Page 6 of Niko's Printsessa
“So what if it is? God forbid I don’t thrive on killing people!”
He smirks. “You don’t know until you try. Maybe you have the Sokolov gift.”
“Will you do me the honor of being my first?”
“Tsk tsk, Princess.”
“Has all the testosterone gone to your head? You wouldn’t stop your life because of some stupid threat, so why should I? Fuckthis, I’m out of here.” I head towards the guestroom, but he blocks me with his hard body.
“Get out of my way.”
He looks back at Sergei and Andrei and they both nod. The next thing I know, I’m thrown over his shoulder and he’s walking towards the front door. I pound his back, but he easily ignores me. He yells to my cousins, “You know where we’ll be. Keep me updated, and when you find the fucker, I get to make the first cut.”
The palm of his huge hand lands on my ass, his fingers dangerously close to the hem of my shorts, and as much as I fight him, tingles surge through my body.
My ass lands on the leather seat of his SUV and he slams the door. I jiggle the handle but it doesn’t budge. I lunge towards the back seat in an attempt to escape, but he opens the driver’s side and grabs my hips. I try to wrestle out of his hold, but he grips my shorts and when I arch forward, they end up at my ankles. He growls and roughly yanks me back into his chest. My butt ends up on the driver’s seat and my legs are flung over the center console. He squeezes my waist, keeping me in place and surely leaving a bruise. I pant, trying to catch my breath, and my breasts rise and fall rapidly under my thin top. My cheeks heat at my precarious position, naked from the waist down with my pussy on full display. I’m one hundred percent appalled, but my body didn’t get the memo. My nipples are hard and my sex slickens with desire.
I swear he sucks in his breath.
Seconds pass with only our heavy breathing between us before his husky voice dominates the vehicle. “Try that again and I’ll spank that bare ass of yours.”
My face flames and the ache between my thighs intensifies.
“Move over and buckle up.”
I huff and climb over the console with the poise of a giraffe. I pull my shorts up, hopefully covering the scent of my arousal. I cross my arms over my thin tank top and pebbled nipples, and I glare at him, baring my teeth. I want to scratch his midnight eyes out.
“You won’t get away with this!”
He arches his eyebrows and I wait for his retort, but he dismisses me, turning away and ignoring me. He backs out of the driveway, and speeds through my cousin’s upscale neighborhood and onto the interstate, leaving the city.
“Aren’t we stopping at my condo?”
“Why? So you can try to escape again?”
Of course.“What about my clothes?”
“Tali.”
“Traitor.”
“She cares about you.”
“If she cared about me, she’d be on my side.”
“She is. The Sokolov Bratva side.”
“I can’t believe you are doing this to me!”
“To you?”
“Fucking cavemen! I didn’t ask for this!”
He abruptly swerves to the side of the road and screeches to a halt. I grab the door handle, but it’s still locked and the controls are hidden. Fancy fucking Bratva car.
He turns to me but when he opens his mouth, nothing comes out. His eyes darken and he licks his lower lip as he stares at me, making me shift nervously in my seat. He’s never looked atme like this, his eyes are heated and angry but there’s something else.
I must’ve imagined it because in a blink his face returns to its normal menacing self. His voice is callous and cold, sharp with annoyance. “Do you think this is a fucking walk in the park for me? Do you think this is how I want to spend my time,Printsessa?”