CHAPTER 66: – WE ARE NOT DONE –

Oh? Nikolas locked eyes with her and his face lit up with his smirk. "My pleasure." Rising to his feet, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, and a moan slipped from her.

"You’re driving me insane," he growled out.

"Stop talking, Nikolas." She glared at him. "Be a good husband and kiss your wife."

Something achingly close to a snap of restraint skipped over his face. Her heart rate kicked up and she yelped as the man pulled away into the bedroom.

He shoved her things off the desk, and lifted her. She widened her eyes as he deposited her onto the counter, tossing her shoes to the side.

"Nikolas—"

He dragged their mouths together. An instant spark that sizzled through her body sparked all over her and she grunted into his mouth. Every moan that she let out, Nikolas swallowed it down like it belonged to him.

He tasted of the champagne he’d had earlier at the event and for some reason, it was driving her out of her mind. She felt drunk on him.

Nikolas pressed her back against the mirror, while his palm spread down to her leg. He grabbed her thigh and lifted it.

"Forgive me for how unmannered I’m about to act." He didn’t even let her register his words and shrugged her dress upward, the cold air hitting the exposed parts of her legs.

She moaned at the touch of his hand, and he owned it as if he was just as desperate to chase the insanity between them. Viviana’s head turned off completely in a mess, unable to properly form a thought anymore.

She fully gave into the kiss, every spread of his touch all over her thighs up to her waist, driving her to the peak of insanity. Her lungs burned with need. The more she tasted him, the more she wanted.

Her head swam and it was like she was getting drunk off of what he was doing to her.

Nikolas pulled back suddenly, only to feast down her neck, over her throat, to her shoulders, where he lingered, taking a big inhale of her scent. Viviana slapped her palm over her mouth, throwing her head back against the mirror. "Niko—-Nikolas."

His teeth nipped the lobe of her ear before he traced his tongue down the curve of her throat. She raised up into him, hand landing on his back to grip at his shirt.

"So needy," Nikolas hissed. He shrugged out of his jacket, and tossed it aside.

Viviana swallowed thickly and watched as he undid his tie with finger, dropping it before tearing off the buttons of his shirt.

"You’re ruining your...expensive shirt," she muttered.

"Is that really what’s on your mind?" He grinned. "Because I don’t think so. Would you like to touch?" he asked.

Her chest burned. "Nikolas."

"Fuck, you’ve never said my name like that." He grabbed her hand, spreading her palm over his chest. "Say it again."

She wouldn’t.

But that only made him smile. "Don’t worry. I’ll eventually get you to say it as many times as I want. You’ll find yourself moaning and screaming it."

Her eyes were stuck on her palm he had on his bare skin. "Go ahead," he cooed. "Touch all you want. I’m yours, after all."

Viviana took the invitation. She touched him all over, from his chest, to his biceps, then down to his defined abs. "The tattoos..." She looked at him.

"I was curious." He shrugged. "Like it?"

"It’s not...bad," she stuttered.

"Mhm yeah, I can get more if you want." He was breathless, watching her. "Have I ever told you how hot you are?"

The question caught her off guard. "Huh?"

"You’re beautiful, but other than that, you’re what I’d call hot."

Her eyes grew, lips dropping to an O. "That’s—"

But he didn’t give the chance, grabbing the front of her dress. He ripped it apart, earning a gasp from her.

"Nikolas!"

"I can always buy you new ones, sweetheart."

The fabric tore, and her breath hitched as the cold air slapped against her bare body. He spread his palms against the small of her back and buried his face in between her neck, spreading kisses all the way to her collarbone.

"Nikolas, wait, you’re—ah!"

Her eyes dropped shut as he took one of her nipples in his mouth. His fingers played with the other, hard and perked under his tauntings.

The other free hand rose to her neck where he wrapped his fingers and that only drove her to the edge.

She was panicking. The back of the dress was still yet to be torn, covering her scars. If he were to see them...

"Turn around," he said all over a sudden, snapping her out of her bliss.

She blinked at him. "What do you—"

"Turn around, Viviana." Nikolas scooped her off the table. And she complied, turning and bracing her hands against the wood. He stood directly behind her, his larger frame encompassing her fully.

She stared at him through the mirror with a hunger that was just as high as his. "Nikolas... Please, don’t tear off the back of my dress."

He frowned. "Why?"

"D-don’t make me say, please. I don’t want to. I’ll tell you when I’m ready, but for now, I can’t let you see what’s on my back. I beg of you. It would break me."

Nikolas couldn’t tell what she could possibly be hiding from him, but if this was what she wanted, he wouldn’t force nor overstep. When she was ready, she would tell him.

He bit at her neck, her collarbone, left deep hickeys all over her shoulders with his teeth, all while he palmed her breasts, driving her mad with a kind of sweet delirium that spread all over her body.

She felt punished with pleasure.

"I want you to watch," he said, his low voice vibrating into her ear. "Every second of it and see just how perfect you and I are for each other. How perfect you are."

Viviana shivered. Panting and gasping with hands flexing on the desk.

"Viviana," Nikolas said dangerously. "You’d like to watch, wouldn’t you?"

Her head fell forward, a soft sound leaving the back of her throat.

"Well..." Nikolas knelt down behind her, and spread her legs. "I’ve got to give you a taste of heaven."

Viviana flickered her lashes at his words, lips flying apart as she suddenly felt his breath tickle her sensitive flesh. He dug a finger into her and she whimpered, gripping the edge of the desk.

"Niko...las."

"Mhm, keep saying my name," he said in response to her, moving his mouth even closer. He traced her with his tongue, did it again and again, until she cried out, falling flat against the table.

Her body was trembling. This was a pleasure she hadn’t known, never ever ever imagined or tasted. How could she have, when he was the very first man to ever touch her?

Nikolas found himself almost dying at the sound she made. Fuck, she sounded so pretty and it made him harder than he’d ever felt in his entire life. He dove into her like a man possessed, feasted as if starved. And all the while, Viviana could barely keep herself sane.

The man crooked his finger, finding that spot that would draw her over the edge. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, polished nails dragging over the smooth wood of the white desk.

She met herself in the mirror and the sight of what she looked like was the last straw. "Nikolas," she sobbed out. "I’m going to—wait—I—" Her abdomen clenched and that incredible wave of intense pleasure spread all over her. She cried out his name so loudly, anyone was bound to hear, dropping her forehead to the table.

Her breathing was ragged. Face, a picture of a teary mess.

Nikolas reluctantly pulled back. He straightened up, lowered his gaze to her frame. She was trembling and he couldn’t help tracing the pretty line of her back. He licked his lips, leaned in to whisper, "We’re not done, princess."