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I try to clear my head, which is impossible under the circumstances. “Who’s who?”
“The girl who was throwing herself in your arms atmyfucking fight.”
“A-Ava?”
“Ava. Her name would look fucking pretty on a gravestone.”
“What the…” I sober up a little and try to release myself from his grip. His fingers dig into my skin, prohibiting me from moving.
Christ. I’ve always loved how big he is, but it’s a nuisance when I try to get him off me.
“Didn’t take you long to find a replacement forClara.” He snarls her name as if it’s a curse word and bites my jaw, my throat, and my Adam's apple. “But I’m going to make them all disappear. Mark my fucking words.”
I groan at every nip, my cock thickening until it’s straining painfully against my trousers. Why do I love it so much when he’s rough?
“A-Ava…is my childhood friend. You…met her during that game at the pub.”
He lifts his head abruptly, eyes flicking and brow furrowing. I still don’t like the look on his face, but it eases a bit, harsh but recognizable. “So that’s where I’ve seen her. She’s not Clara’s replacement?”
“What? Of course not. My cousin would kill me.”
“I will fucking killhimor anyone who dares to touch what’s fucking mine.”
I gulp past the lump in my throat as I search his wild features, and my lips part when I realize he means every word.
It should repulse me, send me running again, but my cock has turned as hard as stone and I’m delirious.
My lungs fill with his scent—mint, blood, and all male. It coils and rattles inside me with overwhelming strength.
No one has ever said that to me. No one has ever been so obsessed with me that they act like they’d move heaven and earth to protect me.
I shouldn’t even want protection or this toxic connection.
But the reality I’ve been trying to ignore crashes into me.
I want him.
I fuckingcravehim. So much it hurts.
So I lift my head and capture his lips in a punishing kiss. I thrust my tongue inside his mouth and taste the metallic blood. I taste the desperation. The aching lust.
I fuck his mouth as hard as he fucked me over.
The constant fear of falling apart vanishes when he gives back as ferociously as he takes, robbing my breath.
The constant pain that I breathe day in and day out crumbles and caves like it does every time Nikolai touches me. My insides don’t feel as hollow or as desolate, and I can breathe air that’s not soaked in black ink or filthy nausea.
It scared the shit out of me the first time and every time after, but now, I couldn’t care less about the aftermath of the pleasure.
If fear and pain are the price I must pay for another taste of him, then so be it. I wrench a hand out of his grip and sink it into his hair, tearing the elastic band away and letting the strands fly free.
He’s right. I fucking love kissing him.
But most of all, I love how he kisses me. It’s hard and dominating but also overwhelmingly passionate.
His tongue slurps on mine and his fingers dig into my jaw so that he can feed me his.
I’m intoxicated.
