Page 34 of Niko's Printsessa
He rips me into his chest and wraps his hand around my throat. “Are you scared of me?”
I can feel his hard cock against my thigh, I try to wrestle out of his hold but for such a large guy, he’s quick. Before I can comprehend, he’s sweeping the table clean. Poker chips, money, cards, shot glasses, are strewn across the room. I land on my back in the center of the table, he spreads my legs to stand between them, his palms slap against my thighs, keeping me where he wants me. The heat of his touch burns all the way to my soul.
He sneers, “You think I’m dangerous?”
I don’t bother answering because he knows the answer.
One of his hands gently runs over my ankle, along my calf, under the crease of my knee, and slowly up my thigh until his fingers find the hem of my shorts.
His deep voice quickens my pulse and awakens my desire. “What is it with you and flimsy shorts. Fuck, they barely cover your perfect, round ass.”
His hand slips under the thin fabric. “No fucking panties? You’re killing me.”
My brain is muddled and I’m suddenly mute, all retorts evaporate. My breathing becomes erratic as he continues toexplore my ass, creeping close to my forbidden hole and the trail of flesh that will lead him to the pool of wetness he’s creating.
He leans in and I silently beg him to kiss me. We’ve never kissed. He’s licked my pussy, but his lips have never touched my mouth and I desperately need to know what kissing Niko Petrova feels like.
He sinks his teeth into my shoulder and runs his tongue across my neck, sucking on my tingling skin. He smells of musk, gun powder, and danger.
“You taste so fucking good.”
It takes a second to realize the whimpers filling the room are mine.
“I love the sounds you make when you crave my cock.”
The air is heated and heady, and my arousal is dripping dangerously towards his fingers. I cling to my armor and say, unconvincingly, “I don’t crave anything of yours.”
His lips move over the sensitive skin beneath my earlobe as he speaks, raising the hair on the back of my neck and sending my pulse in overdrive. “Let’s see about that, shall we?”
I should fight him but I’m paralyzed by his scent, his voice, his touch. His finger runs along the crack of my ass to my slick folds. But, instead of sliding into me and filling me, like I so desperately need, he teases the skin just beyond my sensitive entry, running the lightest touch of imaginary circles around my wetness, inching closer each time. My body trembles, aching for him to touch me there, and if he doesn’t soon, I will certainly die.
He tortures me, removing his hand, and a groan of agony escapes me.
He tugs at my thin top. “Are you trying to give every male in Vegas a coronary?”
My voice sounds stronger than my diminishing will power, “I lounge in them, sleep in them, I don’t go grocery shopping dressed like this.”
He pushes the fabric aside to reveal my breasts. The tips of his fingers draw a circle around my nipple before he pinches hard, and I gasp at the pain sending a bolt of pleasure between my thighs.
“Those men are lucky I don’t kill them for looking at you.”
He mimics his actions with my other nipple and I arch into his touch. “Oh, God.”
“No sweetheart. You’ll only find the devil here.” He continues to torment my breasts, pinching and sucking, alternating and teasing me into a frenzy.
“Please,” I beg.
“Don’t worry,Printsessa, in due time.”
My breath hisses.
He pulls away and I muster the courage to meet his gaze, and it’s like looking into the eye of a storm – dark, deep, tumultuous,
Every nerve in my body is alive and screaming for more.
His sneer sends a cold shiver down my back, I should be frightened, but he caresses my wrist with his thumb and the swoosh running through my chest makes me dizzy. He’s controlling but there’s an unexpected softness to him. A softness few people are privileged to see.
“Niko,” I whisper, not knowing if I want him to let go or swallow me whole.