“Yes, she does,” Nikolai says softly.
We’re both quiet for a moment, knowing that something important has passed between us. I hope he realizes that I’m saying I haven’t forgiven him, but that one day, I will.
“Goodnight, little one,” he says, fondly as he gets up and walks toward the door.
“Goodnight, pumpkin,” I say, kissing her on the forehead.
“Night night,” she replies, already falling asleep.
When I leave the room, shutting the door softly behind me, Nikolai is waiting for me.
“Arianna…”
“Not now, Nikolai. I’m not ready,” I reply wearily.
As I turn to move past him, he gently catches my wrist in his hand.
“I’m not going to apologize for what I did. I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I will always do whatever it takes to keep you and that little girl safe, I promise. I will protect Mads no matter what. But if she’s mine, I deserve to know.”
He’s right, I know he’s right, but I can’t find the words, still can’t bring myself to tell him. To admit that I’ve been lying to him, hiding his child from him. The last time I betrayed him, I lost him. He hated me for it. I can’t bear to see that expression of hurt and anger on his face again. I don’t think he’d ever forgive me. And the longer I hide it from him the worse it gets. How do I tell him without losing him? Because despite everything he’s done. I can’t bear the thought of being apart from him again.
Unable and unwilling to tell him yet, I do the only thing I can think of, I kiss him.
Surprised, he doesn’t respond immediately, but then he kisses me back passionately, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. He lifts me, carrying me into his bedroom. The masculine scent of him fills the room and I hungrily tear off his clothes, allowing him to do the same to me. Suddenly, I’m overwhelmed with the need to fuck him and forget everything. I don’t want to think about everything that’s passed between us, I just want him.
He lays me down on the bed, peeling my already soaking panties off, eyeing me hungrily.
“I knew you couldn’t stay mad at me,” he says with a devilish grin.
“Oh, I’m still mad, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to fuck you,” I state, getting up and pushing him to sit down so I can straddle him.
“I’m glad to hear it,” he growls.
I place his throbbing erection against my slit, guiding it in. He stays still allowing me to take control for a change as I ride his cock. I claw and scratch at his back as he sucks on my nipples.
“You don’t fucking own me, you don’t get to decide what’s best for me,” I pant as I bring myself to the edge.
He flips me over, pulling out and denying me the orgasm that was building. Now I’m on all fours he enters me from behind, thrusting in deep and hard, causing me to cry out.
“Yes, I do. I fucking own you,kukolka, you’re mine. Admit it,” he grunts, spanking my ass as he pumps into me.
“Fuck!” I cry out in pleasure as he hammers into me, filling me and making my pussy spasm around him.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he commands.
“I’m yours!” I moan out, lost completely in the moment as the wave of pleasure ripples through me and I cum.
“That’s right,kukolka,” he grunts.
I know he’s close, and so I pull away, denying him the pleasure of this position. “Lie down,” I command, straddling him again as he obeys.
I hover over him, not taking the full length of him, just the tip. I look deep into his eyes.
“I might be yours, Nikolai, but don’t forget that you’re mine, too,” I purr.
I slide down the length of him, but I don’t move, still holding his gaze.
“Fuck that’s sexy,” he moans.