A deep groan vibrates my knob. Justine's not growling in agreement; she's moaning because I used her real name. She has said many times the past year that she loves her nickname, but when we're behind closed doors, she prefers for me to call her Justine.
I had hoped when the number of whores in the Popov compound dwindled from hundreds to a mere dozen, her worry I'll grow bored of her would lessen. Regrettably, no matter how many times I assure her her tight cunt is the only one my cock wants to pound, her panic hasn't receded in the slightest.
It’s not all bad though. The harder she fights to keep me on the straight and narrow, the more savage my addiction becomes. Justine is my drug of choice. Nothing could make me stray away from her—not a single fucking thing.
I extract my cock from Justine’s mouth with a pop when I take a step back. She groans before raising her eyes to mine. I thicken even more. Her eyes are wide with lust and nearly black from how dilated her pupils are. Little beads of sweat dot her hairline, and the smooth panels of her stomach can’t hide the glistening between her legs. Myahrenis saturated and ready to be devoured.
I’ve just got one matter to settle first.
2
The frantic quiverof my pulse triples when Nikolai steps back far enough to get undressed without bumping me. I was so blinded by lust, the instant his cock was removed from his trousers, I had it in my mouth. I thought I would have him so spellbound by my impressive cock-sucking skills, he’d grant my numerous pleas to return home without his usual overprotectiveness, but all I did was prove I’m utterly defenseless when it comes to anything associated with him.
My appetite for him has always been feverish, but it’s grown worse the past month.
I can’t get enough of him.
After removing his boots and pants, Nikolai shrugs off his vest before working on his button-up shirt. Even with my mind blitzed from the call I took at the beginning of our celebration, I can't stop drinking him in. He is an extremely handsome man. The sneer of a madman, the body of an Adonis, and the stamina of a Greek god. He truly is every woman's fantasy, and the man I'd go to hell for without a second thought.
That’s why I can’t comprehend his worry about me returning home. I don’t want to go back to Hopeton permanently. I just want to witness my brother walk free. Two weeks after I was mauled by a dog, he was arrested and charged with murder. He’s not been home since. His release has been years in the making, so I refuse to miss it for anything or anyone.
My campaign to make Nikolai see sense through the madness is pushed to the side for the second time in less than thirty minutes when he stops to stand in front of me. From his recently trimmed hair to the widespread stance of his feet, he is exposed and unguarded.
Entranced by the heat bouncing between us, I track my eyes over him, taking in the rigid bumps of his stomach, stacked thighs, slim waist, and banging guns. The inappropriate thoughts I had about him the first time I saw him are accurate. He is the reason women buy sex toys and fathers buy guns. He is the representation of good and evil in one incredibly alluring package.
Not even the scars mottled throughout his vibrantly colored tattoos can deter his appeal. If anything, they make him more attractive. They show how strong he is—how he walked through the gates of hell and survived.
For each day that passes since Vladimir’s death, Nikolai emerges further from the darkness he was born in, although I don’t ever see him being fully freed from it. He was born into this industry. He doesn’t know life outside of it, and in all honesty, I don’t mind.
This industry isn’t for the weak, but I’ve seen it in a different light the past twelve months. Every person has good and bad points. The same can be said for mafia men. Nikolai may not have directly organized Maddox’s release, but I’m confident he is the only man capable of keeping him safe as he reintegrates into society. He will protect my family as fiercely as he guards me, because he knows how much they mean to me.
My swollen chest puffs more when Nikolai demands, “Eyes on me,Ahren.” His voice is hardened with lust, making his Russian heritage more notable.
The vein inflating his cock pulsates when my eyes rocket to his in an instant. Nothing has changed from the weekend we danced our first two steps forward, three steps back routine. The faster I submit, the brighter the passion in his eyes burns.
Peering down at me with arctic blue eyes, he completes the short two steps between us. A dash of coyness invades me when his eyes lower to take in my naked frame. It doesn't last long. His cock thickens more with every inch his eyes travel, proving he likes what he sees.
Just as I see his scars as medals of honor, he sees mine the same way. For some stupid reason, he believes they make me more attractive. Although I doubt that is the case, the glint in his eyes is undeniable.
“I’m going to lose myself in you,Ahren.There is no drug strong enough to replicate the high I get from your body.”
I smile, adoring that even after twelve months he’s yet to grow bored. Roman has often said the Popov housemaids are the pick of the bunch. Unfortunately, so are their whores. Nikolai had their devotion in bucket loads before he was crowned king of their empire. Now their wish to be beneath him has grown rampant. They’ll do anything to secure his attention.
Although I trust Nikolai, I didn’t just nearly lose my life five years ago; I lost a part of who I was. While Nikolai’s devotion has helped me regain a lot of the confidence I lost, watching him being propositioned is a knock even the biggest ego would struggle to tolerate.
I understand the whores’ plight. Witnessing Nikolai dote on me firsthand reveals he isn't just a powerful man. It shows that his heart is as devastatingly beautiful as his panty-wetting face. He truly has it all: looks, power, and stamina. I just thank god he wants me at his side, protecting and loving him as ravenously as he does me.
“Then. . .” Nikolai waits for my eyes to float to his before finalizing, “we’ll continue our discussion on the possibility of you seeing Maddox when he returns home.”
My brows furrow. “Continue?” I question, utterly lost.
Nikolai’s grin sends my heart racing. When he nods, I stare at him in shock and awe. I’ve been known to act like a naïve nymphomaniac in his presence, but this is ridiculous. Tonight isn’t supposed to be about me, but here I am, spaced out on lust.
I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. I’ve always said I feel like a queen when I’m bombarded by Nikolai’s affections. Whether quivering beneath him or helping a member of his crew with a legal matter, I’ve felt more at home the past year than I ever have.
This industry isn’t for the faint at heart, so I’m quickly learning how strong I truly am. I may be on my knees, but I have the entire world at my feet.
As if he can read my thoughts, Nikolai cups my chin in his hand and raises my head high into the air. “You are my queen,Ahren.With me at your side, you’ll never want for anything.”
