Twisted Chances

22. Niko (edited)

I changed my notification ringtone as soon as we reached the hotel. I thought the loud, obnoxious tone would make sure I never miss an important message, but now... it feels like a curse. And, of course, the first message after landing is from Uncle Christian.

"Keep my daughter safe and happy... or I'll come after you, no matter what your father says."

Classic. Even knowing my father and his "chess mate" antics, it's hard not to smirk at the intensity of that text.

By the time we settled in the mansion—my little Parisian hideaway from the last trip—we were cuddled up together. Nia's face buried into my chest, her soft sighs vibrating against me as I played with her hair. She'd complained about the journey, insisted that my hands stay away today because she was going to be the big cuddler. My sweetheart, my absolute cutie, my little puffin.

I still chuckle remembering her squeal when the pilot announced Paris. The sheer excitement on her face, talking nonstop about Ladybug and Cat-whatever—they're obviously characters she obsesses over—and the way she begged me to arrange a meet. Whatever she wants, she gets. A week in Paris, just for us. I can feel myself swelling with pride over my own planning.

Soon, the exhaustion from the journey caught up with her. Her light snores reached my ears as she drifted off, mouth slightly open, drooling a little, resting her head on my arm. My other hand stayed draped over her as I finally let sleep take me too. I think I could fall asleep like this every night.

Morning hit hard—blinding sunlight streaming in through the uncurtained windows. For a moment, I felt annoyance... until my eyes landed on her.

Unreal. Impossible. And yet here she was, my Nia, lying beside me. Mine. To love, to cherish, to spoil... and yes, spoil. (Double meaning you get that right?)

I got lost in her gaze until I felt her smirk. "Done staring yet, puffin?"

Heat rose to my cheeks. I tore my eyes away, trying to act normal—but before I could say a word, she was on top of me, showering my face with kisses.

"Aww, is my baby blushing? Omg!" she teased, her lips relentless, warm, soft, and oh-so-tempting.

It was innocent at first... until it wasn't. The kisses traveled lower, her lips finding my neck, sucking gently on my Adam's apple. I shivered. Heat coiled in my stomach, sliding straight down to the most... impatient area.

She went lower still, teasing, exploring, claiming her territory. I tried to gently hold her face before she went further—today had plans, a full day ahead, and I wasn't ready to lose track of time just yet. But she had other ideas.

"Come on now, love," I said, tugging at her pouty face, "if we start now, we're going to be late."

"Oh, pleaseeee," she whined, letting her hand travel lower, pressing firmly through my pants. My breath hitched. "We can spare a few minutes... pleaseeee?"

Well. Resistance was futile.

Her fingers worked magic, drawing low groans from me, her mischievous smirk lighting up my world. I knew right then that this wasn't going to be a quick distraction. Not a chance.

(Author's note: Sorry everyone for such a short chapter after like more than a month being detached from it. I hope you all can forgive me for it. Because of such a long absence I had to think a lot more while writing and even this much took me more than 2hrs... 😭

Well, love y'all for showing so much love to this book... Even though the writing and story is trash (I sooo don't have degrading kink guys🙂) Gotta get my motivation back!!

Anyways bye... And have a great day🎀 )