34. Nik

CHAPTER 34

Nik

The next evening, I guide Brie down the hallway to her suite, watching her steps falter slightly as we near the door. I know she’s remembering how we found it last time—ransacked and vandalized. But I’ve worked hard today to reverse the destruction, and when I open the door, her gasp of delight makes every rushed hour of work worth it.

Her eyes light up as she takes in the transformation. Every trace of violence has been erased, replaced with carefully chosen new furniture where needed, and security features that blend seamlessly into the décor. She rushes to her walkthrough wardrobe, and I follow more slowly, smiling at her reaction when she discovers her clothes perfectly arranged on their hangers—by color, just as she likes them.

“You did all this?” she asks, her fingers trailing over one of the discretely placed cameras I insisted on installing—accessible only by me, of course. I don’t need Banks and the security guys getting tempted to take a sneak peek.

“Worked with Phil Reynolds to get it done fast,” I admit, unable to keep the pride from my voice as I watch her explore. “A queen needs proper chambers, after all.” I gesture to the security features, satisfaction warming my chest. “State of the art everything. And I’ll be right next door if you need anything.”

“Excuse me?” The horror in her voice makes me fight back a smile. “You absolutely will not be next door.”

“Oh?” I raise an eyebrow, already knowing where this is going but wanting to hear her say it.

“You’ll be right here,” she says with that commanding tone that never fails to thrill me, patting the king-size bed. “In my bed. With me. Where you belong.”

I can’t help but laugh. “I was just waiting for the invitation.”

When I move closer, she leans into me immediately, fitting against me like she was made to be there. “I’m proud of you,” I murmur into her hair, breathing in her scent. “You’ve handled everything so well.”

Brie has spent much of the day with Frank Colombo in conversation with the police, explaining the tragic death of Holden Brooks: he tripped while cleaning his gun. And after that was done, she and Frank sat down to discuss her plans for the Family. I allowed some of Frank’s men to take on bodyguard duties for both of them today, since the risks were low, but I’ve still felt antsy all day.

“Speaking of handling things…” She pulls back to study my face. “How did that conversation go with Eva yesterday?”

I try to keep my expression neutral, but something must show in my eyes. “She was cordial enough. But Eva Novak always exacts a price, and I don’t like you being in her debt.”

“Then we’ll just have to make sure the Colombo Family and the casino bring in record profits before Eva returns next year with an even more ridiculous contract.” Her tone aims for lightness, but we both know Eva’s influence runs deeper than money.

“Eva doesn’t always demand payment in cash,” I say softly, thinking of all the ways Eva has manipulated me over the years. “Sometimes what she wants is much harder to give.”

She presses a finger to my lips, silencing my fears. “Tonight, I don’t want to think about Eva Novak. Tonight…” Her hand trails down my chest, and my breath catches at her touch. “I want to try out these very expensive new bedsheets that someone so thoughtfully provided.”

I catch her hand, bringing it to my lips. Her pulse flutters under my kiss. “Far be it from me to deny my queen anything she wants, but I want to start in your wardrobe—if you’ll allow it, Your Majesty.” I pull her in there as I speak, which is the place in this suite that feels most her , with its hundreds of different costumes that all belong to the same, unique woman.

And…it also reminds me most of the dressing room down below, where we made a lot of very sexy memories.

When I kiss her, I pour everything I feel into it—my pride in her triumph, my promise to protect her, and the overwhelming sense that after all these years of searching, I’ve finally found my home.

Then I turn her around and push her up against her own mirror image, determined to show her exactly how much she’s worth to me.

“Watch,” I tell her. “I want you to see how gorgeous you look when you come for me.” She does as I say, her eyes locked on our reflection. The mirror is full-length, designed to capture every inch of Brie’s body, and now it shows us both in all our glory. I strip her slowly, savoring every inch of newly revealed skin. My hands roam her curves, and I follow them with kisses, pausing to pinch at her nipples until she gasps and arches against me.

When she’s completely naked, I step back, taking in the sight of her. Her hair spills down her back in waves of platinum, her skin glowing under the soft lighting. She’s perfect.

And she’s mine.

I undress as well, keeping her eyes in the mirror. “I’ve wanted you since I first met you,” I tell her, my voice husky with desire. I step closer, pressing against Brie’s back as I slide my hands around her waist, caressing her soft skin, lifting her tits up so I can feel the warm weight of them in my hands.

Brie leans back into me, her breath catching as I cup her breasts. I trail kisses along her shoulder as my fingers tease her nipples to stiff peaks. She moans softly, her hips rocking back against me. I slide one hand lower, over the plane of her stomach, until I card my fingers through her curls.

“Spread your legs,” I tell her. “Let’s see how wet you are.” She complies eagerly, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire as she watches my hand disappear between her legs. I run my fingers through her folds, finding her already soaked. “Mmm,” I murmur appreciatively. “You’re always ready for me. Always.” I spread her lips open and make her cant her hips forward. “Look at that pretty pink pussy. Your clit could cut glass, it’s so hard.”

She moans as her eyes travel down to look where my fingers are opening her up, and I reward her with a gentle tapping at very tip of her sensitive bud.

“Don’t tease me,” she pleads. “I need you.”

I take pity and slide one finger inside her, watching her face in the mirror as I let my hand find the right rhythm of finger-fucking and clit-rubbing, the one that drives her crazy. With my other hand, I pinch her nipple, hard.

“Nik,” she gasps, arching into the sensation.

“Tell me you belong to me,” I whisper against her neck. “I want to hear you say it.”

She shudders. Then, her voice loud and clear in the quiet room: “I belong to you.”

My heart soars.

“I belong to you,” she repeats, her pupils blown wide. “And you belong to me.”

“Yes.” The word escapes my throat as a hiss, and I add a second finger, working her faster, harder, driving her higher.

“Fuck, Nik .” Her hips are rocking now, meeting each thrust of my fingers.

I let her breast drop, wanting both my hands on her hot little cunt. “Play with your titties,” I tell her, watching her face in the mirror. “Make those nipples as pink as your pussy.” She does, her fingers pinching and pulling. Her mouth falls open in silent delight, and I drink in the sight of her, wild and undone. “Look at yourself,” I urge her. “Look how beautiful you are, how strong.”

She’s close, I can tell, her cunt tightening around my fingers. I lean into her ear, whispering encouragement as I curl my fingers, rubbing that perfect spot.

“Nik,” she chokes out. “I’m going to?—”

“Come for me,” I tell her. “I want to see it. And you watch, too, watch how gorgeous you are.”

With a cry, her body goes rigid and her cunt clenches hard around my fingers. I hold her close as her orgasm ripples through her, her eyes never leaving her reflection. She’s panting, trembling, and she keeps her gaze locked on the mirror even after she’s finished, a slow smile spreading across her face.

“Tell me what you want now,” I whisper. “Because I know you’re not done yet. Not a greedy little thing like you.”

“I want your mouth.”

“Where?”

“Eating my pussy like I’m your last meal,” she breathes, her eyes fluttering closed. “And I want it on the bed this time, on those brand new sheets. Let’s get them all messed up.”

I chuckle. “As my queen commands.”

We go back to the bedroom, and I push her down on the bed, face up, pulling her thighs apart. The scent of her arousal floods my senses. When I press a kiss to her cunt, the sweetness of her nearly drives me mad. My tongue slips through her folds, teasing her clit and then down, plunging into her hole. She groans, the sound echoing around the room. I look up, admiring the way her tits move as her breathing picks up, the way her fingers clutch at the fresh sheets. Her thighs press around my head, and she grinds against my mouth, bucking up at me with an abandon that sends pleasure spiraling through me.

I pull back to focus on her clit, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Her hips jerk, but I pin her in place, keeping her cunt where I want it, and she groans, low and loud. My fingers find her entrance and slide in, massaging her most sensitive spot inside, the one that never fails to make her writhe. Her thighs are trembling, and I know she’s close.

I double down, focusing on her clit until she cries out, her thighs squeezing around my ears, her body trembling. I work her through it, and her taste intensifies, flooding my senses. I keep licking until she pushes me away, panting.

“Good?” I ask, wiping my mouth.

She nods, a blissed-out smile on her face. “Now you. Ride my face.”

My breath catches, and for a moment, I can’t respond. She’s sprawled across the bed, golden and sweaty and glowing. My heart clenches with a mixture of tenderness and desire so intense it borders on pain. I have no idea how I got here, but there’s no question that this is where I’m meant to be.

I climb up her body, pausing to kiss her thoroughly. “I’m gonna come all over that beautiful face of yours.”

“Please,” she whispers, and I have to take a moment to breathe through the rush of lust.

I move up until I’m kneeling over her face. She tugs my hips until my pussy is where she wants it, and I let her—she’s the boss, after all. She sucks at my clit, teasing it with her tongue, and I rock my hips against her. Her hands roam up my body, finding my nipples, and the mix of sensations is so overwhelming I’m dizzy with it.

My hips pick up speed as she sucks, her hands on my ass encouraging it, and soon I’m riding her face, fucking myself against her mouth, and when I feel her fingers slip into my pussy I have to brace myself against the headboard. The world narrows to her touch, the intensity of her tongue, the sounds she’s making. My own moans echo in the room, mixing with the wet sounds of her mouth on my cunt.

“Right there, fuck, right there, oh, Brie,” and then the orgasm is pulsing through me right along with her name on my lips. I ride out the wave, her mouth and fingers still working until it’s too much, and then I collapse on the bed beside her.

“Jesus Christ,” I say, once my breath comes back. “How did I get so lucky?”

She laughs, and the sound warms me more than the hottest shower. “I’m the lucky one.” She rolls over. “And since you’re in such a good mood, I wanted to talk to you about a new position.”

“I’m game for the whole Kama Sutra. What did you have in?—”

“Not that kind of position,” she giggles. “A work position.”

Uh oh. Not sure I like the sound of that. “I have a job,” I point out. “I’m your bodyguard.”

“Mm, you sure are,” she says, nuzzling into me again. “But there’s something else I’d like you to take on as well…”