Page 27 of Niko's Printsessa
Instead of showing her all the good, and bad, things I want to do to her, I ask, “What did you say about your art? You can’t sell it?”
“If I display it locally under my name, I’ll never know if the buyers genuinely appreciate it or if they’re trying to buy their way into the good graces of my family.”
“Ah, I see. Can you sell under a fake name? Like authors who use pen names?”
She hesitates and bites her lip, before deciding to speak. “Only Anya knows, but that’s what I’m doing, trying. I haven’t told anyone, because I’m terrified the harsh truth of my non-existent talent will be revealed, and I’llhaveto resort to using my last name for success. I don’t want to be a fraud, a failure.”
“You aren’t a fraud, Becca, you’re really talented.”
She jumps out of my lap and focuses on cleaning up the aftermath of her tantrum. “You’ve never seen my work.”
“Yes, I have. Those pieces you donated to Aunt Zoya’s charity event? You raised a lot of money for a good cause.”
“Did you evenlookat them?
“I can appreciate great art when I see it.”
She waves me off. “Whatever. Those pieces only went for high dollar because of my name. Case and point,” she scoffs.
I raise an easel from the ground and shrug. “We’ll just have to agree to disagree.”
“That’s not all we disagree on.”
I smirk. “Enlighten me.”
She stares me down, her armor back in place. “I can take care of myself.”
“No doubt.”
“And, I’ll fuck whomever I want.”
Over my dead body. I roll my eyes, pretending her words aren’t a punch to my heart. “Such a mouth on you.”
“Me? What about your colorful comments about fucking two women?”
“Jealous?”
I slowly step towards her but she tries to keep the distance between us.
“As if. I would never!”
I cock my head to the side, amused. “Never what? Share me?”
“I don’t want you period! Alone, shared, in a fucking cult. I’m not like those women you screw.”
“Believe me, I know.”
“You’re so fucking crude. This isn’t the middle ages. You want a sex slave to shut up and take it in every hole.”
I step into her space, crowding her, and her body trembles, sending blood rushing straight to my cock.
“Sex slave. That’s a fantasy I could get into. You, tied to my bed, naked, spread eagle with my cum dripping out of you, as you beg me for more.”
I run a finger along her arm, surprised when she doesn’t move. “I’d punish you with so many orgasms that you’d black out. Hmm?”
Her mouth opens slightly, her eyelids heavy.
“Have you ever been with a man who puts you first? A man that licks every inch of your body?” I brush a strand of her hair out of the way, grazing her collarbone, and she shivers. “My teeth marks would look so good on you.”