Satisfaction lightened his eyes, and he smiled at me. “Good. Now be a good girl and show me what’s mine.”
I looked at him in confusion, but then he pulled the blanket off my body and slowly lifted my shirt up and off me, throwing it to the floor.
I crossed my arms over my breasts, though trying to save my modesty at this point was moot.
“Uh-uh, princess. Don’t cover what’s mine. If I want to look at you, you’ll let me, won’t you?”
I swallowed noisily and slowly nodded, taking my arms away.
“Part your legs for me,” Nikolay said.
I parted my legs, feeling a wet spot on my panties. Nikolay pulled them off to the side and exposed my pussy, his fingers teasing me.
“This pussy is mine, you got it? It’s mine, just like the rest of you. Mine.”
I could only nod. The smile he shot my way was pure sin.
“We don’t have a lot of time, but I just need to taste you,” he said darkly, moving down between my legs.
“Why don’t we have a lot of time?” I asked.
It seemed I had nothing but time these days.
His lips skimmed over my middle, from my navel, and down to the hem of my panties. He looked up at me as he hooked one of my legs over his shoulder. It felt like I couldn’t get in enough air into my lungs.
“We’re taking you out tonight,” he said, tugging on the fabric of my panties. A slow ache that had slowly built when he marked with the hickey was now a strong, noticeable pounding that I could no longer ignore.
“W-where?”
“A strip club.”
I blinked at him. He placed an open-mouthed kiss on my center, and my muscles clenched. I threw my head to the side and let out a small scream muffled by the sheets.
“A strip club, princess. Gabriel’s strip club. It’s opening night. There will be people there. And the fucker wants to show it off.” His eyes hardened. “He wants you, but he’s not going to get you, get me?”
I rolled my eyes just as Nikolay played with my slit with his fingers. My hands moved down, and my nails scratched the skin around his strong shoulders.
“You’re being silly. Gabriel doesn’t want me.”
“I’m not wrong. I know when another man wants what’s mine, and the fucker would be smart to keep away from you.”
“Damien and Mikhail want me,” I said with a gasp when he entered two thick digits inside me. “Oh, God.”
He slowly fucked me with his fingers.
“So wet for me, princess. And it’s different when Damien and Mikhail want you. They’re my brothers. We share, but no other fucker is going to get to you. I’ll kill them all if that’s what it’ll take.”
He grinned nastily, and I couldn’t tell if the happiness in his eyes was from him playing with me or the thought of him killing other men for wanting me.
Perhaps both.
I didn’t care. Because Nikolay had just increased his pace, and it was getting a little hard to breathe.
He lapped my clit with his tongue, his fingers never losing momentum, and I didn’t know how much more of this I could take.
“Nikolay, please.”
“It’s okay, baby. Come for me. Drench my fingers. Show me exactly what I do to you.”