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His voice hardens as he straightens. “Now, go back inside and do as I told you,” he orders. “I better see your ass on my bed when I get back.”

Still breathless, I nod again, my voice failing me.

Nik strides toward the black SUV, his movements purposeful. At the last second, I find my voice. “Come back to me,” I say, my words trembling with everything I haven’t had the chance to say.

He pauses, turning back. In two swift steps, he’s in front of me again, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss so quick and fierce it leaves me reeling. Resting his forehead against mine, he whispers, his voice raw with promise. “Kiska. Wild horses couldn’t keep me away.”

And then he’s gone, slipping into the car without another word.

All I can do is stand there, watching helplessly as the vehicle pulls away, taking him from me.

Chapter 40

Nik

As usual,ever since Kat barged into my life and turned it upside down, my temper flares before I can stop it. Again. I kick my bedroom door open, and it slams against the wall with a loudbang. Unnecessary? Sure. Satisfying? Absolutely.

Kat practically jumps out of her skin, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. Her wide eyes lock on mine, and the relief that floods her face is almost enough to take the edge off my frustration.“Thank God,” she whispers, scrambling off the bed. “You’re alive.”

Before I can get a word out, she launches herself at me, her arms wrapping tightly around my neck. Her legs hook around my waist like it’s something she’s been doing her whole life. Seems like this is her thing now. Not that I’m complaining.

She’s trembling as she clings to me, her face buried in the crook of my neck. I feel her take a deep inhale, and I pull back slightly, frowning.

“Did you just… smell me?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow.

She leans back just enough to meet my eyes, completely unfazed. “Oh, yeah. And I’m about to taste you, too.”

And God help me, true to her word, she does.

Her lips crash into mine, and the world shifts. The kiss is pure Kat—wild, fierce, and all-consuming. Her tongue curls around mine, and I tighten my grip on her, pulling her as close as I can. It’s still not close enough. It never will be.

Then, just as quickly as it began, it’s over. She pulls back, her palms pressed against my chest as she catches her breath. Her lips are swollen and red, her eyes darting over my face like she’s searching for something, and all I can think about is how much I already miss her mouth on mine.

“Wait,” she says, her voice shaky. “Are you hurt? Let me look at you.”

I shake my head, still trying to get my brain back online. “Looking’s overrated,” I mutter, my voice rough. “Why don't you just go back to tasting me instead?”

She doesn’t listen. Instead, she fixes me with those sharp, assessing eyes, scanning every inch of me like she’s expecting me to keel over at any moment.

“I’m fine,” I mutter, scoffing as she fusses. It’s an unfamiliar sensation—unsettling, even. I can’t remember the last time anyone cared enough to check if I made it back in one piece. Hell, I’m not sure anyone ever has.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” she shoots back, her tone firm as she continues her inspection, undeterred by my grumbling.

I roll my eyes and spin in place, throwing my arms out wide. “See? Totally fine. Not a scratch on me. Happy?”

She arches an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Hmm,” she muses, her voice dripping with feigned skepticism. “I’m not convinced. Why don’t you take your clothes off so I can be sure?”

Her eyes glint with playful mischief, and I find myself grinning despite my earlier frustration. I grab her hand, tugging her gently toward me. “Come here,” I murmur, my lips brushing against hers.

She loops her arms around my neck and plants a quick, almost dismissive kiss on my lips before pulling back. “So, how’d it go?” she asks, her smile warm but expectant.

“Can we talk about this later?” I sigh, already knowing the answer.

“No way,” she says firmly. "I’ve been sitting here for hours, biting my nails and losing my mind wondering what happened to you. I’m not waiting another second.”

Shaking my head, I lean in, brushing my lips against the soft, sweet-smelling curve of her neck. “Then,kiska, we’ve got a problem. Because I’ve been dreaming about having you in my arms all day, and I'm not fucking waiting, either.”

She groans, swatting at my chest. “Be serious.”

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