Page 9 of Nikola
Keep her away. Shackle her to me.
I couldn’t seem to make up my mind when it came to Skye Leone.
It was no wonder I found myself outside, in the sectioned-off alley that was reserved for my family. The sound of the city felt like a distant noise against the infuriating thump of my heart while I soaked up every inch of Skye’s body that tempted me like water tempted Poseidon.
For fuck’s sake, now I was turning poetic too.
Skye slid down my front, her soft body molding into mine, those ridiculous fuck-me heels landing softly against the ground.
The tension in my body stirred as I stared at my motorbike, eternally cursing myself for not driving my Defender today. Of course I couldn’t have foreseen that this little shit would saunter into the club and sign those godforsaken words with her graceful fingers.
I’m off to get laid.
Over my dead body.
And rest assured, I’d kill any man who dared touch her.Damn her!I had a long list of people who annoyed me, but lately, Skye’d managed to hold the top spot with her not-so-subtle glances.
She sauntered over to my bike, cocked a brow, and tapped her foot impatiently.
“Are you going to stare at me all night?” she questioned as I stared at her, waiting for the punchline. “Because I can suggest a few things that would be more exciting.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Where is this coming from all of a sudden?”
“Maybe I’m just sick of being overlooked. Ever thought of that?”
“I know your papa and Sasha keep you on a short leash, which means you probably didn’t get to experiment much, but seriously… What gives?”
She tapped her lip with a finger as she considered my words, trying to appear unaffected, but her shining blue eyes told me it was just a front. They held a promise of so many promiscuous things that I feared would be the death of me.
I stepped forward, closing the distance between us in one go, and used my arms to box her in against the bike. My combat boots pushed against her Barbie-pink pumps, a metaphor for our personalities.
“Did you forget my warning?” I growled.
Her brow furrowed. “What warning?”
“I told you I’m a broken heart collector and anyone dealing with me needs professional help when I’m done with them.” I smirked coldly, reminding her of the night a few months ago when she and her friends decided to crash our party. “I’d do nothing more than clip your wings, break your heart, and leave only ashes in my wake.”
She shrugged.“Maybe I’ll be the one to breakyourheart.”
“If you’re interested in me, you really should see a therapist. I’m a magnet for people who need professional help.”
She shrugged.“I don’t mind a visit to a therapist once in a while.”
I gave my head a subtle shake. “Someone has to put a leash on you,zayka.”
Either that or completely cut her loose so she can fly free like an eagle. I’d told her that I left ashes in my wake, and I meant it literally. Life in the mafia was death, and she deserved better. But she didn’t heed the warning.
“Nobody’s putting a leash on me, Nik. Not unless it’s for kinky purposes.”
The little shi?—
“What do you know about kinks,zayka?”
“Nothing.” Her blue eyes widened innocently—a blue so shocking I was thrown into the memory of one of the few times I visited her at her father’s castello on the Gulf of Trieste, the summer of Skye’s high school graduation before she departed for D’Arc. “But you can show me.”
I furrowed my eyebrows. “Show you what?”
She beamed. “Your kinks.”
