Chapter 11

Nikolai

B y the time we get back, the sun has already risen on a new day. I wearily head upstairs, hoping to shower and grab a couple of hours sleep. I'm relieved that nothing is out of the ordinary here, no one has found us, yet. We found the rat—half my men are continuing to pump him for information while the rest continue the hostile takeover of Lucchese's operations. It's going to be a shit show and we're preparing for war.

One positive thing that tonight's events have confirmed though, is that Arianna is who she claims to be. She never lied to me. I have the overwhelming urge to see her right away. To make sure she's still here, that she's safe.

Outside the guest room Arianna is in, the one adjacent to mine, I can hear the shower running. As much as I'm tempted to join her, I don't think that would be the most subtle of seduction techniques and, given what I know of Arianna, she wouldn't take kindly to it. As I'm turning away, I hear a noise and Arianna cries out.

Without thinking I tear into the bedroom, heading straight into the ensuite cursing myself for leaving my gun downstairs. Survival mode kicks in as I wonder how someone could have broken in. She's on the floor in the wet room, the shower still running. But she's mercifully alone. She must have slipped. I rush to her, bending down to check for injuries, not caring that I'm still fully dressed in a shirt and pants. I feel an overwhelming sense of panic that she might have hit her head badly.

"Arianna, are you okay?" I ask as I examine her head.

She looks up at me, startled but, thankfully, her eyes are clear, and she seems unharmed.

"Nikolai, what the hell are you doing in here? I'm fine, I just slipped over and bruised my elbow a little."

Relieved but still wanting to make sure she truly is fine, I go to pick her up.

"I'm okay, I don't always need to be carried, Nikolai. I'm fine, really."

She says it with such authority and conviction that I allow her instead to take my hand and pull herself upright. She's right, she is unharmed—just clumsy apparently. Her eyes grow wide as she looks at me.

"Never mind me, Nikolai, what about you? You're bleeding!" she gasps, placing her hands on my chest and unbuttoning my shirt to check for the source of the blood.

"It's not my blood," I state.

"Oh," she says, seeming to not know what to say or do now.

Her cheeks flush as she realizes she's just undressed me while naked in the shower. It's one of the most beautiful sights to behold. She moves to cover herself with her hands and I gently catch her delicate wrist between my fingers. She doesn't try to stop me.

Now that the presumed danger is over, I finally look at her. She's incredible. Her full, perky breasts have pink rosebud nipples, her toned yet womanly stomach tapers out in an hourglass shape with hips I want to grab a hold of. Her well-trimmed, perfectly gorgeous pussy is there, just ripe for the taking. I can see that she's taking me in, too. I may not be naked but my now sodden white shirt clings to me, revealing my abs where she unbuttoned it, and the bulge in my trousers shows her just how much I want her. Just looking at her perfect body is making me want to explode.

"It seems showering is another thing you are unable to do unassisted," I purr.

She eyes me hungrily, meeting my gaze and stepping closer to me. Her sudden confidence is all I need to break. She doesn't have to ask me twice. I tear the shirt off my back, enjoying the way her eyes light up with excitement and arousal. I pull her against my body, savoring the feel of her naked skin on my chest. Lifting her slightly off her feet, I kiss down her neck before taking her temptingly hard nipple in my mouth. She lets out a moan that makes me want to fuck her right away. She's so goddamn perfect.

Despite the throb of my erection, I want to make her orgasm several times before I allow myself to enter her and give us both what we want. What we need.

My fingers circle her clit as she moans, throwing her head back. The sound of her moaning is the sexiest thing I've ever fucking heard. I'm hungry for more, to fuck her and make her mine. My fingers enter her warm, deliciously wet slit.

"Fuck, kukolka , you're so fucking wet for me," I growl.

"Nikolai, oh my… oh my god…please…" she moans.

I work my fingers inside her while massaging her clit and greedily biting and sucking her tits. She bucks and writhes in my hand, desperate for more. The water cascades down on us trickling down between her breasts and caressing her body. I'm almost fucking jealous that the water gets to touch her. She's mine. It's practically more than I can take watching her like this, she's wild and so eager. I could explode just watching her. It takes every ounce of my willpower to hold back and focus on her alone.

"Nikolai, please… I'm gonna cum," she cries, biting her lip and clawing at my back.

Before I can tell her not to cum before I let her, I feel the naughty little minx's perfect pussy pulsating on me as she climaxes. She lets out a moan of pleasure and it's my name she cries out as she spasms on me. It's the most perfect thing I've ever witnessed. I want to spend every waking moment making her orgasm, watching her like this. If she thinks we're done now, that I'm not going to make her scream my name again and again tonight, she's dead wrong. I pick her up, wrapping her legs around my waist, not caring about the puddles of water we leave in our wake, as I stride toward the bedroom.

"Where are we going? Aren't we going to…?" she asks, the question lingering but it's clear what she is asking.

"Don't worry, kukolka, we're just getting started. I'm going to fuck you all night. I'm going to make you scream out my name again and fill you in ways you didn't even know were possible. I'm going to give you so many orgasms you lose count. Would you like that my little wildcat?" I ask as I throw her onto the bed.

Spread out on it she looks even more fucking unbelievable than before. She's so goddam sexy, I mean every word of it. She moans, eyes lighting up at my promise, and my cock twitches in anticipation.

"Yes, yes Nikolai. I want you to make love to me, I want you so bad. But there's something you should probably know first… I'm a virgin," she says, looking at me with trust and hope in her eyes.

Fuck.

Just like that, the plans of everything I wanted to do, still yearn to do, to her go out of the window. I don't make love. I fuck.

I'm not her prince charming, her knight in shining armor. Her true love. The man she should give her virginity to. She doesn't deserve to lose her virginity like this. Her first time should be tender, loving, not raw animal fucking with no emotions, with a man who can't give her what she needs. With a man who can't love. With a man who doesn't deserve her.

"I don't make love," I say, forcing myself to turn away and leave her.