Page 25 of Bloody Tainted Lies

I’m only fifteen; I shouldn’t have this pressure put on me yet. I shouldn’t even be having to think about this. But as I get older, I can’t help but think about it. Now I’m miserable with my heating pad on my belly and my heart full of hate for Leo. At least I have chocolate.

There’s a noise at the balcony door, and suddenly it creaks open. I sit up in bed quickly, my head spinning and my belly getting a sharp cramp, and I cry out. Nikolai emerges from the shadows, closing the door behind him as a cold gust of wind makes me shiver. It’s November in Chicago, and it’s freaking freezing. Part of the reason I didn’t go out to the park tonight.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I whisper yell at him.

He gets closer. “I could ask you the same thing,you know. You were supposed to meet me.”

“I was feeling, well I am feeling,indisposed.”

“AndIwas feeling worried!”

“Lower your dang voice, Nikolai.” He straightens at his full name. “The door is unlocked.”

Nik tenses and half runs to the door, locking it. “That was an easy fix.” He walks to my bed and sits on the edge of it, looking at me in the fetal position. His thumb brushes against my cheek, caressing it briefly. I close my eyes at the contact. “Now tell me what’s wrong so I can make you all better.”

“I have cramps.” I blush, my face heating a thousand degrees more. “I’m on my…period.”

“Poor baby,” he whispers. “I bet you feel awful.”

“I do.” My bottom lip wobbles. I should’ve taken Motrin, but I’m stubborn when it comes to medicine.

Nik crawls behind me and gets under the covers, pressing his groin to my butt. I tense. I don’t know why I’m so afraid all of a sudden. Maybe it’s because we’ve never done this before. It feels…intimate.

“May I?” he asks me, with his arm held mid-air.

“Yeah,” I reply, and his arm wraps around my middle. He gently massages my belly, easing some of the pain. I groan, and he chuckles. “That feels good.”

“I’m glad, princess.”

I roll my eyes at the nickname while secretly loving it.

He continues to rub my belly, and I close my eyes. I won’t lie, this is nice. Never in a million years would I have thought that I’d be lying in bed with Nik, much less on my period with him rubbing my belly, but I’m not complaining now.

Nik suddenly gets up and takes off his shirt then comes back down to lie behind me. He doesn’t wrap his arm around me anymore though, and that makes me kind of sad. Instead, his lips brush against my ear, down my jaw, and to my cheek. He kisses me softly, and my stomach hollows out.

“What else can I do to make you feel better, Camilla?” I smile at my name coming from his lips. The cute way he says it with his Russian accent. “I’ll do anything.”

“Can you pet me?” I imagine his frown from behind me, and I chuckle. “Pet my hair, baby.” The word slips out before I can control myself, and he laughs lightly, a husky little sound. I sigh.

His hand comes to my head, his fingers tangling in the soft strands of my hair, and he runs his fingers through it. “You have great hair.” His nose presses to my head, and he groans softly. “And you smell so good.”

“Like what?” I smile.

“Like honey.” I feel him smile back against my head. “And oranges.”

“You like it?”

“Love it.” My grin is about to split my face, though I don’t dare let him see it. “Can I take your pillow with me? So I can smell it later?”

I laugh at that. “Don’t be creepy.”

“Sorry, princess.”

There’s a moment of silence where I feel his head hit the pillow beside mine, and he continues to run his fingers through my hair. It’s like something possesses me though, and I flip over in bed to face him. He smiles at me as soon as my eyes meet his. He’s so cute. And hot. I have to keep myself from staring at him. In fact, I have to refrain from looking down at his body now that he’s shirtless. I refuse.

Instead, I reach out to brush the hair away from his forehead. “You’re pretty,” I tell him, and he laughs.

“I know.”

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