Page 13 of Niko's Printsessa
“I guess,” I snap.
She doesn’t make the expected retort, closing the door behind her but leaving her fingers on the handle as if she’s unsure of her choice, and she might bolt from my presence at any second.
“Sit.” My voice laced with annoyance.
She swallows, straightens her back and looks me straight in the eye, but her hesitant tone gives her away. “Why areyouangry withme?”
“I’m not.” But I am. I’m angry she’s so fucking beautiful, standing before me, shy, sweet, and primed for my demands. If I told her to drop to her knees, would she? Would she let me strip her bare? Would she crawl to me? Would she let me chain her to my desk, while I worked, waiting and eager to please? Would she suck me off while I discuss business over the phone? Would she stare at me with those doe eyes, her pussy drenched from my praises, while I choked her with my cock?
Her velvety voice jerks me out of my fantasy, “I’m not a dog.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose, “Just take a seat, Becca.”
She sits and winces, and my cock stands at attention. Is she thinking of my hand marking her? I want to tear those curve hugging jeans off of her and lean her over my desk. I want to admire my handy-work and maybe add a couple bite marks.
“Nik?” Once again, she's caught me daydreaming of her. “Did you hear me?”
“What?”
She flusters, “Earlier… that can’t happen again.”
“We’ll see,” I quip.
She bites her lip. Is she thinking about the orgasms I gave her?
She repeats with more conviction, “It can’t happen again. Ever.”
The truth hits me square in the chest. My job is to protect her, not fuck her, but damn it, I want both.
I chastise myself and soften my voice forcing the lies to tumble out, “You’re right, it was a mistake. We were both stressed and had a moment of weakness, but your safety is still my priority.”
“Do you really want to be demoted to my overbearing bodyguard?”
I smirk, “Yes, and if I remember correctly, your cousins said to use any tactic necessary to keep you safe. Which means if I have to bend you over my knee to remind you, I will.”
Her face reddens. “At least we agree on something.”
“Spankings?” My smirk morphs into a full grin.
Angry Becca is back and she stands, placing her hands on her hips. “Mistakes, asshole. We agree it was a mistake.”
I stand, round my desk, and grab her hand, tugging her hard against my chest. Her angry eyes widen.
My phone rings, saving us from making any more mistakes, and she shakes herself out of my hold. “Better get that. It might be one of your girls.” She says girls like it leaves a bad taste in her mouth. She whips her hair and stomps out of my office.
I groan, but let her leave, answering Andrei’s call. Sergei, Foko, and Ino are also with him in his office. Foko is one of Andrei’s and Sergei’s top soldiers.
“Any news?”
Ino says, “This guy is no amateur and must have state-of-the-art equipment. If I didn’t want to kill him, I might be impressed. He encrypted the email, which is pretty elementary and somethingI can typically track down in minutes. He anticipated that, and the software he’s using isn’t one I’m familiar with. I think it’s his own program.”
“Can you tell his location?”
“He could be next door or on the other side of the world.”
“Shit.”
“The email address was meant to send a message, as well, I am coming for [email protected]”