𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎 𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 - 𝟏𝟖+

N I N E T E E N

K E I R A
Moscow, Russia

"What if I want this to stop?" I swallowed, wiggling my hand between us. I didn't miss the way his hold around my throat tightened ever so slightly and his hooded gaze narrowed, his eyelashes sweeping across his cheeks beautifully. He tugged at my hair, forcing me to keep my eyes locked on his as my breasts brushed against his crisp shirt, oh so deliciously.

The side of his lip rose as his eyes went dark in a way that said 'checkmate' and I hadn't even heard what he had to say yet, "If you want it to stop... tell me you love me,"

"That isn't fair!"

"Tough shit, life isn't fair!" He leaned forward, trailing the tip of his tongue down the column of my throat, and I lost the ability to think. He brought all of my whims and desires back to how much I wanted his hands on me like gravity. I wanted to fall for it. Wanted to live in his hate, and breathe it like my personal medal until he realized he only wished he hated me. "So what's it going to be?"

My eyes fluttered close as his kisses went from subtly violent to savage, his teeth nipping my skin. My thighs quivered when his hand inched up my thighs, disappearing beneath my dress, and brushing against the lace of my panties. We hissed as my wetness coated his fingers, and he kept on circling my entrance through the fabric. I was certain my legs would have given up if he hadn't been holding me. It was all too much, and I found that I couldn't breathe without breathing him in nor did I want to, however, it was overwhelming. Unlike the other times Nikolai had been close to me, he hadn't turned me around so as to not look at my face. Now he stood merely inched away from me, his mouth lingering above mine expectantly, and his eyes seared into my soul with their cool intensity.

"What if you say it?" His fingers stilled against my wetness as I whispered, not even sure if I wanted him to answer it.

A dark look crossed his eyes before he steeled himself again, "I won't—"

I pressed my fingers against his lips, stopping him from saying anything. "I think I'd like to hold onto a sliver of hope for a little longer."

"Suit yourself." His fingers twined around my wrist and he pulled my hand away, dropping it at my side as he held my jaw with his other hand, "you'll be thoroughly disappointed."

"Then I'll be disappointed."

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

"I don't need your warnings, Niko." I gasped dramatically, "oh, wait, is that off-limits too?"

He tilted his head, assessing me with dare I say, amusement? His silence irked me, the mayhem behind his leaden irises killed me, but for the life of me, I wanted him. I wanted him so much that it hurt, and after eight years I didn't care that his venomous love would end up killing me. I just cared that if I'd had to die, it would be better if it was by his hand.

So I gave him my answer. I crashed my lips against his bruisingly. However, I didn't get to keep my control as Nikolai tilted his head, the anger behind each stroke of his lips against mine apparent and delivered right to me with ferocity. His tongue tore past my lips without warning, and a low whimper escaped my lips when his hand left my jaw to fondle my breasts. My back arched as I pushed myself further towards him, and my mouth fell open to scream, but no voice left me as he took every single moan of mine with a swipe of his tongue against mine. He kissed me with the sole purpose to steal my sanity and make me beg, and I would if only it meant that he'd keep kissing me like this.

I hadn't realized that he'd been backing us up inside the room, and when the back of my legs collided against the side of the bed, and that moment before hitting the soft sheets when I was in the air? It felt a lot like falling for him.