“Should we get another drink?” I asked with a sigh, as he lowered his hand back to my stomach, his dick hard against my ass. I smiled into the air. I loved this part; drunk enough not to give a fuck, but not too drunk to fuck.
“Sure, let’s,” he replied, and my smile faltered.
The voice was familiar…
I spun in his arms and came face to face with Nikolai. His expression was dark, his eyes filled with need. Gone was his usual cocky expression, his smirk of satisfaction as he annoyed me in some fashion. Instead, his lips were parted, and he reached up to cup my cheek in his hand.
I faltered, not sure on the rules for this.
We werearch enemies.
He was mynemesis.
He couldn’t betrusted.
He was the one who made Alex ditch me as kids. He always made me feel like I wasn’t woman enough for him. Not pretty enough to deserve his lustful gaze.
No, he definitely couldn’t be trusted.
Yet, I struggled to look away from him.
He looked drunk, but not too drunk, and I’d never seen this look on his face before. He’d taunted me in the past, making out that he wanted me, only to push me away with a cruel laugh and a cocky grin, but this...this was different.
I felt the shift in him. In his body, in his eyes. And I felt the warring within me too. I wanted to let my guard down, to let him in, to see what could happen, if only for one night if we both just let go.
But this was Nikolai…
Serial womanizer.
Brother stealer.
I hated him.
I leaned up on tiptoes, and he still had to bow his head to me. Our mouths came close. Closer still, until our lips were touching. A current of something heated and delicious passed between us as a feeling came alive in my belly.
“Katya,” he murmured, a stolen promise against my lips, his forehead pressed to mine.
I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, my body feeling like it was on fire for him, and then I bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood.
Nikolai released me with a cry of pain and I stumbled back as our bodies parted and his hand flew to his mouth.
“Fucking bitch!” he yelled furiously; his eyebrows pulled down low as he glared at me. He was drunk, the telltale sparkle of alcohol in his eyes.
“You shouldn’t touch what you can’t afford, Nikolai,” I sniped at him.
He stared at me, his gaze still smoldered for another second before it vanished and the old Nikolai was back, smirk included. I had just made this the best game ever for him.
“Did you just call yourself a prostitute, Katya?” he chuckled darkly.
I rolled my eyes and turned away from him, needing to put distance between us both. I stormed back towards the bar. I really did need that drink now. I could still feel his large warm hands on my body, and I hated that I couldn’t chase away the thought of what his hands would feel like in other places.
“Tequila and a Sex on the beach,” I ordered, interrupting the woman next to me that was about to order. She scowled, giving me her filthiest look, but I’d eat her for breakfast and with one pointed glare, she quickly looked away.
“Make that two,” Nik said from behind me, his arms trapping my body.
I turned in his grip, noting the shine of blood on his lip with a smug grin. “That looks painful.”
His mouth tugged up at the corner. “It is. Some little kitty kat bit me.”
