I placed a hand over my chest. "What the hell, Nikolai?!"

He was sitting on the edge of my bed, elbows on his knees, legs wide open. His eyes looked the darkest shade of blue which made goosebumps creep on my arms. 

"Come here..." he just said.

I walked closer to him and he straightened up, still sitting on my bed. When I was close enough for him to touch, he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me between his legs.

His hands traveled from my waist to my lower back, to my butt, and finally settled on the back of my thighs. He caressed my bare skin, his fingers stroking my inner thighs sending delicious tingles to my core.

Even though he was sitting, he was still tall enough to reach my chin. Quite slowly and gently he placed his face over my breasts, his warm breath tickled my skin. I was wearing a plunging neckline, so, I could feel his scruff prickling into me.

"If I had received that video from someone other than Grace, I think I might have gone crazy..." he spoke lowly.

I swallowed, I knew he'd ask me about it. There was no way Nikolai would let that go but it actually surprised me that he was so gentle and calm about it. I thought, he'd go crazy and would play a mind game with me to get even.

"She did it on purpose..." I answered.

He made an annoyed noise deep from his throat, it was arousing not intimidating at all. I liked his voice so much.

"I know," he breathed against my chest.

"She forced me into those performers, I didn't like it."

He laughed, and his hand inched up closer to my core. "She set you up."

"Yes..."

"I knew she'd do something to hurt you."

"Well, it was weird. I found the whole bachelorette party disgusting," I grumbled as my hand went into his hair.

Ugh, I loved his hair, his voice, his back. God, he was the most good-looking man in the entire city.

"Good because if I knew that you had enjoyed it, I would have shot everyone in that strip club," as he uttered those words, I noticed how his body tensed up. I winched slightly as his nails dug into my inner thighs.

He was jealous, he was trying hard to hide the fact that, that video pissed him off. He was only controlling his possessiveness because it came from Grace and she'd do anything to drive Nikolai away from any other woman but her.

It wasn't fair that he was jealous just of some random strippers while I had to listen to his ex-girlfriend Katerina about how good of a fuck he is and also now I had to share him with his fiancée, who he had slept with. The double standards gnawed at my chest, lighting me on fire.

Instead of caressing his dark locks, I fisted them from the back of his head and pulled his face away from my chest. Nikolai seemed surprised by it but he didn't say anything, he didn't even pull himself out of my grip. I know he could easily get out of it, he could easily turn this whole situation against me but he didn't, he let me have my moment. He let me have the upper hand over him.

"How many women have you been with?" I asked. I kept my tone hard, stern to let him know that I wasn't joking around.

He let out a breathy laugh, his eyes turned dark, and sinister, "Angel, don't ask the question you don't want to know the answer to."

I squinted my eyes, tugging his head back, straining his neck, just like he does to me. "But I do want to know..."

He still hadn't tried to pry my hand off his hair. "You want the honest answer?"

"Yes..."

He smirked, "Can you handle it?"

It's not like I expected him to be a virgin, but how bad can it possibly be?

"Yes..."

"I have no fucking idea, Angel."

I sucked in a sharp breath. "That many, huh? So, you are ready to kill the entire strip club because some strippers performed for me but you can't even remember how many women you have been with. Double standards, much, Nikolai?"

"It's a matter of principle, Angel."

"What do you mean?"

"I haven't touched another woman since I kissed you in that fucking library..."

A sardonic laugh escaped from my lips. "So, nothing happened between you and Grace when you were in Sicily?"

"I haven't lied to you about anything."

"So, you have never slept with Grace?"

"I have..."

My eyes narrowed from the edges. "But you said nothing happened in Sicily"

"It was before..."

"Before me?"

"Before my father signed the contract."

"So, you've never touched her after you met me."

"I have never touched her or any other woman after I kissed you," there was a moment of silence between us and my eyes roamed all over his face.

Warmth spread across my body like wildfire, the fact that even when we were not together—when I left and went to my parents' house—he still didn't touch another woman. He could have because we were nothing, we never made promises to each other and I'm sure he didn't feel anything for me at all at the time but he still didn't touch another woman that made me feel something, something I have never felt before.

His deep voice cut through my thoughts pulling me back to the real world. "And, baby girl, I don't fucking like to share."

In a second, he pulled me around him making me land on the soft mattress before he hovered over me. My arms went around his neck as his lips claimed mine in a hungry, passionate kiss.

Grace's and her friend's conversation resounded in my mind. I felt a fire burning in my chest.

"Maybe, Niko and Scott share her. They take turns on the whore."

"Oh, they do, Niko told me that himself. That little lying whore is going to get what's coming her way. She messed with the Grace fucking Russell."

I smiled against Nikolai's lips, Grace messed with me not the other way around because Nikolai Costello never belonged to her, he belonged to me...

He parted his lips slightly allowing my tongue to slip inside. He smelled so good, that I couldn't help but be greedy for him. I pulled him closer and closer until air couldn't get between us.

With every single movement of his lips, his tongue was packed with sparks that shot through my veins making me curl my toes in anticipation. I placed a hand over his heart, feeling his heartbeat throb against his chest.

I have kissed him before many times but I didn't know that kissing him could feel like this. The intense need, the intense urge to make him mine, it had never felt like this before.

He was mine, just mine...

At this moment, if Nikolai asked me for my soul, I would say yes, yes to everything because he made me feel respected, valued, and special.

That kiss in the library wasn't a primal need of the body, it wasn't a lust-filled hoax, it wasn't him granting me sexual favors because I was inexperienced, it meant something. It meant something to me and it meant something to him.

I would have never guessed that a man like Nikolai could remember a kiss, that for a man like Nikolai, a simple kiss was important, important enough to not touch another woman, not even the one he was going to marry.

He pulled away from me, trailing kisses down my neck. My lips were swollen, throbbing with need. My head pressed back into the mattress as he nipped on my neck, probably leaving a mark.

I fisted his shirt and pulled him back up to kiss me again. He complied easily, he was very accommodating today, I wonder why.

I rolled him on his back and got on top of him. I disconnected our lips to kiss his neck, his chest, and his beautiful washboard abs. He was so hard and warm against my touch, I loved it.

I sat over his thigh and ran my hands down his clothed chest. I don't know what I was initiating and why I was doing it, my mind was past the point of thinking rationally. I started to unbutton his shirt till the very last button and then pulled the shirt out of his pants.

I leaned down and kissed his bare chest all over, I loved how he let me do whatever I wanted. He made soft masculine noises, moans that were enough permission for me to continue what I was doing.

His hands gently caressed my side before he unzipped my dress from behind, I slipped out of the dress as he helped me with it, running his hands down my bare skin.

Mine...

I was sitting on top of him only in my underwear and a bra. I smiled down at him before unbuckling his belt and pulling it out of the loops. Then I unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. His erection almost hit me in the face.

He was thick, hard, big, smooth and perfect...

Mine...

He looked like a king sprawled across my bed with his arm underneath his head as he watched me. He watched me like he was doing me a favor by letting me do this to him like I was the one who should be thankful.

So confident and dark, and oh so handsome.

I held his erection and slowly moved my hand up and down. I leaned over and rubbed my face and lips all over him. I darted my tongue out and observed his reaction as I licked him. I repeated my action, starting at the bottom and working my way up. A low groan left his lips and his abs visibly tightened.

I took him in my mouth and his hand went to the back of my head. His response was so ferocious as he roughly pushed himself deeper into my throat.

"Fuck!" a strained sound escaped his lips. "Good fucking girl," he said as he moved my head up and down his length.

He snapped open my bra and pulled himself out of my mouth. He ripped the bra off my body before guiding my head back onto his length.

He was thick, long, and hard, I couldn't fit him completely into my mouth, but when he pushed his groin up, the tip made contact with the back of my throat. My eyes watered, and I gagged and choked on his length but god, I loved this so much... so much.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum," he groaned, his hand trailing down to my breast, he kneaded it harshly, twisting my nipple, his nails scratching my skin.

With a few more pumps, he came hard into my mouth. It was all so raw, dirty, and so damn sexy.

He pulled himself out of my mouth and I smiled up at him. Keeping my eyes locked with his, I wiped the corner of my lips with my finger and put it in my mouth.

I didn't feel bad for Grace anymore, he wasn't hers. He was mine and mine alone. And I'll kill any other woman who'll try to weasel her way in between us.

"Fuck," he laughed still getting over his high, his gaze darkened. "Marry me..."

I laughed too. "I'd love to..."

At the time, I thought he was joking but I didn't realize what he meant by that until the next morning.

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