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Now, I want to wrap my fingers around her neck and watch as the life leaves her sleazy eyes.
“Leave,” I say, still speaking so calmly despite the pent-up chaos brewing inside me.
“Baby, please—”
“Nuh-uh,” Nikolai cuts her off this time as he yanks her from my grip and pushes her toward the door. “He’s not your fucking baby.”
He’s dressed now, if boxer briefs can be considered that, and I drag my gaze away from him.
If I don’t, I’ll be tempted to punch him, and I don’t fucking do that.
Clara stares between us, brow furrowing, and I fix my eyes on her, hands jammed in my pockets, without saying a word.
“Off you go,” Nikolai barks and throws the Chanel bag at her. “Don’t let me see you again.”
She wants to say something else, but Nikolai’s glare seems to scare her to the bone, because she jogs out of the room as if she’s being chased.
Soon after, I hear the ding of the lift, but her smell doesn’t disappear.
Fucking flowers.
It lingers in the room and on the man behind me like a ghost.
Fuck him.
Refusing to face him, I start toward the door. “Well, good night, then.”
“Fuck no.” He slams the door shut with a palm on the side of my head. His chest presses to my back, jamming me against the wood as his hot breaths whisper in my ear, “You’re not going anywhere, lotus flower.”
13
NIKOLAI
Ican taste the flames of hesitation and the warring conflict rolling off my lotus flower in waves, and I want to dart my tongue out and consume it.
Suck it between my lips.
Crunch it beneath my teeth.
Bran’s back muscles stiffen underneath my chest like whenever he’s trying to fight, escape, or reject whatever lurks in his scornful head. I’ve given up trying to understand how his mind works, give him space, or be logical about these emotions sweeping me away.
Isuckat that.
My modus operandi has always been to act first and think of consequences later. There’s no reason why that should change now.
Besides, he obviously wants me. I can see it in his mystic eyes that often conceal his feelings, but when the mask drops, I catch a glimpse of my reflection in that coral blue, surrounded by a halo of lust.
Sure, there’s also hate and disregard as well. There’s confusion and self-preservation. But who gives a fuck about those irrelevant emotions?
Certainly not me.
Tension rolls and crackles whenever we’re in the same space. It doesn’t matter whether it’s in public or in the confinement of my bedroom. If he’s here, I’m soaring and riding on the high of his presence.
The beast in me wants to drag out the hidden beast in him and play.
I want to shatter his control, wreak havoc on his golden-boy image, and disrupt his life.
I want to sink my teeth into his skin and feed on the lust that radiates from his unsaid words.
