His fingers slip under the waistband of my panties and touch me skin to skin. The moment his fingers find my nub again, I know I can’t hold back what I’m feeling. The pleasure growing through me. It’s all too much.
Nikolai flicks and presses and rolls my clit around, making me warmer and warmer. My arousal seeps out of me. I know it’s coating his fingers. That fact makes me blush but I don’t stop what I’m feeling. I don’t stop this moment.
I don’t want to.
“Come for me, Irina,” he says into my ear. “Let me see you at your most vulnerable. Come for me, baby.” He sounds almost as desperate as I feel.
He flicks my nub one more time and it’s exactly what I need.
I cry out as my orgasm washes over me. It’s like nothing I’ve experienced before. Nikolai holds me close as I ride out my pleasure.
Once I stop trembling, he removes his hand from my legs and my breast and fixes my dress, putting everything back in its place.
“There. How was that?” He settles his hands on my hips.
“That was…” I blush.
He skims his finger along my cheek. “You can tell me it felt good. I know it did. I can give you more of that. Anytime. Anywhere. You are mine now, Irina. I want to make you feel good. I want to worship your body. You just have to promise to stop worrying about your father. Don’t try to run from me again. Just be here with me.”
With the feeling of my orgasm still lingering in my body, I know it would be easy to agree with him. To let him touch me like this every day? It would be amazing.
But I’m not sure I can forget my father. I’m not sure I won’t run again. I still can’t risk getting hurt after how I’ve already been hurt.
“Irina.” He takes my face and makes me look at him. “Promise me.”
I know in this very moment I’m going to have to lie to my husband. My scary, powerful, intimidating husband.
I lick my lips and Nikolai’s eyes go straight to them. Before I can react, he plants a soft kiss to my lips that I find myself leaning into. It only lasts for a moment.
“I promise,” I answer him, even if I know I shouldn’t.
Chapter Eight
Irina
Nikolai takes me to a charity event. It’s held at an art museum in the heart of the city. People dressed in all kinds of fine gowns and suits trickle inside.
I had asked Nikolai why we’re doing this and he told me it’s part of the job. To be seen giving back to the community. I think it’s just a way to hide some of his more illicit behaviors from the police but I didn’t comment on it.
After Nikolai gave me an orgasm, he hasn’t done it since. It’s been two days now. It’s almost like he’s trying to test me. Trying to get me to beg him to do it again but I’ve been too afraid. A part of me wants to beg him to touch me once more. Show mepleasure. But I know the moment I start begging him, I’ll be lost to him forever.
While Nikolai hasn’t hurt me, I still don’t fully trust him and I don’t trust myself with him.
He chose a flowy pink gown for me to wear to this event. It makes me look more like an elegant European princess than a sheltered girl trying to be a woman.
“You look stunning,” he murmurs into my ear as we walk into the museum.
I can’t help but blush. That’s the power Nikolai has over me. His sheer presence and size. “Thank you,” I respond. A moment passes between us. The urge to compliment him is on the tip of my tongue but I can’t get it out.
Then the moment passes.
He leads me further into the museum to greet the other attendees. I don’t know any of the people – which is not a surprise. Though, I do spot Maksim, who’s talking to a pretty blonde. He notices me and gives me a nod. I don’t like him. He sold me out to Nikolai when I had a chance to run.
If I even had a chance. If I even want that chance.
I get lost in the conversation Nikolai is having with a man named Tom about business and stocks and such. It’s boring if I’m being honest. My eyes wander around the room and that’s when I notice my father.
He’s here.