4. Nik

Chapter 4

Nik

I’m not surprised in the slightest when the woman in front of me demands I kiss her.

This moment was always going to happen. It was inevitable from the second I laid eyes on her and decided she was mine. One way or the other, tonight was always going to end with her in my arms. Everything else was just minor details.

I’ll admit I underestimated how badly the thought of kissing her would affect me. I should’ve known something unusual was going on when the first glimpse of her blue eyes left me speechless. At the very least, the way her soft skin had utterly driven me to distraction should’ve given me pause.

Perhaps I’ve had too much to drink—or maybe I’m just really dense—because even after all the signs that there are strange forces at work here, the unfamiliar feel of my heart racing catches me off guard. Even worse—when she scratches the back of my neck with her long fingernails, I have to hide my hard-on, like I’m a fucking teenager.

Obviously, there’s only explanation for my bizarre—and unacceptable—behavior: I’ve allowed myself to go too long without a woman.

Even on a good day, running my legitimate business enterprises and dealing with my bratva affairs can keep my plate full. Then there’s the situation with McGuire and Maxim. Finding the time for sex just hasn’t been a priority lately. Until tonight, of course. Everything changed tonight. One look at her, and suddenly, I can’t think of anything more urgent than the need to peel off her dark dress and fuck her until she can’t remember the name she refuses to give me.

She bites her bottom lip while gazing at my mouth with an expression I can only describe as longing. As if she can’t help herself. Or maybe it’s a calculated move meant to push me over the edge. I couldn’t say which option I like better.

“Come here,” I say, the roughness in my voice startling me. I wrap my right hand around her neck and pull her closer to take her mouth with my own.

Fuck.

Call it na?ve or overly confident, but part of me hoped that recognizing her power over me would magically help me stop acting bizarrely around her. Before kissing her, I braced myself for what I knew would be an embarrassingly intense response to the feel of her lips.

But when she softly moans against my mouth, eagerly greeting my tongue with hers, I realize I’m an idiot. I never had a shot. There was nothing— absolutely nothing— I could’ve ever done to prepare myself for the reality of what kissing this woman feels like. Not in the few moments I had since she asked me to kiss her. Not even in the thirty-something years I’ve had on this planet. Even if I had a thousand years to wander the earth and prepare for this instant, it wouldn’t be enough.

I might as well have been struck by lightning—every inch of my skin comes alive, electrified by her touch. Without warning, she grabs my jacket, pulling me closer, and all I can do is groan against her mouth.

Our back-and-forth started off light-hearted and flirty, but this kiss is setting a different mood. This kiss…changes things. It changes everything, actually. And if the way she’s clinging to me, twisting her tongue around mine, is any indication, I’d say the feeling is mutual.

All along, my plan was to get her to leave the party with me. Then, I was going to take my time discovering what her pretty dress was hiding until she begged me to fuck her. Repeatedly.

Now, I don’t think I can wait that long. I have a feeling I won’t even last that long. Is this knot in my stomach and this trembling of my hands what desperation feels like? More importantly, what if she changes her mind? I had to do a lot of convincing just to get this far with her. I have no idea what I'd do if she got cold feet now. I’ve killed for less. Time is of the essence.

In a feat of remarkable mental dexterity, I miraculously focus enough to remember the museum's layout while her breasts press against my chest. One of my greatest moments, especially with most of my blood now flowing in the opposite direction of my brain.

Even with the too many layers of clothing we’re unfortunately wearing, I can tell her nipples are stiff. There must be something wrong with me—it takes me way longer than it should to stop wondering what shade of pink the hardened peaks might be. If I’m not inside her in the next few minutes, I might very well die.

Not a minute too soon, I remember there’s a vacant room across the gardens, a short walk from the dance floor. They store extra chairs and supplies in there during events such as tonight's party. It’s not the Four Seasons, but it'll have to do.

Keeping my right hand on the back of her neck, I run my left hand down the silky skin of her back until it settles on her shapely backside. I grab it right away and pull her close as we head to the backroom.

She doesn’t protest. Instead, she tightens her grip around my neck, holding me closer. I want to drown in her kiss and her scent. She smells amazing, like freesias and bitter oranges. Like the woman in my arms, it's addictive, sexy, and hypnotic.

I don't care who’s watching as I kiss her from her mouth to her ear. I give it a kiss then bite her earlobe, maybe a bit too hard. She muffles a moan, but a deep sigh still escapes from her lips. Her intoxicating perfume clouds my mind as I brush my lips against her neck.

I open the door to the empty room while still holding onto her, then I quickly kick the door closed as we stumble in.

In the dimly lit room, the only source of light comes from the floor-to-ceiling glass wall near the entrance. The space looks like it has been used as an impromptu office, with papers left on the desk. Extra chairs are stacked against the far wall, with a filing cabinet and a bookshelf beside them. Positioned a couple of inches from the glass panels, there’s a sturdy writing desk accompanied by a slightly worn armchair.

When I first laid eyes on her, I envisioned taking her on silken sheets in a setting more conducive to romance. This room isn't ideal, but it’ll work. I'll find a way to make it up to her.

Luckily, she doesn't seem to care. She doesn't object when I pull her closer and start kissing her again. My hand glides over her exposed skin, traveling down her back to her hip and then her thigh.

With her chest pressed against mine, she moves in sync with me, allowing my hands to explore her upper body. I run my hand up her leg, the movement deliberate and slow, until my fingers reach her delicate rib cage.

My thumb brushes against her nipple through the fabric of her dress as I lean in to kiss her neck once more. Her moan fills me with overwhelming satisfaction as I pinch the hardened peak.

Torn between nipping or sucking her velvety neck, I shower her skin with open-mouthed kisses. I must claim her, make her mine. It's a disconcerting discovery. I have no idea where these strange urges are coming from, but I can’t bring myself to care right now. The touch of her skin, the warmth of her body—that’s all that matters.

All night, I've watched her from afar, dreaming about what it would be like to be close to her. My wildest fantasies couldn't have conjured the combination of her sweetness and the intoxicating effect of her scent, which makes me feel like I've inhaled a fifth of vodka in a flash. Now she's as sweet and tame as a kitten in my arms, completely under my control.

I cup her breasts and massage her flesh, rolling her nipples between my fingers. Her fingers tangle in my hair as she pulls me closer. She stretches out her other hand to rub my cock over my pants, and I find myself growling like a madman against the softness of her skin.

I impatiently hook a finger over the edge of her dress neckline. I need to see her. Anticipation makes me shudder like a schoolboy, dying to suck on the delicate skin of her chest.

“Nik, wait," she whispers, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps.

My lips tremble against her collarbone. “Mmm…”

“Let me touch you…”

I push against her hand, which is covering my cock, and she gently squeezes it. A groan involuntarily escapes my lips.

“Touch me, kiska. I’m all yours.”

I tug at her dress, eager to see her. A pink nipple peeks out from her neckline. Unable to resist the temptation, I dip my head and give it a lick.

“Nik,” she whispers, her voice trembling, "I need to touch you right this second."

She shoves hard against my chest, sending me crashing into the armchair I'd noticed before.

Before me, she stands, initially breathless, until a barely noticeable change washes over her. It was so quick, I could have easily blinked and missed it. Taking a deep breath, she squares her shoulders. In a mesmerizing gesture, she glides her hands over her hips and stomach. Her hands, in one fluid motion, moved from her breasts, up her neck, and into her dark hair.

She waits until my distracted eyes meet hers. She smirks, her gaze locked on mine, before letting her hair down. It flows down her neck, covering her shoulders.

I want to reach out and pull her into my arms, but her captivating beauty paralyzes me, leaving me frozen in place. Afraid to break the spell, I wait for her next move.

She turns her back, then looks at me over her shoulder. With a wink, she lowers her dress. Finally, it pools at her feet.

My gaze lingers on every inch of skin she playfully exposes. My cock twitches when I register the sight of her black silk thong.

I grip the chair arms, fighting the urge to pull her close. Interrupting her now would be unthinkable.

She glances over her shoulder, then turns to face me, arms crossed over her chest. Her smile widens as she moves closer.

She places her high-heeled shoe between my legs, the sharp point dangerously close to my aching balls, and leans in. My breath catches when I spot the flash of red beneath the sole, the sight sending a jolt of heat through me. I spread my knees farther apart, my hand trailing down her leg to the delicate strap of her shoe. She shudders under my touch, her ragged breaths falling into the same uneven rhythm as my pulse.

“Leave them on,” I growl, my cock twitching at the sight. “I want to see them while I’m inside you.”

Her lips curve into a smirk, breath hitching as she tilts her head to meet my gaze. “Whatever you want,” she whispers, her voice dripping with tease, like she knows exactly how to push my buttons.

Then, with a wicked smile, she lowers her arms, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

I swear under my breath. So fucking beautiful…

I’m transfixed by her enthralling performance, but the sight of her so close, clad in nothing but a few wisps of silk and lace, shatters the last remnants of my self-control. My hands reach out, eager to feel the warmth of her skin against mine, and desperate to learn what her breasts feel like.

"Ah-ah-ah," she says, moving away. "Slow down, big guy. Now it's my turn.” She pushes me back into the chair, and I let her do what she wants. For the time being.

I lean back and watch her come closer. She sits on my lap, and a thin piece of fabric barely conceals what I long to touch. I reach for her chest, but she quickly catches my wrists, preventing me from touching her and forcing my arms back onto the chair's armrests.

A playful grin spreads across her face. “Not yet.” I go along with it for now, wondering what the siren has planned. “There’s something about sitting almost completely naked on top of a fully clothed guy that really turns me on. I'm into this, Nik. Way too much. I think you like it as well.”

With a teasing smile, she rotates her hips, rubbing her damp panties against my aching cock. I groan, gripping the chair so hard I fear it might break. Even through our clothes, I can feel her heat.

“Let me touch you, kiska, and I’ll show you just how much I like it,” I say, my accent growing thicker.

“Hmm... There’s that mysterious word again, in that voice of yours.” Her dark blue eyes twinkle mischievously as she shudders. “You don’t play fair.”

She guides my hands to her hips, her fingers curling over mine, then leans in and kisses me. I brace for something rough, fierce, a reflection of the fire in her eyes—but instead, her lips meet mine with a softness that catches me off guard. Slow, deliberate, her tongue brushes the seam of my mouth, coaxing me, disarming me.

My fingertips dig into the firm flesh of her ass as I thrust my hips against her, craving any friction I can get. The calculated restraint in her touch evokes a strange sensation—a mixture of unadulterated bliss and agonizing torment. A groan escapes me as her tongue sweetly plays with mine.

Spurred on, she tangles her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer as she quickens her pace, her kisses growing more passionate and urgent. Moaning into my mouth, she spreads her legs wider for me. She starts grinding on me again, her silk underwear rubbing against my dick. Her breasts brush against me, clouding my thoughts.

So warm… I need to lose myself inside her.

Grinding harder and faster against my cock, she breaks away from our kiss to lean back. Driven by instinct, I cover her breasts with my mouth. I flick her nipple with my tongue, sucking it hard. Clasping me to her chest, she cries out.

She gasps for air, her hips grinding against mine in a wild rhythm, pushing herself towards a climax. The feel of her silk-covered lips against my cock is so overwhelming that I am on the brink of coming in my trousers.

Suddenly, I can’t stand the idea of any barriers between me and her warm pussy. Need to see it, taste it. I must feel it on my tongue and lips as she comes for me.

I rise from the chair and bring her to the desk facing the big windows. Then I put her on top of it and get down on my knees, right between her legs.

She spreads them wide, and I pause to take in the sight, the sound of her ragged breathing filling the air. The dampness of her black silk thong is obvious, and her scent, laced with her desire, makes me suppress a growl.

Once I feel her wetness, any thoughts of teasing her into climax vanish immediately as my hand brushes against the edge of her panties.

“Keep looking at me,” I command, and when her breath hitches, my fingers snag the cloth. With a sharp pull, I tear it open, exposing her.

The rip of fabric is loud in the quiet room, and she gasps, startled by my sudden action. But I’m too mesmerized by her to apologize. I almost let out a sigh. Gorgeous girl…

Her beauty stuns me, but the urge to taste her is irresistible. Once I bury my face between her thighs, I don’t even consider starting slowly. Instead, I devour her with my kiss. One taste and I’m lost, closing my eyes and groaning.

She cries out, tangling her fingers in my hair, tugging hard enough to sting and opening her legs wider. I love it. Her nails scrape my scalp as her hips buck against my mouth, desperate for more.

“Fuck…” she breathes, her voice trembling.

I hum against her, letting the vibration ripple through her sensitive flesh as I devour her. My tongue flicks over her swollen clit, circling, then pressing, coaxing louder moans from her lips. She inhales sharply, her hips grinding against me. My hands slide up her thighs, gripping hard enough to leave marks as I anchor her in place.

When I slip a finger inside her, her head falls back, and she lets out a choked sob of pleasure. Her walls grip me tightly, hot and slick, and I can’t resist adding another finger. She writhes, her heels digging into my back, but I pin her hips to the desk, refusing to let her escape my relentless assault.

“Please, Nik,” she pants, her voice breaking as she begs for more.

I look up, my lips glistening with her, and smirk. “Not yet. I’m just getting started.”

Her thighs tremble as I pump my fingers in and out of her, curling them to hit that perfect spot while my tongue circles her clit in a punishing rhythm. Her cries grow louder, her body arching off the desk, and I can feel her teetering on the edge. But just as she’s about to fall, I pull back, leaving her gasping and trembling.

“Why—” she starts, but I silence her with a smile.

“Because I’m not done with you.”

I rise to my feet, towering over her as she sprawls across the desk, her chest heaving, her pupils blown wide with lust. Her fingers trail down her body, brushing over her nipples, and she bites her lip as her legs spread wider, inviting me back in.

“ Shit ,” I mutter, unzipping my pants. My cock springs free and her eyes lock onto it, hunger flashing in her gaze. I stroke myself slowly, letting her watch, and her hips roll against the air, desperate for me.

“Turn around,” I command, my voice rough with need.

She obeys instantly, twisting to face the window. I grab her hips, positioning her so she’s bent over the desk, her ass high and her wet pussy glistening in the dim light. The sight nearly undoes me, but I grip her waist, steadying myself as I press the tip of my cock against her entrance.

“Ready, kiska ?” I ask, my tone a low growl.

“Yes,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “God, yes.”

I push into her slowly, savoring every inch as her tight heat stretches around me. She hisses in a breath, her body twitching and trembling as she adjusts to me. I feed myself into her inch by inch, savoring every second, determined to make this moment last. She moans, her back arching, and I grip her hips harder, pulling her onto me until I’m buried to the hilt. The feeling is indescribable—hot, wet, perfect—and I take a moment to breathe, to keep from losing myself too soon.

Fully inside her, I grind my hips against hers, earning a raspy moan from deep in her throat. With the last shreds of self-control, I resist the urge to thrust, giving her a moment to adjust to my size.

The sensations she’s unleashing on me are almost unbearable. Moonlight and the glow of the party lights filter through the glass, bathing her skin as her heat envelops my shaft and her tight pussy welcomes me. The smell of her perfume mingles with the heady scent of our arousal, her erratic breaths joining the pounding of my heartbeat in the stillness of the room.

For a brief instant, I wonder if I could go mad from this.

Her breath fogs the glass in front of her as she shifts her hips, urging me to move. I pull out almost completely before slamming back in, drawing a startled cry from her lips. I set a punishing rhythm, each thrust deep and precise, rocking the desk beneath us.

Her fingers claw at the wood, and her cries grow louder, echoing through the room. I lean over her, sliding my hand up her back until I grip her hair, tugging her head back so I can kiss her neck. She moans, her pussy clenching around me, and I groan into her skin.

“You feel so fucking good,” I rasp, biting down on her shoulder.

“Don’t stop,” she pleads, her voice ragged.

I don’t. I pound into her, the slap of skin against skin mingling with her cries and my rumbling groans. My hand snakes around her body, finding her clit, and I rub it mercilessly, sending her spiraling closer to the edge.

Then she reaches between us to cup my sack, but I catch her wrist, pinning her arm behind her back. I plunge into her with a relentless rhythm, my free hand tormenting the taut peaks of her breasts.

“No chance. You won't make me come before I’m done fucking you.”

She grinds her hips against mine, spreading her legs wider, silently begging me to go deeper.

The large glass windows reflect our intertwined bodies, and I can’t stifle a groan as I watch her breasts bounce tantalizingly with each movement against me. I reach up to touch them, our eyes locking through our makeshift mirror.

“Look at them,” I murmur, nodding toward the party still in full swing just beyond the window. “All those people, completely unaware that I’m fucking you right here.”

Her gaze snaps to the window, and her lips part in a soft gasp as she takes in the oblivious crowd. I’m buried so deep inside her that I feel the exact moment her arousal spikes, her body grinding harder against mine, and I smirk, knowing I’ve hit a nerve.

“You like it, don’t you?” I taunt, circling her clit faster. “Naughty girl, putting on a show.” I reward her by pinching her nipples and bucking my hips hard against hers, pulling a moan from her parted lips.

Her only response is to bite her bottom lip before twisting to catch my mouth in a frantic, sloppy kiss, pushing me closer to the point of no return.

Her breathing grows more ragged, and her rhythm becomes more urgent. Somehow, she grows slicker, her body gliding up and down my dick with mounting desperation.

I break the kiss, meeting her gaze again in the window. Without a word, I cover her right hand with mine, guiding it to her breast before sliding our joined hands down her stomach, finally reaching her wet, waiting heat.

As I drive into her, I guide our fingers to spread her open, finding her swollen clit. The second we touch it, her head snaps back, a raw moan spilling from her lips.

“No, kiska . Don’t close your eyes. Watch yourself come in front of all of them.”

With a sharp gasp, she lifts her head, her gaze meeting mine in the mirror. As our fingers rub her clit and I drive deep inside her, a surge of pleasure nearly rips through me. Her soft, breathy sighs punctuate my racing heartbeat, and I feel the telltale rush climb inside my cock, unstoppable.

Our fingers work her mercilessly, and I feel the first tight contractions of her pussy around me. I want to draw this moment out, but we’re both too far gone.

She leans forward, bracing her hand on the desk, arching her back, and grinding against me with relentless intensity. I slide my free hand over the curve of her ass, up her back, until it reaches her head. Too far gone to bother with pleasantries, I grab a fistful of her luscious brown hair and thrust hard into her.

She moans, spreading her knees wider, hips moving with raw urgency. “Please…”

I keep thrusting between her legs, our fingers rubbing her sensitive clit, until my cock throbs inside her, bracing for release. Just as she gasps, her body goes taut, and she cries out, her muscles clenching around me, demanding everything I'm dying to give her. The sight, the sound, the feel of her coming undone around me drags me over the edge. With a hoarse groan, I thrust deep one final time, joining her as a fierce, blinding orgasm sears through me, every nerve alight with pleasure as I spill into her.

The world dissolves in a haze of pleasure. Pure ecstasy…