26. Nik

Chapter 26

Nik

I warned her.

Again and again, I told Kat it was a bad idea to play these games with me.

But as usual, she didn’t listen. Worse, she wanted to see me lose all control, to have me eating out of the palm of her hand—just like she promised to do with McGuire.

“Fucking have me,” she dared.

If only it were that simple.

Left with no other choice, I dragged her into the back of the car with me, kicking and screaming. Her protests fill the confined space, but I don’t give her the satisfaction of seeing me snap. After watching her with McGuire, I’m already too close to it.

I toss the bane of my existence onto the front-facing seat, taking the one across from her. That’s when the tirade starts. She doesn’t hold back, launching into a passionate rant about how she’s “done” with mobsters, how we’re all going to be the death of her, and how I, naturally, am the worst of them all. All I can do is watch her, marveling at her flair for the dramatic.

With no sign of tiring, she adds, huffing, “Mother Theresa herself wouldn’t have had the patience to deal with your mood swings and awful communication skills!”

“For the love of God, just shut up,” I groan, rapping my knuckles on the partition between us and the driver, signaling him to start driving.

“Why don’t you come over here and make me?” she fires back, her flirtatious words a sharp contrast to her biting tone.

I lean forward, resting my forearms on my knees, my gaze locked on hers. “I want you to listen to me, and I want you to listen very carefully,” I say, my voice as steady as I can manage. “You are treading on very thin ice right now. I’ve been patient with you— very patient—but you have no idea how close I am to snapping. And trust me, Kat, you won’t like me very much when that happens.”

The look she gives me makes my blood boil. “Try me,” she rasps, crossing her legs with deliberate defiance. “Somehow, I really doubt that.”

“You’re playing with fire,” I warn her.

“Good,” she shoots back, sweeping her dark hair away from her face with a flick of her wrist. “It’s about time. Because what I’ve been feeling for you is already burning me alive. And don’t even bother denying it—not after last night, and definitely not after tonight. I know a jealous man when I see one.”

“This won’t end the way you’re hoping,” I mutter through gritted teeth. Denying it would be pointless, and she damn well knows it.

“I’ll take my chances,” she says, sliding across the leather seat toward me with the grace of a predator closing in on its prey.

“I’m only going to say this once,” I snap as she rises from her seat, her eyes locked on mine. “Your silly attempts at seducing me aren’t welcome.”

With a smirk that could make lesser men crumble, she drops onto my lap, her soft curves molding perfectly against me. Without a word, she wraps her arms around my neck, her fingers threading into my hair as she straddles me. Then she leans forward and tortures me with a flick of her tongue against the seam of my lips. “Liar,” she whispers against my mouth.

I don’t know who moves first—her or me—but one second, her taunt lingers in the air; the next, my hands are in her hair, pulling her mouth to mine with enough force to shatter whatever restraint I have left. Soon, I can't tell where her breaths end and mine begins. It’s pure, all-consuming bliss. I slide my other arm around her waist, desperate to obliterate any distance between us. My free arm snakes around her waist, crushing her body to mine, desperate to erase the space between us.

She yanks my hair, hard, and I groan, the line between pain and pleasure blurring into something recklessly addictive. “If you don’t like my teasing,” she breathes, her lips trailing down my neck, “then why are you moaning?”

“I’m a man, Kat—I groaned, not moaned. And I’m already dying to fuck you,” I growl against her skin, my lips brushing the delicate line of her collarbone. “Don’t push me.”

“Then fuck me,” she whispers into my ear, her teeth grazing my lobe, her words igniting every nerve in my body. “I want you. I need you—with me, on me, and in me.”

A sound escapes me, something between a snarl and a tortured groan, and I grab her red silk dress, yanking it over her head in one fluid motion. The moment I see her fully exposed on top of me, the sight nearly unmans me.

Her gorgeous breasts are bare, her dusky pink nipples taut and begging for my attention. Her mouthwatering curves are almost completely on display, save for the flimsy scrap of silver silk covering her between her legs. The tiny, sparkling crystal straps of her maddening excuse for underwear catch the dim light, making her look even more enthralling and hypnotic.

She doesn’t flinch under my gaze. If anything, she leans into it, arching her back as she rests her hands on my knees and spreads her legs, inviting my scrutiny.

I drag my eyes to her face, and something in my chest tightens painfully. The look in her eyes—a mixture of raw desire and absolute satisfaction—is enough to undo me completely.

“Like what you see?” she asks, her voice low and teasing. Her hands trail languidly from her stomach to her chest, cupping her breasts with deliberate slowness. She rotates her hips over my painfully hard erection, her every movement calculated to drive me closer to madness.

“You know I do,” I rasp, grabbing her hair and wrapping it tightly around my fist. My free hand slides along the edges of her silk thong, tracing her skin before cupping her firmly through the thin fabric. I pull her face close to mine, our breaths mingling.

“You’re mine to touch. No one else’s,” I growl, my voice rough with need. The image of her in another man’s arms burns in my mind, igniting the need to remind her who she belongs to, and I tighten my grip on her. “Say it.”

Her lips curve into a sultry smile as she whispers, “No one else’s, Nik.”

“Good girl,” I murmur, my mouth brushing against the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder. I press a wet, lingering kiss there, savoring the way her body responds to my touch.

"I need you to fuck me hard—hard enough to make me forget all men but you." Her breathless plea sends a jolt through me, straight to my cock. I grab her silk thong, tearing it away in one swift motion. She gasps, her eyes widening, the sound a heady mix of shock and desire. “Fuck, yeah. Please, Nik…”

I don’t need to be told twice. My hand cups her, fingers sliding between her wet lips. She’s warm and soaked, drenching my fingers as I groan against her neck, biting her soft skin, desperate to taste her.

“Nik,” she pants. The sound of my name coming from her lips as I finger her wet pussy almost breaks me in two. My thumb circles her swollen clit, slow and deliberate, while my lips find her taut nipples. I suck on them, teasing with my tongue, as she presses her hips down hard—against my hand, against my cock. Even through the thick fabric of my clothes, her heat sears me, and I almost come in my pants.

“ Kiska ,” I groan, my voice rough against her chest. “You’re so wet. Come here. I need to feel you around me.”

“ Yes . Do it,” she demands, her voice ragged. “Fuck me. Now.”

With my free hand, I slap her ass once, the sharp crack echoing in the air as I tease her entrance with the tip of my fingers. "Watch it," I whisper against her lips. “You know better than to speak to me like that. Want to try that again?”

“Nik,” she gasps, her hands framing my face as her lips hover inches from mine. “Please fuck me. Hard. Please, Nik. Pretty please, with a cherry on top.”

A growl rumbles deep in my chest as I grab her hips, but instead of giving her what she wants, I push her off me. She stumbles slightly, landing on the seat, her expression a mix of frustration and arousal. “Bad girl,” I say, my voice laced with warning. “You’re in trouble now. On your knees.”

Her eyes widen, surprise flickering before mischief takes over. "Are you going to spank me again?" she breathes, dropping to her knees between my legs.

“No,” I reply, unbuckling my belt with deliberate slowness. “There’s no point. You’d enjoy it far too much.”

Realization dawns in her expression, her pupils dilating as her gaze drops to the growing bulge in my pants. “Oh,” she whispers, her breath hitching.

“My thoughts exactly,” I say as I free my painfully hard cock from the confines of my boxers. Wrapping her hair around my fist again, I tug her closer. My voice drops to a growl as I command, “Now, come here and take your punishment like a good girl.”

And God help me, looking up at me through those thick lashes, she does.

She tentatively flicks her tongue over the head of my cock, her eyes never leaving mine. The sight alone is almost too much, and a tortured sound rumbles deep in my chest.

“Kat,” I groan. Or beg. I don’t even know anymore.

In one fluid motion, she takes me into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around me as she sucks me in deeper, inch by inch. With no hint of hesitation, she works her way down my length. Gazing up at me, she bobs her head up and down in a mind-bending pace, bringing me too close to the edge far too soon.

“Good girl,” I murmur, though the words sound more like a sigh of surrender. “Good, good girl.”

Her eyes water as she takes me deeper, testing her limits, and the sight is enough to make my vision blur. Her hand wraps firmly around my base, matching the rhythm of her mouth, and I know I’m a lost man.

She’s a vision—on her knees before me, completely naked, utterly beautiful, and absolutely wrecking me with her mouth. My gaze drops lower, and I realize her other hand is buried between her legs, shamelessly rubbing herself.

“Stop,” I order, my voice rough with strained control. “You don't touch that pussy without my permission. It’s mine, Kat. Only I take care of what’s mine.” My tone sharpens. “The only way you’re getting off tonight is on my thigh.”

She doesn’t listen—of course she doesn’t. Instead, she moans around my cock, the vibrations sending a shockwave through my body as her hand between her thighs works desperately. She takes me deeper, faster, and I let her.

“Kat,” I warn again, but it’s useless. I’ve already lost this battle. I’m too far gone to stop her, and she knows it. My hips jerk involuntarily, and I tell myself I’ll punish her later—again and again—all night long. For now, I can only grip the leather seat beneath me, helpless to the pleasure.

My eyes slide shut against my will, the sight of her too much to bear without spilling. “ Kiska ,” I groan, my breath hitching. “I’m close. Stop now if you don't want me coming in your mouth.”

I must've been a saint in a past life because she doesn’t stop. She doesn’t even hesitate. Instead, she takes me deeper, her lips and tongue working in perfect sync to obliterate every shred of control I thought I had left.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK ,” I gasp, my voice cracking as her tongue swirls around the crown of my cock, flicking in ways that unravel every thread of my sanity. “Is that what you want, kiska ? To taste my cum? You’ve been such a good girl; you’ve earned it. I’ll give it to you—every single drop. Then you’re going to climb up here and sit on my face so I can lick every inch of that sweet little pussy. You’re going to ride my tongue until you’re dripping cum. I’ve been dying to taste you—losing my goddamn mind over it. Mercy, kiska —enough is enough.”

Her eyes darken at my words, the hunger in them matching my own. "Want a taste?" she whispers, stroking me with one hand while raising the other to show her glistening fingers, slick with her own arousal.

Leaning in, I grab her wrist and pull her fingers into my mouth, sucking on them as a groan escapes me. The taste of her on my tongue pushes me closer to the brink. She slowly sinks me deeper into her mouth, heartlessly torturing me—until I feel her throat.

A tortured growl rumbles from my chest. Somehow—God knows how—I find the strength to stop myself from coming, desperate to make this moment last longer. My fingers tighten in her hair, guiding her as she works me over with maddening precision, pushing me to the edge again and again.

This moment right here—it’s everything I’ve been dreaming of. Everything I thought was beyond my reach. No wonder I’m utterly helpless in her hands.

But then, suddenly, she releases me completely. The absence of her touch is almost unbearable. Disorienting. Still on her knees, she straightens, leaning over my lap to blow a teasing stream of air over my wet length. Even the hand between her thighs slows, her movements deliberate and calculating.

“Nik,” she purrs, her voice like steel wrapped in silk, “Baby, I think it’s time we renegotiate the terms of our deal.”

Her words hit me like a slap. It can’t be .

I freeze, struggling to catch my breath. She planned this. All along, she's been manipulating me, toying with me—as I was out of my mind, crazy for her. I have no one to blame but myself. I saw the signs—her intentions were never hidden—but I let her in anyway.

I should’ve known better. I should’ve been smarter. Stronger. My blood runs cold as every painful lesson I’ve ever learned comes roaring back. This won’t happen again.

Fool me once…

I force myself to straighten, zipping up my pants and locking away every ounce of vulnerability I allowed her to see. My expression settles into a mask of indifference.

“Nik—” she says, her voice hesitant now, soft in a way that would’ve disarmed me earlier.

I can’t even look at her—the woman I couldn’t take my eyes off a moment ago.

Pathetic idiot. Lovesick fool.

The car comes to a stop, and I glance out the window, recognizing the familiar sight of my garage. Without a word to the bewitching, treacherous creature at my feet, I open the door and step out.

The slam of the door behind me echoes in the quiet night.

And I don’t look back.