Page 49 of Scarred (Russian Sinners 2)

Even after everything, it hurt to know that my father cared so little about me. It bothered me he knew exactly what Malcome Schmidt was capable of and still didn’t care. He had destroyed my beautiful mother till there was nothing left of her but a shell. And Malcome was going to do the same to me.

Now the whole world thought me kidnapped while I hid in Nikolai’s home in Russia, guarded and protected along with his niece. He had provided more protection to me in the last week than my father did in all my twenty-five years. There was darkness in Nikolai, I could sense it, but it didn’t put me off. Actually, it drew me to him even more. The familiarity towards him on the most basic level felt right. It was relatable.

Sometimes it felt like my family abandoned me. My father destroyed my mother, my brother went to fight the war so he could get away from this dysfunctional family, leaving me to be the single bearer of our father’s punishments.

Don’t go down that rabbit hole,I whispered to myself.

Unlike my family, Nikolai took care of people he cared about. I would stake my life on it.I am staking my life on it.His promises were unbreakable. His childhood was much harder than mine. His admission of being part of the mafia didn't quite surprise me but it made me wonder how he succeeded in still being a good man. It required a strong-willed person to resist corruption of greed and power. My father certainly succumbed to it.

I had never felt as safe with any other man as I did with Nikolai. What was it about him that made my body quiver? I had never experienced it before with any other man. Despite his scar, Nikolai was devastatingly handsome. He had a toned body, wide shoulders and a strong square jaw. His scar only contributed more to the appeal… at least I thought so. The power rippled off him in waves and I found myself wondering how it would feel to ride those waves with him.

Deciding I wasn’t tired, I walked around the back of the house. I wanted to dip my feet into the pool and relax for a bit before I went to bed. It was too cold for a swim in my book, but I knew Tasha didn’t feel that way. She said her uncle sometimes swam in that pool till late October. I couldn’t even imagine it.

Although I wouldn’t mind seeing him half naked swimming,I thought to myself amused. It was a crime not to see his toned body on display.

Lost in my thoughts, I kept walking till I got to the edge of the pool and too late, I noticed somebody was in it.

Nikolai Smirnov.I blinked my eyes, wondering if I was just imagining him there.

He was in the midst of pleasuring himself, his beautiful scarred face tilted up with his eyes closed. Oh my freaking God! He looked hot. I felt a current of excitement run through my body, along with a painful ache throbbing between my legs. This reaction to him was troublesome considering I never reacted to a man like this. After Malcome, I thought I never would.

Nikolai was beautiful, in a raw kind of way. His chest and arms covered in tattoos dipping low under the pool water, making me wonder how much lower they went. There was a huge tattoo of a dragon spanning across the right side of his chest. I wanted to trace those abs and tattoos with my tongue, bite his nipple, and see if he’d react.

Shit, just the thought of it made my mouth water to taste him.

The desire he evoked in me was so strong, it was scary. But I also wanted to test the bounds of it.

I heard his groan as he finished and that made the matters worse, making the ache between my legs throb painfully. I made the move to leave when his eyes snapped open. That sapphire blue intense gaze locked with my eyes, and I felt hot all over.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Hello, Olivia,” his deep voice greeted me, as if I didn’t just see him jerk off and he wasn’t naked in the pool.

I licked my lips and his eyes locked on my mouth. My heart was thundering hard.

“Um, sorry,” she muttered. “I didn’t know… you came back.” The silence stretched on and I swore my heart was pounding so hard, he was sure to hear it. “What are you doing here?” My voice came out raspy, breathless, and almost sounded full of desire.

“I live here. Remember?” he chuckled softly. God, even his chuckle was sexy.

I turned around to leave, when he stopped me.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“I...I-” Darn it, I forgot where I was and what I was doing.

“Turn around,” he ordered and I slowly whirled back to him.

“No need to leave on my account,” he purred softly, and I instantly got goosebumps on my flesh. My skin was sensitive as if he had just touched me in the most sensitive way. And the man was at least ten feet away.

“Stay please,” he suggested, but it sounded like a soft command. “Want to go for a swim?”

I shook my head. “No, it’s too cold. I was just going to dip,” my voice was shaky from nervousness. This man had an effect on me. From the moment I saw him, something about him pulled me to him. “Dip my feet,” I quickly added.

“Go ahead,” he urged. I licked my lips again to wet them. I felt like I was hyperventilating.

“You are safe,” he promised. “Unless you can’t resist me,” he added teasingly like he knew that he stirred something within me.

I looked at him with defiance, tilting my chin up. I could resist this urge within me; he wasn’t that irresistible.

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