“Down there.” He points to a hallway not far away.
I practically run towards it. Fortunately, Maksim doesn’t follow me, giving me time to breathe. I step inside the bathroom and focus on calming my nerves.
I’m just in my head, I remind myself. Nikolai is probably doing what Maksim said: just talking with Simone. But it feels likeanother betrayal. Like I’m left all alone again. Like I have no one to trust when I was just starting to trust Nikolai.
After composing myself, I leave the bathroom… only to run into a man. He’s young, probably in his twenties. Alcohol reeks off him.
“Hey,” he slurs, walking over to me.
I back away but there’s not much space in the hallway. My spine touches the wall with nowhere else to go. “Hi. If you’ll excuse me…” I try walking past but he corners me. “What are you doing?”
“You’re pretty,” he says, running his hand down my face. I smack it away.
“Don’t touch me.” Not after what Alexei did.
“Come on, baby. Don’t play hard to get.” Despite him clearly being drunk, he’s still able to move faster than me. My achy body is slowing me down. He grabs my waist and presses himself against me and in one quick motion, presses his lips to mine.
I push and shove him but it’s no use. He’s not backing away.
As suddenly as the man kisses me, he stops. But it’s not of his own accord. It’s because of my husband.
Nikolai yanks the man away from me and shoves him into the opposite wall. “Who gave you the right to touch my wife?”
The man’s eyes widen, like he recognizes my husband. “She’s… your wife?”
“Fucker,” Nikolai snarls before he grabs the man by the jacket and throws him to the ground, kicking him in the stomach, over and over and over. I can only stare in horror… and something else. A sense of heat hits me. How Nikolai is protecting me.
It’s sending a flare of arousal through my body.
Nikolai finishes kicking the man and he doesn’t get back up. Maksim comes running over. “You were supposed to keep an eye on her,” Nikolai snarls. “Now, take care of this fucker.”
Maksim only nods.
“Come on,” Nikolai says to me. “We’re going home.”
Chapter Eleven
Nikolai
Iam pissed.
Some asshole thought he could put his hands on Irina. My wife. I know Maksim will take care of that fucker for me because right now, all I need is Irina. I need to make her mine somehow. Remind her who she belongs to.
“Nikolai?” she asks on the drive home. Fear is in her voice and it fucking stings that she’s afraid of me still when the last thing I want to do is hurt her.
I don’t say a word until we get home. The moment we’re in the foyer, I pull her into my arms.
“You are mine,” I say right before I capture her lips with a kiss. She goes still for a moment before sinking into me. A soft moanescapes her mouth and it’s fucking everything to me. Knowing I can give her pleasure… there’s nothing better in this world.
She gasps when I lift her up and carry her to our room and lay her gently on the bed. “Nikolai?” she asks once more but this time, there’s uncertainty in her voice, like she still doesn’t trust me.
Not bothering to take her heels off, I push her dress up around her waist. “I need this,” I practically growl. “I need you. To taste you.”
A blush covers her face and neck. It’s cute. It only makes me want her more. How innocent she is. How I can make her mine.
“I saw that man put his hands on you and I couldn’t stand for that. You’re mine.” I grab the waistband of her panties and rip them off her legs. She lets out another gasp that only makes my cock stir. I have never felt this unhinged before but the moment I saw that fucker put his hands on my wife, I knew I had to do something. I’m tired of waiting. I’ve been patient with Irina but it’s time.
She doesn’t say a word as I part her legs. Her pussy is a beautiful sight to behold. Hair covers her pubic mound but the rest of her pussy is bare for me. Perfect to taste her.