Chapter 45: Devil’s Lair: Chapter 45

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I half expect to run into Alina or Lyudmila, but we make it to Nikolai’s bedroom without encountering anyone. It’s a huge relief, given the state of my dress—and, I realize as I catch a glimpse of us in a mirror, my face and hair.

With my lips swollen from his kisses and my hair wild, I don’t just look freshly fucked.

I look ravished.

And that’s pretty much how I feel as he lays me down on his king-sized bed and begins to strip, volcanic heat kindling anew in his golden eyes. I don’t know if I’m up for more so soon, especially with the questions raised by the video hanging over us, but when he’s fully naked, his magnificent body bared to my gaze, I can’t find the will to protest as he climbs over me and takes my lips in a deep, tenderly erotic kiss.

It’s a lovemaking this time, not a fucking. He worships every inch of my body, bringing me to another orgasm with his lips and tongue before carefully sheathing himself in my sore flesh. Somehow, I manage to come again alongside him, and then, exhausted, I lie in his arms like a ragdoll before drifting off to sleep.

I wake up to the feel of being submerged in warm water. Blinking my eyes open, I realize we’re both half-lying in a bubble bath, with Nikolai spooning me from underneath so I don’t slip in and drown.

“Relax, zaychik,” he murmurs in my ear, running a soapy sponge over my breasts and stomach. “Close your eyes, let me take care of you.”

He doesn’t need to ask twice. After the sleepless night I’ve had and with my body jellified by all those orgasms, I’m already drifting off to dreamland. Vaguely, I’m aware of him washing me all over, then lifting me out of the tub and wrapping a big, fluffy towel around me. At that point, I wake up enough to ask for privacy to use the bathroom, and then I stumble off to bed, where he’s waiting for me with a tray of food.

Sleepily, I let him feed me grapes, cheese, and various spreads on crackers—since we missed dinner in favor of sex and all—and then I pass out in his embrace, feeling safe, secure, and cared for.

Feeling like I’ve found my new home.