Nikolai: Mine to Protect (Russian Mob Chronicles #4)

The frantic quiver of my pulse triples when Nikolai steps back far enough to get undressed without bumping me. I was so blinded by lust, the instant his cock was removed from his trousers, I had it in my mouth. I thought I would have him so spellbound by my impressive cock-sucking skills, he’d grant my numerous pleas to return home without his usual overprotectiveness, but all I did was prove I’m utterly defenseless when it comes to anything associated with him.

My appetite for him has always been feverish, but it’s grown worse the past month.

I can’t get enough of him.

After removing his boots and pants, Nikolai shrugs off his vest before working on his button-up shirt. Even with my mind blitzed from the call I took at the beginning of our celebration, I can’t stop drinking him in. He is an extremely handsome man. The sneer of a madman, the body of an Adonis, and the stamina of a Greek god. He truly is every woman’s fantasy, and the man I’d go to hell for without a second thought.

That’s why I can’t comprehend his worry about me returning home. I don’t want to go back to Hopeton permanently. I just want to witness my brother walk free. Two weeks after I was mauled by a dog, he was arrested and charged with murder. He’s not been home since. His release has been years in the making, so I refuse to miss it for anything or anyone.

My campaign to make Nikolai see sense through the madness is pushed to the side for the second time in less than thirty minutes when he stops to stand in front of me. From his recently trimmed hair to the widespread stance of his feet, he is exposed and unguarded.

Entranced by the heat bouncing between us, I track my eyes over him, taking in the rigid bumps of his stomach, stacked thighs, slim waist, and banging guns. The inappropriate thoughts I had about him the first time I saw him are accurate. He is the reason women buy sex toys and fathers buy guns. He is the representation of good and evil in one incredibly alluring package.

Not even the scars mottled throughout his vibrantly colored tattoos can deter his appeal. If anything, they make him more attractive. They show how strong he is—how he walked through the gates of hell and survived.

For each day that passes since Vladimir’s death, Nikolai emerges further from the darkness he was born in, although I don’t ever see him being fully freed from it. He was born into this industry. He doesn’t know life outside of it, and in all honesty, I don’t mind.

This industry isn’t for the weak, but I’ve seen it in a different light the past twelve months. Every person has good and bad points. The same can be said for mafia men. Nikolai may not have directly organized Maddox’s release, but I’m confident he is the only man capable of keeping him safe as he reintegrates into society. He will protect my family as fiercely as he guards me, because he knows how much they mean to me.

My swollen chest puffs more when Nikolai demands, “Eyes on me, Ahren.” His voice is hardened with lust, making his Russian heritage more notable.

The vein inflating his cock pulsates when my eyes rocket to his in an instant. Nothing has changed from the weekend we danced our first two steps forward, three steps back routine. The faster I submit, the brighter the passion in his eyes burns.

Peering down at me with arctic blue eyes, he completes the short two steps between us. A dash of coyness invades me when his eyes lower to take in my naked frame. It doesn’t last long. His cock thickens more with every inch his eyes travel, proving he likes what he sees.

Just as I see his scars as medals of honor, he sees mine the same way. For some stupid reason, he believes they make me more attractive. Although I doubt that is the case, the glint in his eyes is undeniable.

“I’m going to lose myself in you, Ahren. There is no drug strong enough to replicate the high I get from your body.”

I smile, adoring that even after twelve months he’s yet to grow bored. Roman has often said the Popov housemaids are the pick of the bunch. Unfortunately, so are their whores. Nikolai had their devotion in bucket loads before he was crowned king of their empire. Now their wish to be beneath him has grown rampant. They’ll do anything to secure his attention.

Although I trust Nikolai, I didn’t just nearly lose my life five years ago; I lost a part of who I was. While Nikolai’s devotion has helped me regain a lot of the confidence I lost, watching him being propositioned is a knock even the biggest ego would struggle to tolerate.

I understand the whores’ plight. Witnessing Nikolai dote on me firsthand reveals he isn’t just a powerful man. It shows that his heart is as devastatingly beautiful as his panty-wetting face. He truly has it all: looks, power, and stamina. I just thank god he wants me at his side, protecting and loving him as ravenously as he does me.

“Then. . .” Nikolai waits for my eyes to float to his before finalizing, “we’ll continue our discussion on the possibility of you seeing Maddox when he returns home.”

My brows furrow. “Continue?” I question, utterly lost.

Nikolai’s grin sends my heart racing. When he nods, I stare at him in shock and awe. I’ve been known to act like a naïve nymphomaniac in his presence, but this is ridiculous. Tonight isn’t supposed to be about me, but here I am, spaced out on lust.

I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. I’ve always said I feel like a queen when I’m bombarded by Nikolai’s affections. Whether quivering beneath him or helping a member of his crew with a legal matter, I’ve felt more at home the past year than I ever have.

This industry isn’t for the faint at heart, so I’m quickly learning how strong I truly am. I may be on my knees, but I have the entire world at my feet.

As if he can read my thoughts, Nikolai cups my chin in his hand and raises my head high into the air. “You are my queen, Ahren. With me at your side, you’ll never want for anything.”

The combination of his words and the virile scent leeching from his pores has my thighs squeezing together. A year ago, he promised me the world. He’s given me precisely that. He is a dangerous man, but only when you side with the wrong team.

A squeak pops from my lips when Nikolai hoists me from the ground with a jerk on my wrist. Not speaking a word, he moves us into our room at the back of the Popov compound. He doesn’t need to talk for me to hear his every thought, though. My king is on the warpath, ready to conquer any man who dares step between us.

Twelve months ago, I would have shivered at the thought.

Now, I’m shuddering in excitement.

After laying me down on the exact same sofa on which he first claimed me, Nikolai kneels between my splayed thighs. His hot breaths quiver against my drenched sex as his equally heated gaze slowly rises to mine.

“My men. My crew. No holds barred, Ahren. I won’t give this up for anyone. Not a million bullets or the Almighty himself could take you away from me.”

The urge to pull my knees together grows rampant when he runs the back of his hand down my moist slit. He stares at my body in fascination, as if ugly scars don’t mar it. In no time at all, his adoring glance has my thighs sweeping wider, my confidence at a pinnacle it hasn’t reached in years. I’d agree to anything at this point, and Nikolai knows it. That’s why he flipped the coin.

Our exchange started with a plea for understanding, but it will end in the most brilliant way.

My body clenches in euphoria when he slaps my clit, awakening it with a hunger no one but him can quench. “But before any of that, you’re going to watch me eat the tastiest cunt I’ve ever eaten.”

My back arches off the couch when his tongue spears the folds of my pussy. He drags it up my glistening slit in a slow, dedicated lick before circling his lips around my clit. I shout his name into the sticky night air when he sucks my throbbing nub into his mouth.

My senses are heightened beyond belief when he murmurs against my drenched lips, “I can taste myself in you.”

His confession doesn’t lessen his eagerness to devour me in the slightest. He continues nibbling, sucking, and licking my pussy as if his cum didn’t spill in me only three hours ago. I’m not surprised. He has always said nothing will come between us, so I doubt a little bit of cum will stop him.

The naughtiness of our exchange sends my mind into a tailspin. I clamp my eyes shut as a roaring sensation pummels my smarts into mush. Just like every moment I am with him, this feels wickedly deviant and shamelessly arousing at the same time.

“Ride my tongue, Ahren. Fuck my mouth hard and fast like you do my cock.”

He tightens his grip on my hips before raising my ass off the couch so I can rock against him. The feeling is phenomenal, and it quickly has me coming undone.

“That’s it, Ahren. Nice and loud. Let me hear how much you’re loving this.”

I moan his name on repeat, not the least bit worried his crew may hear me. Something so brilliant deserves more than a discreet response.

The screams ripping from my throat jump a few decibels when Nikolai slides two fingers inside of me. While his tongue hardens my clit to the point it’s almost painful, his fingers replicate the movements his cock makes when he fucks me. His pace is as wild as the fire in his eyes, a dreamy hot tempo that makes my orgasm crest at a pace I should be ashamed of.

“I can’t hold back.” My words shudder as much as my thighs.

Nikolai’s lips lift against my pussy before his Derail Justine Train kicks into overdrive. His fingers pump in and out of me at a rapid pace as his tongue flicks my clit on repeat. I moan, loving that every second he spends devouring me loosens the knot my stomach has held since I spoke to Carmichael earlier tonight.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m over the moon that Maddox is being released—this is something my family has been striving to achieve for half a decade. I’m just panicked about the repercussions it could cause to Nikolai’s reign.

He already sided with his enemy once for me; I’d rather deter a second collaboration than encourage one.

“Give it to me, Ahren,” Nikolai growls over my slicked sex.

His husky groan gives my orgasm the final push it needs to reach fruition. “Give me every drop of your goodness.”

I still as a wave of beautiful devastation spikes through my veins. My thighs clamp around Nikolai’s head as a tingling sensation activates every sensory button in my body. My climax is long and painstakingly perfect. It frees me from the madness in my head by assuring me I have nothing to worry about. Just as Nikolai has protected me and my family the past twelve months, I have no doubt he’ll do the same for the next several years, if not forever.

My legs have barely stopped shaking when Nikolai flips me over. A long, unsteady breath parts my lips when his thumb skims past my climax-slicked ass.

“I want all of you, Ahren,” he murmurs while placing pressure on my clenched back entrance. “I want to possess and own every inch of you. You were my reward for surviving years in hell; now I want the ultimate prize. I want you to be mine, fully and unrestrained.”

Not giving me a chance to protest—not that I was going to—he slides his index finger into my ass. The oily residue of my climax makes it an easy feat. He slips in without any resistance, the sensation it creates in my gut unbelievably enjoyable for how wickedly naughty I feel.

“What did I tell you, Ahren? I told you it would feel so good, you’d soon beg for it.”

I answer Nikolai with a lusty moan, the nerve endings tickling my back hole too pleasing to release my lust’s firm clutch on my throat. This isn’t the first time we’ve done anal play, but it is the first time I’ve been overwhelmed by a rush of excitement. This is way more pleasurable than it is painful.

Caught up in the thrilling sensation, I sway my hips back and forth.

“That’s it, Ahren. Nice and slow. Your ass is as tight as your cunt; it needs to be stretched before it can take my cock.”

The temperature in our room turns roasting when he adds a second finger into the mix. The girth of his fingers and the pace of their pumps should bombard me with worry, but all I am feeling is excitement. Every thrust, every groan, and every wickedly naughty sentence Nikolai produces has the coils in my womb tightening to the point of detonation.

“But don’t worry, Ahren, by the time I’ve finished prepping you, your ass will be dripping as freely as your greedy cunt. I promise you, it’ll feel so good, you’ll beg for me to take you in the ass as often as your cunt.”

My head falls forward as a throaty groan rolls up my chest. His dirty words have my body sinking into euphoria, meaning his fingers can dip inside me even deeper. He scissors them gently, widening my once-clenched hole before increasing the speed of his pumps to match my rocking hips grind for grind. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It is both manic and possessive.

“Oh god,” I moan when his other hand skates around my shuddering body to toy with my clit.

The buzz darting through my womb from him finger-fucking my ass while pinching my clit is mindboggling, equally shocking and mesmerizing. I’ve never been coiled so tight before. It truly feels like I’m losing my mind. I’m seconds from exploding, my moans as erotic as the grunts Nikolai releases when I surrender to the madness.

“Louder, Ahren. Let them hear you,” Nikolai demands as my ass milks his fingers as if they are his cock. “Maybe if everyone hears how much you love this, you’ll answer the pleas of your body faster next time. It wants me any way it can get me; it just needs your mind on board with its plans.”

My orgasm lengthens when Nikolai slips a finger inside my pussy. The sensation of having both holes penetrated at once is excruciating, but in a good, roguishly unexpected way. Knowing what we are doing is taboo makes it even more arousing. Sometimes it truly feels good being bad. Nikolai’s crash into my life proves this without a doubt.

“Please,” I mumble a short time later, my morals lost in a lusty trance. “I need. . . I want. . .”

“What, Ahren? Tell me what you need.” Nikolai’s voice is thick and manly and oh so dangerous. “I’ll give it to you. I’ll give up everything I have before I ever disappoint you.”

He scissors his fingers faster, matching the frantic rock of my hips as I strive for my ass to feel the same full feeling his cock gives my pussy. “You, Nikolai. . . Please. . . I want you.”

“Where, Ahren?” His hand moves to my hip to grip my waist, slowing my frantic pace that has the couch feet jumping across the carpet. “In your mouth? Your wet cunt? Or here. . .?” He finalizes his question by doing a prolonged swivel of the fingers in my ass.

“There. . . I want you there.”

His husky growl rushes my third climax to within an inch of the finish line. “Say it, Ahren. Tell me what you want. I’ll never take anything not willingly given, so you need to give it to me.”

“I want you to fuck me in the ass,” I answer without delay, my mind too fritzed with yearning to let an ounce of embarrassment fill me. “I want you to own every inch of me, to have me as no other man has. I want you to claim me wholly as yours.”

“Oh, Ahren. . .” He could say more, but he doesn’t need to. The veins throbbing through his cock as he coats it in my juices reveal everything he wants to say. He’s been waiting for this moment for months, and he’s not willing to delay it for a moment longer.

“Eyes on me, Ahren,” he requests as his throbbing cock moves from my drenched pussy to my equally glistening ass. “Let me see what I’ve always seen in you. Let me see your eyes while I claim you like no man has.”

His cock tenses against my butt cheek when I lock my eyes with his. After slowly removing his fingers from my rear entrance, he yanks open the side table next to the couch. His eyes rocket to mine when he spots a tube of lube nestled next to an unopened box of condoms.

“You can never be too prepared,” I murmur, quoting what I said to him exactly twelve months ago today.

With a seductive wink, he snags the anal-recommended lube from the drawer, coats his cock in the slippery substance, then braces it against the area pulsating with both eagerness and worry.

I lick my parched lips when he slowly notches in the first inch of his cock. He’s covered with both my arousal and a mammoth load of lube, but the contrasting width between his fingers and his penis is undeniable. Our exchange is now bordering closer to pain than pleasure.

After flattening my torso so I lie smooth across the couch, Nikolai returns his eyes to me. “Breathe and relax, Ahren. I’ll never hurt you, so you don’t need to worry, but if you don’t relax, I’ll never get in.”

Breathing out slowly, I do as instructed. I want this. Not because I want Nikolai to claim me as no other man has, but because there’s more than just pleasure at stake here. I’m giving myself to him wholly and without restraint. I’m becoming his even more than I did a year ago. We are now one.

Butterflies tap dance in my stomach as the dangerous ride I’ve been on the past twelve months reaches a hairpin curve I never saw coming. Thankfully, no matter how sharp the curve, the thrill at the end of every ride is always present, making it not just worthwhile, but joyous.

“That’s it, Ahren. Accept me nice and slow.”

The muscles around my ass stop clenching, allowing the first half of Nikolai’s cock to enter me without the pain I felt accepting the tip. Since I am lying flat, I can’t take all of him as I generally do. I think he positioned me like this so I have time to adjust before being fully hilted.

After giving me time to acclimate to his girth, Nikolai withdraws. Mercifully, he takes it slow, ensuring I don’t feel any of the ripping sensation I’m secretly panicked about. It took my pussy time to adjust to the size of him, so I can’t expect a hole that’s much tighter to adjust without any pain. Although this is painful, it also feels freakishly good.

Hearing the feverish grunts the couch pillow is failing to stifle, Nikolai says, “Talk to me, Ahren. Tell me how it feels. If it hurts, I’ll stop.”

“Don’t stop,” I beg, shocked I’m more worried he’ll stop than I am about the pain I’m feeling. “It feels good. Foreign, but so very good.”

My knees wobble when Nikolai’s growl rumbles to the tip of his cock. “I told you it’d feel good. Nothing we could ever do would feel bad. Unless you want it to.” I can’t see his face, but I can imagine his cheeky grin during the last half of his statement.

The zing of pain I’m experiencing dulls to barely a buzz when Nikolai’s cock dips in and out of me another handful of times. By the time his hand skirts around to stimulate my clit, all pain is forgotten, and my moans become more vocal.

“Yes. . . Please. . . Oh god.”

When he slips two fingers into my pussy, a scream shreds from my throat. The sensation is nearly overwhelming. The fullness of his cock in my ass while his fingers grind into my pussy is extremely overstimulating, but in a way I can’t help but moan, shout, and demand for him to fuck me faster.

“Louder, Ahren. Let the world hear what I do to you.” His voice is rough, hardened with both lust and euphoria.

“Oh, god. Oh, god,” I chant on repeat, my mind spiraling.

“Can you feel what my body does to you, Ahren? Your greedy cunt milking my fingers? Your clit buzzing against my thumb? Even your tight little ass is milking my cock, begging for my seed. All I need is your tit in my mouth, and I’d have every inch of you covered.”

“Mmm. . .” A more intellectual response is above me.

This is wickedly wrong but oh so right at the same time. I’m sweating profusely, but the hot Las Vegas night is not responsible for the beads of sweat rolling down my nape. It is the man whispering dirty thoughts in my ear as he fucks me to oblivion.

“More. Faster. Please.”

Long, prolonged breaths separate my demands. My breathless response is compliments of my frantic rocking. I want him inside me deeper, to claim every inch of me, and the harder I sway, the better my demands are answered.

“I want all of you, Nikolai. Please.”

The crack of a container popping open sounds through my ears mere seconds before the coolness of lube drips past my hole, which is burning with excitement. Nikolai adds a healthy dose of slickness between us before gripping my hips to raise them high into the air. I scream in ecstasy when he plunges back inside me. My change in position allows more of his cock to slip into my ass. He’s even deeper now, more deep-seated, almost fully hilted.

“Talk to me, Ahren. Tell me what you need, where you need it, and how you fucking need it.”

Still incapable of speaking, my moans talk on my behalf. I purr on repeat, ensuring he’s aware I’m loving everything he’s doing.

Although he can hear my excitement, his pumps remain slow until my shouts reach an ear-piercing level. They quicken with every desperate scream ripped from my throat. He rolls his hips at a speed slow enough he’d never hurt me, but fast enough my third quest for orgasm makes itself known with my womb within minutes.

“I’m going to come,” I warn a short time later, shocked by my climax’s quick arrival but not the least bit embarrassed at its eagerness. Multiple orgasms aren’t uncommon when I’m with Nikolai. They are more customary than infrequent.

The veins pulsating in Nikolai’s cock are reflected in his groan. “Good. Come on my fingers while screaming my name. Squeeze them like your tight little ass is strangling my cock, then I’ll come in your ass, coat your no longer virginal hole with my spawn.”

The dirtiness of his words is extremely erotic, so much so, they push me into my third climax of the night. I slam back, fully hilting his cock inside me before allowing the quivers tightening my pussy to clamp his fingers.

With my body overstimulated, my orgasm is utterly blindsiding. It takes everything from me, equally brutal and wonderous. Its strong, blinding strength is fueled by Nikolai’s seed shooting from his cock in raring spurts.

“Ohh. . .” I growl in a long, purring moan, loving the frantic pulse of the vein feeding his manhood as he struggles to maintain control.

He continues pumping in and out of me until every drop of his spawn is dispersed, and we collapse into a heap on my old frayed couch.

“Fuckin’ hell, Ahren. I think I just died and went to heaven.”

I roll over until my chin is balancing on his sweat-slicked, thrusting chest. “This isn’t heaven, Nikolai.” My eyes bounce between his icy blue gaze. “You’re just no longer in the hell you were born in.”