Page 16 of Niko's Printsessa

“Not happening. Not tonight, tomorrow, or ever.”

“I see. He won’t be pleased.”

“That’s kind of the idea.”

She lets out a hoot of laughter, “I’ll break the news to Mr. Petrova and ask Daniel to deliver your meal to your room.”

She turns to leave, but I quickly ask, “Dharma?”

“Hm?”

“Does Niko have a lot of guests?”

“Only family and work colleagues.” She winks. Right, work colleagues, as in Bratva killers.

“No women?”

“Never.”

Twenty minutes later Dan knocks, and the delicious aroma makes my stomach growl. I didn’t realize how hungry I was. He leaves me and I lift the silver dome, revealing a filet mignon, buttered potatoes and steamed asparagus. I cut into the steak and it’s perfectly cooked.

It’s melt-in-my-mouth delicious, and the bottle of white wine Dan left opened in the chiller is begging to be consumed. It isn’t vodka, but it’ll do.

???

After my meal and three glasses of wine, I’m feeling no pain. And I’m quite proud of my unpacking, although a little messy. Okay, a lot messy. I take my glass and sit out on the balcony of my prison, watching the sunset and drinking the rest of my wine. I hate to admit how beautiful it is, being out here and away from the neon lights and noise of the city.

I’ll never admit it to him.

I half expected him to barrel down my door and quote Beauty and the Beast, declaring,if she doesn't eat with me, then she doesn't eat at all! But he didn’t, and the armoire in my room hasn’t come to life.

I finish my wine and change into a pair of pajama shorts and tank top, missing the shorts Niko tore off of me. They were my favorite. Yes, they were old and faded, but they were so comfy.

I slip into bed and the wine buzzing through my body only drives more thoughts of Niko and his talented hands. So sexy and powerful, firm but gentle, and oh so giving.

I pull my shorts down and slide my finger along my wet slit. It feels so good. What I wouldn’t give for him to barge through the door right now and rip these off too.

He tore them off of me with the flick of his hand and then carried me, my bare ass on full display, into his office and dumped me on the floor like a sack of potatoes.

His office was so him. I never thought of Niko as an avid reader. Yes, he’s educated, but I figured he was too busy sharpening his knives to open a book. I try to picture him reading beside a crackling fire, but nothing takes shape.

I slip my finger into my wetness and moan, yearning for his cock to fill me. I add two more fingers and slide them in and out, imagining it’s him.

He said I needed to be punished, and I thought it was a joke. But it wasn’t. I smarted off accusing him of wanting to play daddy, yet my thighs clenched with my words.

I literally lost my mind when my clit dragged across the rough fabric of his jeans.And then he grabbed hold of my waist and ordered me to take it. To take my orgasm. His words of encouragement and praise eliminated any hesitation.

I rub my thumb over my sensitive bud and the ache for Niko rises to astronomical levels. My release slowly builds as I edge myself and stop, only to build it up again. It’s torture, the best kind of torture.

His words escape my mouth, “Take it, Becca.”

My climax continues to build, but I’m not ready for this euphoric feeling to end. I’m not ready for my fantasy with Niko to be over. I edge myself while thinking of what he said to me,“You are so fucking wet. Fuck, and so beautiful when you come, the sounds you make, damn, that is my new favorite melody.”Did he really mean that or is he a master of seduction?

Moaning, I finger fuck myself faster, needing and wanting more.“So responsive. God, Becca, you’re so wet, so fucking tight.”

His fingers felt so good, invading me, filling me, and fucking me.

“You like it rough? Such a good girl, you’ll take my cock so well won’t you?”

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