Page 70 of Runaway Queen

Nikolai leaned down to keep his eyes on his. The smaller man shifted uncomfortably, his fists clenching and unclenching.

“I’m talking about the fact that this, right here, is your last day on earth. I hope you enjoyed it.”

Edward backed away, his face paling. “Are you serious? You’re going to kill me? The police will get you.”

“They can try.”

“All because of some bitch?”

A flash of terrifying fury moved through Nikolai’s steel eyes. “Eddie,bratan. You just had to run your mouth, didn’t you. I was going to walk you off the cliff at the back, a quick, merciful death. But you just landed yourself even deeper in it.”

“Who is she to you?”

“Words can’t capture all the things she is to me, but I’ll try to dumb it down for you. She’s the mother of my son and soon-to-be wife.”

Edward blanched, realizing that he wasn’t going to be able to bluff his way out. “I apologize. I shouldn’t have touched her. I didn’t know.” He had moved to the bargaining stage of grief for his life.

“It’s too late for that. This isn’t a game show. No second chances.” Nikolai pressed the barrel of the gun into Edward Sloane’s forehead. “The only thing to decide now is how much it’s going to hurt.”

Was he going to shoot him right in front of me? My head was swimming, and the drug was really kicking in now that I didn’t have the frantic energy needed to stay alert. Now that I wasn’t alone here. Now that Nikolai was here to save me.

My vision turned blurry, the edges darkening, before sleep washed over me.

* * *

In my dream,I was surrounded by burning skin. Strong hands held me, turned me, spread me wide. Liquid heat pooled between my legs, and I squirmed closer and closer to the feeling.

I woke suddenly when a thick finger breached me.

I jerked against the head between my thighs. A smooth scalp met my touch.

Nikolai.

His tongue was laving my clit, and his finger was pumping into me. I was so wet, I knew he hadn’t just started.

“Awake, finally, prom queen?”

I opened my mouth to speak, and a groan left it. I writhed against the sheets, bringing my hips up to chase his smirking mouth. He pushed another finger inside me, stretching me, rubbing against my G-spot, so the pressure inside felt like it would burst.

“Do you have any idea how many times you’ve already come in my mouth?”

I shook my head, unable to talk.

Last night threatened to return to my consciousness, and I pushed it back down. I’d think about it later. After. First, I was going to come hard on the face of the man who had protected me once again.

I was rising, lingering right on the edge. I could feel my orgasm heading toward me like a steam train. Just as my muscles twitched, Nikolai stopped.

“Hey!” I protested.

He chuckled as he flopped onto his back, grabbing my hips as he went. I struggled upright, finding myself straddling his upper chest.

“Ride my face, Sofia, if you want to come.”

I looked down at him. If felt far too early in the morning to be so filthy.

“Come on,lastochka, suffocate me with that pussy, flood my face.”

I considered his words for a moment. His gray eyes were staring up at me, and his lips were wet, already smeared with my juices.

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