I’d deny it later on. But at this moment, he left me with no choice but to accept it as a reality.
“Right there—right there—” My eyes rolled backward, hands groping for the nearest edge of the table to hold.
“You like that?” he asked, his breath ragged from all that exercise.
I nodded, looking into his lustful eyes.
“Say it,” he demanded. “I wanna hear you say it.”
“I like it,” I moaned, cupping my bouncing breasts.
“Sir,” he said, instructing me to add it.
“I like it, sir.”
His lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk, and an even deeper growl announced his arrival. Nik’s pace grew more desperate and then, boom!
Fuck yeesss!
A small smile spread across my face as he released his essence inside me. My pussy closed around his cock, accepting every drop until his sac was empty.
He withdrew his cock and took a step back, watching me come undone. My legs were dangling in the air, and I was shaking like a leaf. I’d never experienced something as mind-blowing as this, hence the reason why my body wouldn’t stop convulsing.
I was having an intense orgasm. My muscles were contracting, my eyes were rolling backward, my toes were curled, and my hands were thrown into my hair. My chest was dampened with sweat, my breath ragged and shallow.
It took me a while to finally regain my composure, shock and awe flickering in my eyes as I looked at him. He was seated in the nearest chair, his eyes wandering over my body with a spark of passion.
We stared at each other in silence, breathing in unison while I tried to process what had just happened. It felt like he took me to heaven and back, a feeling I was unfamiliar with.
I should feel used, but I didn’t.
Guilt was gradually creeping into my heart, along with a feeling dangerously close to longing. I wanted more, and that hunger twisted in my chest, leaving me confused about everything.
I wasn’t sure whether I had just surrendered a part of myself or if I was beginning to lose this game completely. Whatever the case, it wasn’t good for me at all.
Chapter 20 – Nik
I waltzed through the small crowd of powerful men and women, dressed to impress—Mafia leaders, dirty politicians, and businessmen who preferred blood to contracts.
This was a gathering of wolves, apex predators looking to close one shady deal or another. Nobody here was innocent—nobody. To the rest of the world, some of the people in this room were regarded as heroes. But in reality, they were the true villains.
Every man in the hall wore power like a second skin, from the gleaming watches on their wrists to the veiled threats on their lips. No two people in this gathering were friends—we were all liars, cheaters, and fucking manipulators. Everyone was out for their own personal gain, no more, no less.
A good number of us hated each other, yet these fucking hypocrites moved about wearing plastic smiles like they gave a shit about their neighbor. They collectively hated me around here because I didn’t indulge them. I refused to fake a smile or entertain meaningless conversations.
Why smile with someone who loathed me enough to put a bullet in my head if they got the chance? We were rivals from different organizations, fighting for different reasons.
I could’ve brought myDikayaalong to keep me company. But this was a dangerous place where words could buy loyalty or start a fuckin’ war. The men in this room were some of the world’s most ruthless beings.
One wrong move, and this whole place would go up in flames. It was to be expected, considering the number of deadly gangs present here tonight—Russian Bratva, Chinese Triad, Irish syndicate, Italian Mob, et cetera.
There was no way I was going to bring her, especially since she could’ve declined my invitation anyway, given all the drama between us lately.
I helped myself with a glass of champagne from a waiter’s tray, and while taking a sip, my lips curled into a faint grin. Images from last night flooded my mind, reminding me of our time together in the library.
The sound of her sweet moans echoed in my head—a welcome distraction from this boring event. I glanced at my watch, counting the hours until the meeting was over.
There was still a lot to be addressed at home—words unspoken, feelings unshared. I had no idea what was happening to me or why I couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything other than her.
