Page 129 of Nikola
So I did it again, this time even harder, and she cried out. The sound did something to my chest, so I bolted.
Once I was a safe distance away, I turned around. Of course Branka and Sasha ran over to her, pampering the little princess. I grinned, but she didn’t find me amusing at all.
Her scolding glare was pinned on me, but that wasn’t what bothered me. It was the tears that rolled down her cheeks and the hurtful expression she wore.
I watched her sign to my uncle Sasha.“He’s always pulling on my hair. He’s mean.”
I am not,I wanted to yell, but what was the point? She wouldn’t hear me nor would she listen. I just wanted her… attention?
“Boys are dumb,” Branka signed to her in comfort and I shot my aunt a glare. “Might as well learn that now.”
Everyone fussed over Skye. Branka. Sasha. Even Alexei and my parents. I didn’t mind it.
“Sasha too?”Skye questioned.
“I’m not dumb,” I grumbled under my breath, but nobody paid attention to me.
“I see we’re teaching my daughter to rule over the boys, huh?” Uncle Sasha beamed lovingly at his adoptive daughter.
I narrowed my eyes. Why would he be okay with it? Boys rule, not girls. He’d said that so many times, yet suddenly he’d switched sides.
“Best to just stay away from them. And if any of them give you a hard time”—Uncle Sasha glared at me—“Daddy’s going to whoop their ass.”
Skye smiled through her tears and asked,“Are you going to whoop Nikola’s ass? I want you to.”
Branka said something, but I couldn’t hear it. Or maybe I was too focused on Skye’s tears that made me feel sad.
“Nikola, get your butt over here,” Uncle Sasha demanded.
I sauntered over, my hands tucked in my pockets and my head hanging low. “I’m going to whoop your ass.” Skye snickered, and I glared at my uncle. Suddenly, I didn’t feel sorry for tugging at her pigtails. I’d make it my mission to do it again.“Unless you apologize to Skye and start treating her the way a girl should be treated. Gently and with respect.”
“Sorry,” I signed, although I didn’t mean it. I actually liked tugging on Skye’s hair. At least she paid attention to me then.
“You always protect the family, and Skye is family. She’s your cousin,” Sasha continued talking, but I was good at ignoring him. My dad said I got that bad trait from Uncle Sasha. “So what’s it gonna be?”
I stomped over to Skye, then pulled her into my arms. She was so small and fragile. I swore I would protect her, not because Uncle demanded, but because she needed it. I bent my head to kiss the top of her head, but then she raised her face and… Smooch.
It was the first and last time I blushed.
The crack of the door yanked me from my memory, and as if she was pulled by the magnetic force of it, a head with long dark hair poked through.
“I can’t sleep,” she signed. “Strange house. Strange bed.”
“You were meant to sleep here.” I patted the spot next to me. “Come here.”
She padded across the room, wearing nothing but a pink babydoll nightgown. My cock stirred, but I ignored it. I needed her to be okay. I needed to fix what I’d broken with my pride, more than my cock needed her pussy. Although the poor organ was peculiarly close to turning blue.
Bottom line, I needed her to initiate it.
She slid into the bed, right next to me, and suddenly, everything seemed right again. My heart sped its rhythm in my chest, finally working again.
It only seemed to function properly around her.
She shifted up into a seated position, the strap falling down her creamy shoulder. “Why didn’t you ask me to sleep with you?”
I sighed. “I wanted to wait until you’re ready. I broke your heart, let you down?—”
Her hand covered my mouth, stopping my failures.
