I feel like a fucking queen.
My hands grip the side of the sink, squeezing tight while trying to force myself to remain still.
The bunker door flies open, and not a second later, Nic comes striding down the stairs. He stops in the kitchen, looking straight through to me in the bathroom, standing over the sink, and meeting my stare in the mirror.
He looks concerned, almost as though he’s too scared to ask me how I feel. Maybe he didn’t think I had the guts to pull the trigger. Maybe he thought I was a little bitch who would have shot him instead and fled.
He takes a step toward me, and I narrow my eyes, neither of us saying a word. He comes closer, and the tension rises between us. Blood stains his clothes worse than before, and I wonder if that second gunshot was him finishing the fucker off. Yet I can’t seem to care—all that matters right now is Nic.
He reaches the entryway of the bathroom, and I straighten, still watching him through the mirror as he stops and rakes his eyes over my body. The intensity is too much. I hate him so bad for what he’s made me do, and for what he’s made me realize about myself. But the power still pulsing through my veins is too strong to worry about busting his ass over it just yet.
Nic clears his throat, getting ready to say something as he steps into the bathroom. His hands come to my waist, and he meets my eyes in the mirror again. Concern is etched over his features, and I don’t doubt that he’s about to hit me with the ‘are you alright’ bullshit, but that’s the furthest from what I want.
He leans into me, and I feel his bloodied shirt pressing against my back. I should be disgusted … repulsed, yet a fire burns within me. I sense his questions about to come, but as his fingers tighten on my waist, I spin around and throw my arms around his neck, crushing a bruising kiss to his inviting lips.
Nic pauses for a second, probably wondering what the fuck is going on, but it takes no time at all for him to get on board with the plan.
I grab his shirt and tear it over his head, loving the feel of his warm skin against my body. A deep growl tears from within his chest, and he instantly takes control—but I don’t give it willingly. My nails dig into his skin. I hate him so fucking much, but if he doesn’t throw me against a wall and slam inside of me within the next two seconds, I really will kill the bastard.
Nic’s tongue invades my mouth as his hands grip my body, tight enough to leave welcome bruises, and I feel myself pulling back. I tear my mouth from his, panting heavily, as I stare up at the man who has destroyed me time and time again.
Without warning, my hand slaps hard over his cheek, leaving a sharp sting in my palm. “I fucking hate you,” I roar.
Nic stares at me, his eyes heating more and more by the second. He grabs my waist tighter and takes two forceful steps, slamming my body hard against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall. “I fucking hate you too,” he tells me in the deep baritone voice that has me crushing my lips back to his and desperately reaching for his belt.
Nic reaches around me and unhooks my bra, and within seconds is tearing the fabric from my arms. The moment it’s gone, his lips peel from mine, and I gasp for breath as his warm tongue runs down my neck, setting my body alight.
I get his pants undone and instantly slip my hand inside, not wasting time. My fingers curl around his hard, veiny cock, and my eyes close as the desperation tears through me. I work my hand all the way up and run my finger over his tip. If I wasn’t so desperate to feel him inside, I’d be down on my knees, letting him fuck my mouth until tears welled in my eyes.
As my hand roams up and down his cock, his lips torture me, sucking and nipping at my skin, slowly working his way down to my tits. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, and as I squeeze his cock, he bites it, making me arch my back and press my chest into him.
His grip tightens on my waist, and within a second, he's shoving my pants to my ankles. I step free of them, and without warning, Nic grabs my ass and lifts me into his strong arms.
My arms fly around his neck to keep from falling as my legs spread wide, hooking around his waist. And then, in one quick thrust, Nic lines himself up with my pussy and buries himself deep inside, stretching me like never before. His head falls into the crook of my neck, and he groans low as I tip my head back to the wall and moan out his name.