novelxo Ruthless Mafia King: Chapter 39
“Nik, wait!” I demand, but he doesn’t stop and continues walking down the stairs into the basement of his townhouse. When the lights flicker on, I see the large room with many shelves stocked with all kinds of weapons. He has enough guns here to wage a war, which I guess is what’s happening now. If it’s not obvious that he doesn’t allow anyone down here, then the ironclad door surely suggests as much.
“I have to do this, serdtse,” he tells me as he takes the bag and starts filling it with guns and ammo.
“You have nothing to prove, Nik,” I insist. “You don’t need to get yourself killed over something my brother did.”
Nikolai sets the bag down with a loud thump and turns to me. His gray eyes are soft when they lock on mine. His hands are gentle as he touches me.
“It’s about honor,” he tells me softly. “The Sokolov name is now intertwined with Volkov. If your family is disrespected, I am as well, and I don’t tolerate that. We live in a world of sharks. They’ll come rushing in if they smell even a hint of weakness. Do you understand? I have no choice.”
I sniff and nod, my eyes filling with tears. He cups my cheeks and leans his forehead against mine. I inhale his breath, holding it inside of me until my head swims from the lack of oxygen.
“We’ll be okay, serdtse,” he murmurs. “Together, we’ll be okay. I’m doing this for us.”
I tilt my head back, my mouth seeking his. Our lips lock, and he presses me closer to him, his large palms splaying across my back.
“Make love to me,” I plead in between deep, sultry kisses. “And you have to promise to return to us. I need you to promise me.”
Nikolai smiles and pushes a stray blonde lock behind my ear. “Nothing will keep me from returning to you, moye serdtse. Nothing.”
He picks me up as if I weigh nothing and lays me down on the dirty floor. I’m too excited to care about my white dress getting soiled. I just want him. I want to know that everything will be alright.
“Hurry,” I beg, undressing him quickly. As soon as he slips his arms around my waist and pulls my dress off my body, I lean in to feel his skin on mine. I’ve missed it. It’s too cold without him. “Don’t torture me, Nik.”
He ignores my request and takes his time kissing every inch of my body, going from my neck to my collarbone, until he finally catches the tip of my nipple in his mouth. He lightly grazes the sensitive nub, making me let out a pained whimper. I need him right now, and the foreplay isn’t helping one bit.
“Nikolai,” I say sharply. I have to force my breath to calm down so I sound confident. “Give me your goddamn cock and make me scream.”
My demand seems to catch his attention. He raises himself above me, admiring the view. “Oh, serdtse,” he whispers, and quickly takes his pants off. “That, I can do.”
He then thrusts into me with brute force, meeting my need with vehemence. He grabs my hips and nearly lifts me off the ground.
“Kiss me,” he orders, and I obey. We lick and bite each other, desperate for a taste, desperate to get closer. I wrap my legs around his body, pulling him in and burying him deeper inside me.
I dig my nails into the flesh of his back. Nikolai captures my wrists and pins them next to my head, shoving my pelvis against him with every thrust of his hips. My climax is coming at me fast. Soon, it’s there, and I’m teetering on the edge, ready to tumble into oblivion. Nikolai holds on, wanting to prolong the moment. He has the stamina of a horse, ready to keep going. His body is built for me, his mind only set on the pleasure it gives me.
Soon, Nikolai’s movements become faster and more ragged. He moans my name into the shell of my ear. Hearing him say my name, filled with such intense pleasure, does it for me. My breathing stops, just before my body shivers uncontrollably. Every muscle in my body tenses, ready for the next thrust. I feel the sparks of another orgasm coming. They’re burning hotter this time, and when they do take over my body, I scream out, enjoying the rush.
And yet, he keeps going.
When I’m somewhat coherent again, he grabs my hips and rolls us into a new position. He’s beneath me as I straddle him, ready to ride him within an inch of his life. It seems like the only word I can speak at the moment is his name.
“Nikolai,” I whisper, and arch my back as he drives his hips higher. He plays with my breasts while I ride his manhood, clasping his erection between my folds. His fingers dance across the skin of my stomach. The closer he gets to my invisible baby bump, the more my pleasure increases.
My breathing hitches, and I once again teeter on the brink of yet another climax until my world crashes and violent shivers follow it. Nikolai’s groans join my cries of pleasure. He sits up and pulls me against him. I move my hips back and forth, left and right, rubbing his cock with my pussy, tightening around him.
His breathing matches the intensity of my movements, and soon, we share just one frantic heartbeat. When I think he’s reached his peak and he’s about to release, he topples us and puts my legs over his shoulders. I let out a yelp of pain and anticipation. His gray eyes darken even more as his cock thickens inside of me.
I’m delirious with desire for him, and when I’m close to yet another orgasm, he’s not far behind me. With a primal roar, he slams his hips into mine. When he comes, I follow suit, moaning out his name.
Panting from the intense love-making, I pull him closer to me and bury my nose in the crook of his neck.
“Promise me,” I say, when I can finally formulate a coherent thought.
He holds me tighter. “Always, moye serdtse. In this life and the next.”
“I’m never letting you go,” I tell him.
Nikolai chuckles and rubs my back. He stands up, taking me with him. My naked body fits into his as if I was made for him and him for me. And in a way, we were.
My heart’s pounding in my chest, and a sick feeling lingers in the pit of my stomach. I cling to Nikolai, and in that moment, nothing will ever tear us apart. The realization makes me feel faint. I can barely catch my breath, the panic growing, choking me.
The nagging thoughts at the back of my head won’t quiet. What if he’s killed? What if something happens to him, and he leaves me alone?
I’m a little delirious as he pulls my dress over my head.
“We should get married,” I blurt out.
Nikolai glances at me. “We’ll get married.”
“Now,” I demand, widening my eyes at him. “We should get married right now.”
Nikolai furrows his brows and shakes his head. “No, serdtse. We’ve done a lot of things badly, but this is one thing I want to do properly.”
“I love you, Nik,” I tell him, realizing it’s truer than anything else I’ve ever said. “I’m in love with you.”
Nikolai halts and looks straight into my eyes. Then he releases a breathy chuckle and grabs me by the arms, shaking his head in disbelief.
“You’re crazy,” he whispers, and kisses me deeply.
When he pulls away, I pout. “That’s all you’re going to say to me?”
Nikolai’s gray eyes go to slits. “And I love you too, serdtse.”
“Does that mean we’ll do it?” I ask with a smirk, excitement coursing through my veins.
Nikolai’s own smile could light up the entire room.
“My God,” he mutters, and pulls me into his embrace. “There’s nothing I’d love more than to be your husband. And yes, we’ll get married. Just not yet.”
I groan. “Ugh, you’re such a buzzkill.”
“This buzzkill loves you, moye serdtse,” he coos, as if he is talking to a baby. It would make me gag if it was anyone else. “And I will come back to make an honest woman out of you.”
I exhale and squeeze him. “I’ll hold you to that,” I say against his neck, drinking him in and imprinting this moment to memory. I’ll need it if he doesn’t return to me. I don’t see anything other than him for me and my future. Whatever’s coming our way, we’ll face it.
Nikolai picks up his bag, and we leave the basement together. He’ll take me back to my parents’ house, where he and his men will meet with Igor and my father’s thugs. Together, they’re going to go after Yakov at one of Gargarin’s bars, which he frequents. I’m glad they don’t involve me in their planning, keeping the details to themselves. I don’t think I could deal with all the unknowns.
As I sit in the car, I rub my belly and pray that Nik will come back to us.