NIKOLAY
I let outa small groan and took out my frustration on the punching bag in front of me.
Mikhail watched me with amusement on his face.
Fucker.
Of course he would be in a good mood. Our little princess didn’t say no to him.
And what made it more frustrating was the fact that I was this affected by her.
What was it that Damien said?
Golden fucking pussy.
Fuck.
I wasn’t the kind of man to be led by his dick, but fuck if I didn’t feel like it right now.
I pulled my arm back and punched the bag, hearing the satisfying thud it made, and seeing the way it swung from the impact.
“Who pissed you off?” Mikhail asked, wrapping his hands with tape and walking over. He held the punching bag for me.
I didn’t answer him, but kept going, punching it until my knuckles felt numb—and still, it wasn’t enough.
“Catalina,” I grumbled.
That wiped the smile off his face. “What’d she do?” he asked cautiously.
He eyed me, and I moved back, wiping the sweat off my forehead with my shirt. I had just gotten back from a workout, and if Catalina had just gotten in line, I could be in bed with her right now, fucking happy after shooting my cum inside her tiny, delectable pussy.
Instead, I went back out to the gym Gabriel had on his property, working off more pent-up energy.
“Don’t fucking look at me like that,” I said. “I didn’t hurt your little kitten. Jesus.”
He smirked. “You could hurt her, but you can’t fucking hurt her more than she can handle.”
I shifted, my cock tightening from the memory of spanking her. It felt like ages ago.
Perhaps she needed another spanking, just to remind her who was in fucking charge.
I told her last night I was going to spank her. I should have made good on my threat this morning. Instead, I got sidetracked by that soft look in her eyes.
I shook away the whimsical thought.
What the fuck had she done to me?
“She told me no,” I grumbled, bending down to grab the water bottle I had placed on the floor.
Mikhail looked at me, his brows pulling together before he threw his head back and laughed.
I looked at him with a narrowed gaze.
I had been known to incite fear from men by just looking at them. But not Mikhail.
“What did you do to piss her off?”
“Nothing.”