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His words are barely there, ghosting my lower lip and traveling down to my core.
“In that case, I’m ready to see what you’ve got,” I reply, well aware of the fact that I’m lusting after him like a horny vixen. Whenever Mila jokingly used her psychotherapist powers on me, she always said that my bad moods had roots in my sexual frustrations.
Ever since Nikolai fucked me, I’ve been feeling more centered. My mood improved, despite still being a prisoner and a forced wife-to-be. Maybe his cock is the magic key to melting my heart of ice.
The silly thought makes me chuckle against his lips. He pulls back ever so slightly and tilts his head to the side.
“Care to share the joke, serdtse?” he asks, his eyes narrowed on mine.
“Not really,” I mutter with a contented sigh.
He smiles and takes my hand in his. “Let’s go then. I can’t wait to unwrap you.”
He leads me out of the cellar, through the house, and up the stairs. There are other rooms, but I don’t pay attention to them because my sight is set on only one thing.
Him.
Only him.
And tonight, I’m done being angry.
I follow him into what appears to be the master bedroom. The walls are beige. There’s a small reading nook by the window, a grand fireplace, and a large, king-sized bed in the middle. Nothing exorbitant, yet it feels incredibly luxurious.
“The bedrooms on the third floor are equally comfortable,” he says, his hands slipping around my waist, “but this is where I’m hoping we’ll spend most of our time.”
“I don’t understand,” I say quietly. “Do you want us to share a bedroom, or do you want me to stay on the other floor once we’re married?”
“Staying apart would feel like you were my mistress,” Nikolai says, brushing my hair aside and bringing his lips to my shoulder. “You’re about to be my wife, and I want everyone to know it. But I also want you to be comfortable in this arranged marriage of ours. So, if you prefer to start by having your own space, I can agree to that as long as you don’t deny me when I come to you.”
I spin in his arms and face him. “You’d be willing to let me sleep alone?”
“I want you to share my bed,” he says. “There’s nothing like waking up together. But I do understand if you need time to get used to me.”
He grabs me by the waist and pulls me close, letting me feel every inch of his desire. It makes it difficult to keep my wits about me.
“Use the time to think it over,” he adds, offering me a smirk and a heated look.
He releases me, walks over to the bed, and sits down. He rakes a hand through his black hair, messing it up in a way that has me dying to ruffle it even more.
“That’s generous of you,” I murmur.
“Is it? Didn’t you hear about the part where I expect you won’t deny me?” he muses, tilting his head to the side.
The thought of him coming to me at any hour of day and night thrills me more than I’m willing to admit. I wouldn’t want to send him away if he came looking for me. Not anymore. Not when I know just how much pleasure he can give me.
“You’re a slave to your desires just as much as I am to mine,” I tell him, with a cheeky smile. “It’s a fair agreement, I believe.”
“Everything between us will be fair,” Nikolai replies, taking a moment to glide his gaze all the way up my body. It lingers on my lips. A smirk tugs the corner of his mouth higher. “Take off your dress, sweet Katarina.”
“Is that an order?” I tease, beginning to lift the hem of my dress playfully.
“Damn right, it is. I’ve been dying to touch you,” he rumbles.
In the late hour of the night and under the influence of the wine, it’s easy to offer each other little truths.
I slip the fabric up and over my head, knowing full well it will take Nikolai another three seconds to come take it from me. That’s exactly what he does, his gaze eating me alive as it travels all the way to my panties and back to my bra. I wish my thong was at least matching in color or style, but considering I can’t go out and buy things myself, he’ll have to deal with it.
As soon as Nikolai discards my dress, he pats his thighs. The look on his face shows that he’s waiting for me to straddle him.
