Page 28 of Niko's Printsessa

Her beautiful breasts heave up and down begging me to suck on them.

I lean in and graze my teeth across her shoulder. “Would you like that?”

“No?” Her voice more a question and holding no conviction whatsoever.

“I’d dine on your soaking wet pussy like I haven’t eaten in weeks.”

Her wide eyes blink rapidly and shakes her head, as if it’ll erase the scene I just painted for her.

“The things I would do to you.”

She abruptly storms to the door. “I don’t want anything from you.”

I close the distance between us in three strides, reaching the threshold and her intoxicating coconut scent wraps a band of tightness around my chest.

“Get out!” She screams.

She's mine no matter how hard she denies it, and I'm a possessive asshole.

“Put some clothes on, Bec. If you let Max’s men see you in these threads, I’ll bury them. You know I will.”

???

I didn’t see her for the rest of the day. Max and his crew showed up and we walked the perimeter and went over the security system. He positioned two men at the gate and one near the barn, and two more will walk around the buildings in opposite directions. Him and Rurik will guard her at the house. I trust him explicitly with Becca. He started out as a contract killer,Torpedo, but when he reached a certain age Andrei moved him to one of his trustedByki.

After they settled in, I went to my gym and worked out, trying to relieve the tension and coiled muscles. I punished myself for hours, but it did nothing to vanquish Becca from my mind.

She acted like I didn’t have an effect on her, but I saw through the smoke screen. I was hard as fuck watching her blush from my dirty words.

I shower and dress, telling myself to just leave without saying good-bye, but I find myself walking the house looking for her. I reach the kitchen and she’s not there either.

I raise my eyebrows to Dharma and she answers, “art studio, all day, hasn’t come out, not even to eat.”

I pull up the application on my phone and access the studio’s cameras, and my chest expands. She’s wearing a paint splattered sports bra and leggings. Her hair is pulled up haphazardly into a ponytail and her soft skin is marked with paint. The easel in front of her holds a large canvas depicting the dark skies, immediately transporting me back to last night. She dips a paintbrush into her palette of color and bites her lip as she flicks her wrist across the canvas. The Devil Comet comes to life before my eyes.

I shake myself out of the moment and tell Dharma, “Have Dan make her a tray. I guess we should feed the men, too.”

“We’re already on it. Will they be here all night?”

“Probably. Don’t worry, you’re safe with them.”

“I never worry.”

“I’ll be home late.”

She laughs, “So, per usual.”

???

The gates open to Sergei’s massive estate, that sits on top of a huge cliff overlooking the valley below. It has six bedrooms, ten bathrooms, and a gourmet kitchen that Olga runs with an iron fist. We all have theatre rooms, gyms, and pools, but his garden is one of a kind and Tali’s favorite place. It’s a mirror image of Alice in Wonderland, with flowers and greenery formed in the images of the Queen, Cheshire Cat and Alice herself. The botanical art is maintained by his large staff of gardeners. I once asked him why Alice in Wonderland, and he said he liked how maddening it was, just like him and this crazy life we survive day after day.

I get out of my truck and nod to one of his men and he opens the extravagant double door entrance. Sergei and Andrei have multiple guards strategically placed throughout their grounds. Someone would be an idiot to attempt an attack, but there are idiots out there, hence the guards.

Tali meets me inside, her green eyes shine with mischief.

“Serg in his office?”

“Yes. With Foko, Isaak and Alek, but don’t rush off just yet.”

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