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There’s a lesson there, one I’m not sure I want or need or understand.
I roll over onto my side, aware I’m messing up the bed. He hates mess, at least this kind of mess. Niko is about order and control. I kick off my shoes, and they thump as they hit the floor.
This is why I still have my room next door. He put a TV in there for me, and most of my clothes are in there. It’s where I can make a mess and not annoy him.
I smile. Of course, I like to mess up our room, too. Just a little. Just to rile his feathers a bit. I love the edges it brings out in him, and boundary testing comes with delicious rewards.
Even though we just had sex and he ate me out to more orgasms than I think I can handle, my body wants more.Iwant more.
I roll to my stomach and grab his pillow, tucking it under me as I draw patterns on the white quilt with a finger. There’s also the other room, the one he kept me in when he kidnapped me. That was months ago, a lifetime ago, another era. So much has changed, and now…it’s where he punishes me. He’ll tie me up and lock me in as he watches through the camera. There are hooks so he can chain me up, a chair where he can tie me down and whip me, spank me, torture me with orgasms, or just fuck me.
The thought of that room’s so wrong, it’s exactly right.
Genius doesn’t quite get it, the little I tell her of what we do. From the outside, it looks like an imbalance of power. From where I sit, in the middle, we balance each other out, the power even.
Our games are…life blood.
Like his love.
The only thing the happiness snags against is his lack of interest in the wedding. He’ll give me what I want, but that’s not us finding a way for what we want, together.
I might be young, my life might be on a good trajectory with business ideas I get to test, but surely, he should be more into our future together than he seems. He’s a lot older, but just agreeing with me, down to our big Italian wedding plans, gets to me. Just a little.
Like right now… Nikolai ordered me to pack. Normally, he’d be choosing everything, taking in the thrill of dressing me.
This feels like disinterest.
Hell, I don’t know. Niko’s told me he loves me; not often, but he doesn’t need to. His actions, and those rare words, are enough.
Disinterest, on the other hand…
“Stop, Rose,” I mutter, rolling onto my back to clutch the pillow, closing my eyes.
Every day that passes, I fall for him more and more.
The door opens, and it’s him. Apart from the fact that no one else would dare, I’m so attuned to him that the moment he’s near, I already know it.
He doesn’t say a word, and the bed dips slightly as he climbs in, sliding down next to me, plucking the pillow away. The fluttery breeze of its flight through the air brushes my skin like a caress before he touches me.
The slight roughness of his fingers whispers down along my cheek to my lips, along my throat, pausing to press at the pulse point, before finally crawling to my breast, palming and stroking and plucking.
Niko sighs, his breath hot on my ear as his tongue traces against the shell. “What am I going to do with you?”
The hand leaves my breast and slides down my stomach, hip, to rest on my outer thigh.
I open my eyes and look into the dark onyx of his. Nikolai’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, and he’s mine. All mine. I wiggle a little closer to him and coil my fingers around his loosened tie, tugging him to me.
“Don’t know? You’re a smart man. I bet you can think of something.”
His gaze dips to my mouth, and his lips curve slightly. “Playing with fire, Rose?”
I shiver. He might be a little sweeter toward me now, but the man punishes hard, playing more than before. Thankfully, all of it leads to greater pleasure and delights.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Fucking Rose.”
Once, he let me tie him up. He’d been free the whole time, but for me, he stayed like that, let me do what I wanted, and… Next time, I’m getting handcuffs.
