I nodded slightly. I didn’t think I could stomach going down there again. Not after seeing it. “I won’t.”
“See that you don’t, princess, because if I catch your ass down there, it’s toast.”
I squirmed. “You can’t just threaten to spank me every time I do something you don’t like.”
“I won’t just threaten, princess. I will actually do it, so don’t test me, not unless you don’t want to be sitting comfortably for a while.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to snark back, but I knew Nikolay wasn’t playing around. And he wasn’t the kind of man I wanted to test, especially since it was my ass—literally—on the line.
“Where’s Mikhail?” I asked.
“Why? Do you think he’ll protect you from me? You might have him wrapped around your little finger, but don’t underestimate how fucking appealing you look lying over my lap with your ass reddened from my hand.”
I squirmed once more. There was something wrong with me because I found the imagery to be somewhat of a turn-on. Not that I would ever tell him that, but the wicked glint in his eyes told me he already knew.
“I thought he would be here when I woke up,” I answered. Even I could hear the slight whine in my voice.
Nikolay smiled, baring his teeth. “He’s busy. You’re just going to have to settle for me.”
Nikolay wasn’t the kind of man anyone would simply settle for.
I eyed him. “What are we going to do?”
An image of Nikolay taking me on this bed flashed through my mind, and I could feel the heat moving up my body. It was getting a little hot under the blanket.
“Why, princess, are you blushing? What are you thinking about, you naughty girl?”
“Food,” I answered quickly.
He laughed. “I’m not hungry for food.”
His hand moved under the blanket, scrunching up my shirt and pulling it up.
“Nikolay?”
“Yeah, baby?” he asked distractedly, his eyes focused on the skin between my neck and shoulder.
He leaned down and sucked on it.
“What are you doing?”
“Marking you,” he said, going back to suck on my flesh.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked up at the ceiling, trying to control my breathing, especially when I felt his warm hands on the bare skin underneath my shirt.
He brought them up and cupped my breasts. I let out a small gasp.
“W-why?” I asked when he pinched my nipples, playing with the hardened nubs.
Oh, God.
This felt so good.
He pulled back slightly and blew on the wet patch of skin he left behind on my neck. I shivered just as he twisted my nipples. His eyes took on a wicked glint.
“So all the motherfuckers out there know you belong to me. And princess, that’s exactly what you are. Mine.”
“I already know—know that,” I said as he continued to fondle me. I didn’t know how much more of this torture I could take.