Page 43 of Nikolai (Kansas City Reapers)

I pouted a little, my lower lip sticking out adorably at the idea of not doing new things. Well, I imagined it must be adorable, at least. The things I had read about, the things we had discussed, sounded so wild. I wanted to experience it myself. If bratting wouldn’t get me what I wanted, maybe pouting would do the trick.

“Patience, princess. It’s a process. You have to walk before you can run,” he teased, completely unfazed.

“But I want to havefun,” I reasserted, crossing my arms over my chest and adding to the facade of pouting. I even went as far as stomping my foot for good measure.

“Oh, trust me, you’ll have fun.” The smirk on his facewas so handsome, so goading, I wanted to smack it right off his charming face.

“Promise?” I teased right back, a devilish glint in my gaze.

“Pinky promise.” He held out his pinky, linking it with mine and sealing our vow. I gazed up at him warily, but I knew I could trust him. Before releasing the pinky hold, he added, “Are you ready to truly begin?”

“Born ready, buddy.”

With a tug, he pulled me in, our lips crashing together, his hand following the line of my jaw to the back of my neck. His fingers toyed and played in the silken tresses, wrapping around and around until, with a forceful tug, he pulled me away as I gasped and hissed.

“Now let’s see just how well you can behave, princess,” he teased, the husky tone of his desire only making his Russian accent all the more pronounced.

His hand released me as he moved back towards his bag. I watched, enraptured, as he pulled item after item out of the bag. It was like a kink store come to life, all in that one bag. He spread the items out over the desk in the room. I hadn’t noticed he had removed the things that normally adorned the desktop.

“Wow,” I muttered under my breath. Arousal sparked through me like lightning, nearly burning me alive from the inside out as my eyes roved over the sheer amount of toys and items laid out on the table. Things he was about to use onme.

“A little hot over there, princess?” he teased with a smirk.

“Maybe,” I snarked right back, matching that smirk with one of my own.

“Then why don’t you turn on the fan?” I thought about his request for all of five seconds before turning towards the door, just as he turned back to his bag. But before I could take a step, another idea lodged itself in my brain and would not be ignored. Quiet as a mouse, I tiptoed towards the bed and laid myself back on it seductively.

“I thought I told you to —” he began, but his words halted as he took notice of me there on the bed. I instantly doubled down on my efforts.

“You are so good at what you do, fan. Keeping me cool and comfortable. It’s such a turn-on, don’t you think? And those blades, so sleek and sexy. Mmm, I can’t think of anything hotter than when you spin round and round. So fast. So effortless. It’s just so sexy,” I spoke, keeping my voice low and sexy.

“What in the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asked, sounding truly confused. I glanced over at him as covertly as possible, seeing him peering over at me, arms crossed over his muscular chest.

“Just following directions… Sir.” I threw a wink his way before letting my eyes wander back up to the fan. I put everything I had into my little display, writhing on the bed, making kissing faces and sounds, even going so far as to dirty talk to the motionless fan above. “You’re such a bad fan. Such a sexy, bad fan with those smooth blades. So sexy.”

He chuckled, walking towards me, almost stalking me like a predator — a predator intent on devouring his prey.He leaned over me, hands holding my wrists down as I peered up at him from beneath my lashes.

“You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?” he said in a tone that almost made me rethink my decisions. Almost..

“Did you honestly think I’d make this easy?”

“Not for one second,” he growled, stealing my lips once more in a heated kiss. I lost myself at the moment; his tongue caressing mine, lips slipping over and under one another. As he pulled away, I pouted, whining at the loss of his mouth against mine. His hand found mine, tugging me to my feet as he chuckled.

“Undress me, princess.”

“Did you forget how? Aw, poor buddy.” I bratted with a chuckle, but as soon as the words left my lips, he pinned me with a look that told me to knock it off. “Yes… sir.”

His triumphant smile instantly had me wanting to brat even harder, but I decided to play nice for the time being. Standing before him and gazing up into his eyes, my fingers found the top button of his shirt and undid it. Slowly, my hands followed the line of buttons down, never taking my eyes off of his face.

I noticed with inward glee the way his face changed from that impish grin to a look of hunger as my hands slipped inside the now unbuttoned shirt, around his hips, and up his sides to his shoulders before slipping it off and down his arms to puddle on the floor behind him. My hands trailed back across his chest, and I found myself getting lost in tracing the lines of his rippling muscles.

“Very good, princess. Don’t stop there. Or do I need to teach you how to unbuckle a belt?” His voice was full of desire, belying his goading words. I was caught betweenwanting to brat right back at him and wanting to melt into my own puddle of arousal as the deep rumble of his voice shot straight to my clit.

He took the decision away from me as one of his hands slid around the back of my neck and up into my unruly curls, tugging the way he had just minutes before. This time, I barely resisted as he guided me back down to my knees.

“Now you may touch my belt, princess.” He said with a smirk, in that playfully condescending tone he was so fond of.

I almost growled in frustration at having to follow his commands without making him work for it, but I could not very well refuse now, not when I’d been trying to get into his pants not ten minutes ago. So with a strange mixture of reluctance and excitement, I made quick work of the belt, not even bothering to pull it from the loops of his pants before I undid those as well and slid them down his legs, leaving him in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that did little to hide his quickly growing erection.

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