Page 45 of Niko's Printsessa

“Niko, please. I need you.”

“This is supposed to be a punishment.”

“I can’t te….tell you.”

“You will. I wouldn’t make you if it weren’t necessary.”

He lines the vibrator against my ass, as his finger runs up my slit and his breath hitches. “You are so wet, baby.”

His phone, laying on the desk, lights up and I see the name Veronica flash across the screen. A text message reads,I’m around big guy if you still want to meet. Our usual place?

My brain goes haywire and my heart sinks. I was wrong about us. I’m just filling in until he meets up with her.

What is this? What are we? We’re insane and this is insanity, utter insanity. I was starting to believe we had something special, but the truth is it's temporary. I’m just another plaything for him to satisfy his kinky urges.

I’m such an idiot. He’s just fucking around with me because I’m here. He’s stuck with me, but he'd prefer Veronica.

I’m not Veronica, and honestly, I don’t want to be Veronica.

I want more.

He pumps two fingers into me and it feels so fucking good, but my head is reeling, and I'm sobbing.

“Niko.”

“Fuck, baby.”

“Niko!”

“You feel so good.”

“Niko, stop!”

He immediately removes his fingers and unclasps my wrists. I fall into his arms and he carries me to the couch. He quickly dresses me, the entire time apologizing.

“I’m so sorry, Becca, did I hurt you? Fuck. I’m so sorry. God please.”

Emotions hit me like a runaway train. Embarrassment, lust, vulnerability, apprehension. I hiccup on my tears, unable to look at him, curling into myself.

He kneels beside me, and his voice is heavy. “Bec?”

I choke out a whisper, “You… you didn’t do anything.” He didn’t. But I can’t do this. I need more.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t…. I don’t know.” I sit up but he remains on his knees. It’s so weird to see such a beast of a man exposed. I doubt many people experience this Niko. That and the concern in his eyes gives my heart hope. Maybe, just maybe.

He remains silent, patiently waiting for me to continue. “What are we doing? One minute we’re at each other’s throats, and the next…. I’m so embarrassed.”

He face squinches up in pain, like I’ve punched him in the stomach. “Why the fuck are you embarrassed?”

My voice raises in frustration, “I wanted you, followed you around like a lost puppy for years. Years! And you didn’t give me the time of day.”

“You were jailbait, and I was proving myself to Andrei.”

“And then you dismissed me on my twenty-first birthday.”

“You were drunk.”

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