A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78

“But I don’t know what will happen to me as we are showering. I finished, brothing my fingers down his spine, slow and deliberate,

Nikolai didet answer. His berdil eight again, and 1 feb he wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words.

ere, in the way his des tightened beneath.

“You mlased me,” I said, more of a statement than a question. He scoffed, weakly. “You’re in full of yourself”

I grinned, teeth grazing the edge of his jaw. “And yet hear you are… still not prishing me away.”

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Silence. But his body betrayed him, leaning, just enough, like he wanted the contact and hated himself for it. I slid my hand lower, over the small of his bock, pripping the conve of his ass possessively. “I thought about your every night.”

His throat bobbed with a swallow

“Thought about how you looked under me. How you sound when you’re falling apart. Do you think about me ton, Nikolai?”.

Still no answer. Just a low, shuddering breath.

“I think you do,” 1 murmured. “And I think you’re too proud to admit how much you want me back.”

He finally tumed his face toward mine, eyes sharp. “You think this is about pride?”

“No,” I said “I think this is about control. And you hate that I still have it.”

He flinched like’d struck something now. “You want to make me chase you. Want to make me earn it. But let’s not lie to each other, Nikolai. You belong to me. You always have.”

I reached up, brushing wet strands of hair from his forehead, gentler now, my voice softening just enough to make him feel it.

“I’ll take it slow tonight,” I said. “Unless you beg me not to.”

His gaze locked on mine, defiant, unsure, trembling on the edge of something dangerous. And then he whispered, “Them don’t go slow.”

My control snapped immediately.

I slammed my mouth onto his, water splashing between us as I pressed him onto the slick tiles. His man hit the back of my throat, swallowed by my kiss. One of my hands braced against the wall beside his head, the other holding him firmly at the hip, grinding against him, letting him feel everything I’d been holding back,

“You asked for this,” I growled, biting down on his lower lip. “Don’t you dane try to run from it now.”

And Nikolai didn’t.

He pulled me closer, fingers curling against my skin, finally giving in to the chaos we’d both been drowning in.

Tonight, he wasn’t jett mine.

He wanted to be.

The kis turned sarage, desperate. Months of tendon, denial, guilt, and longing collided all at once. Our bodies crashed together, teeth clashing, breath mingling like we couldn’t inhale without stealing it from each other.

I grabbed his thigh and hoisted it more up around my hip, grinding him against the cold tile and the heat of me. He gaped, sharp and broken, nails dragging down my back

“Alessandro,” he choked, not sure if it was a plea or a curse. I didn’t care. I wanted every sound he had.The water ran over us, but I barely noticed. All I felt -was his skin, slick and hot, his chest rising and falling like he was drowning in this, in me.

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