I paced our room wondering if my best bet was to run away. Where would I go?
Nikolas had shown me that the gentleman he pretended to be was just an illusion. Carlo had lost a hand over nothing for heaven's sake.
Touching my waist didn't seem like a sin enough to lose a hand over.
However, I would be lying if I said his darkness didn't make him alluring. There was a certain satisfaction that came from knowing a man would do something crazy because he was possessive.
God, I was sick.
"You're not on the bed waiting for me," Nikolas said from the door. I jumped and put my hand on my chest.
"You scared me," I said as I backed backward.
Nikolas walked towards me until he was standing right in front of me. He may have been covered in blood but he didn't scare me. I knew he wouldn't hurt me.
"I'm done waiting. I want you, Viola and I'm going to fuck you so hard you're going to limp tomorrow."
