“Change and then on the bed.”
I look at him—he still doesn’t bother to look my way—then at the bed, before grabbing the clothes and heading back into the bathroom to change.
No.
There is just no way this is the same guy.
Nikolai is a controlling ass who thinks he can have whatever he wants, and the guy from my birthday was perfect.
He was everything.
After changing, I walk over to the bed, sitting on the edge.
“Alright, Your Highness. Now what?”
He smirks, puts his phone down, and walks to my front. “I want to see just how much nothing you feel for me.”
“Well, I hate you, but the stabbing helped a bit.”
He doesn’t say anything, which is a shocker.
So far, he hasn’t given up on me so easily, but just as I’m about to speak, just as I’m about to tell him that I’m glad he’s giving up on me, he kneels.
The heir to the Bratva.
Nikolai Orlov kneels at my feet, his hands tight against my thighs.
“I need you to feel for me, malyshka. I saw it in your eyes. I know it’s still there. I’m still me, and you’re still you.”
My blue eyes lock with his dark ones as he presses a gentle kiss to my knee.
“I—what are you doing?” I whisper.
He doesn’t respond, instead, he lands another kiss on the top of my thigh.
I don’t move, and I know that I should.
I should be fighting and screaming and pushing him off of me, but instead, I wait.
I watch to see where he kisses next.
He lifts my shirt and kisses my hip, this time sliding his tongue over my skin, heat trailing before his lips touch.
My breath hitches, causing Nikolai to look up, his eyes hungry as he pulls on my thighs, spreading me for him, his briefs hanging like shorts on me.
He takes my thigh again, this time sucking on the bare skin before pulling his lips away. He kisses again and again until he is at the inner thick of my thigh, inches from my entrance.
My breathing gets heavier, but the moment I hear his voice—
“Did you feel that?”
I snap back into the reality that I hate him and quickly respond, “No. I felt nothing.”
His tongue runs across his cheek. “Really?”
I don’t reply, but shrug my shoulders to show that he just isn’t affecting me the way he wanted.
Even if he is.
