptly, he stops. With his hand in my hair, he throws me to the ground, and my shoulder blades take the brunt of the fall. Pain sears through my back and I wince, but he doesn’t care right now, and neither do I.
Quickly, I take off my pants and underwear and throw them to the side. He stares at me for a beat, his tongue poking out of his mouth to wet his bottom lip, and he steps out of his pants. I salivate all over again at the sight of his long, thick cock, and when he drops to his knees in front of me I spread my legs.
He groans again as he spreads my pussy lips. “So wet for me already.”
Dipping his fingers into my wetness, he enters me with two of them and hooks them, making me see stars. His thumb circles my clit expertly, and my toes curl as the pleasure invades every cell in my body. Fuck, it feels so good, but I wanthim. Not his fingers.
I begin to rock my hips back and forth, taking his fingers deeper, and whisper, “More. Please. I want you.”
“What do you want, princess?”
“Fuck me.Please.”
“So sweet.” He tsks. “But I want you to beg.”
“Please, Nik,” I beg, “Pleasefuck me. I want you to come inside me. I want to be sore later when we’re done.”
“Such a dirty mouth.” He smirks, withdrawing his fingers and pushing them back in, admiring my pussy. “And a pretty little cunt.”
I groan as my back arches off the hardwood floor and spread my legs even wider. He drags me by my hips until his cock is at my entrance, then enters me slowly. Unexpectedly, he drops to his elbows until we’re nose to nose, and he kisses me.
