Nikolai (Dangerous Love Series Book 1)

by Kristin Alexander

  I understood what he was saying. This was part of how he wanted to deal with his dad, the kidnapping, the whole situation. He needed to be comforted and nurtured; given pleasure and catharsis.

  I nodded my head and wrapped my lips around his thumb, lightly brushing it with my tongue. Fire burned in his eyes as he reached down with both hands and nearly ripped my jeans and panties off my body.

  “Hannah, I apologize in advance, but this is going to be a little rough,” he informed me as he lowered my shoulders onto the bed and spread my legs, his gaze zeroing in between my legs. “Christ, you’re sexy.”

  I jolted with the embarrassed pride as he stared at me. I felt the urge to close my legs, but as if he was reading my mind. “Don’t,” he barked, his voice rough with passion.

  I obeyed, my arousal spiking as I waited for him to touch me.

  He removed his jeans and threw them carelessly aside.

  “Spread your legs wider, Hannah.”

  There was something about the commanding way he said my name that had goosebumps popping upon my skin and my legs opening immediately.

  He grabbed me around the thighs and pulled me until my hips were at the edge of the bed. “Grab your thighs and hold them open for me,” he demanded.

  I complied, eager to move things forward as fast as possible.

  “Good girl,” he murmured against the skin of my inner thigh, this tongue blazing a trail up to my throbbing core. I wanted to grab his head and pull him where I needed him, but I knew he would torment me further if I tried.

  “I am addicted to this pussy, Hannah, you know that?” he asked conversationally. His tongue swiped from the bottom of my slit to the top of my pussy and I nearly leapt off the bed in pleasure. He quickly focused his attention on my clit, lightly licking, then sucking deeply as two of his fingers pistoned in and out of my spasming sheath.

  “Oh, my god, Nikolai...please…” I pleaded mindlessly, my hips grinding against him, seeking relief.

  Nikolai pulled his mouth away and frowned. “Jesus, Hannah, I’m trying to calm down, but everything you do is such a fucking turn on.”

  His fingers continued to work between my thighs as he raised himself to stand between my spread legs. He moved one hand up to cup my breast, rubbing his thumb against my hardened nipple, then pinching and pulling it with increasing pressure.

  “I need to fuck you hard, Hannah, can you handle that?”

  I think he was asking to be thoughtful, but it sounded like more dirty talk and that just stoked my arousal higher. “Yes, yes, please,” I begged.

  He reached down and positioned his cock at the soaked entrance to my pussy and jerked his hips forward, his first thrust seating him completely inside me. I gasped at the sensation of stretching fullness as he groaned in ecstasy.

  His hands clenched hard on my hips as he paused, sweat beading on his brow with the strain of holding himself still. “You okay?” he gritted out.

  I nodded my head, but still felt a bit of discomfort. He frowned down at me, as if assessing the truth of my response, then reached down with his thumb and started to rub around my clit in a circular motion, still deep inside me.

  I knew he was desperate to move, so I felt tears rising to my eyes at how gentle he was trying to be, at how important it was to him that I enjoy this. He leaned forward and bit at my lower lip, then kissed me deeply. He kissed a trail down to my neck beneath my ear and sucked my neck in a way that started my hips rocking insistently against his. His free hand knotted in my hair, pulling in a way that sent my arousal skyrocketing.

  The fingers between my legs stopped rubbing my clit and started pinching lightly. “Nikolai, oh, my god, please move, ple-”

  Nikolai didn’t need to hear any more. He reached down, grabbed my hips and started hammering his cock into me. The pounding rhythm was brutally intense, and it probably would have hurt had I not been so turned on.

  Nikolai’s gaze was fixed on where we were joined, his breathing becoming more out of control with each heavy thrust. “Fuck, Hannah, I can’t get enough of you.”

  I was so close, but Nikolai looked closer.

  Again, as if aware of my thoughts, Nikolai shot me a quick look. Even on the brink of losing control, he was aware of my needs.

  He leaned over me, which put his pubic bone in direct contact with my clit and reached one hand under me to grip my ass tightly. His other hand went back into my hair, immobilizing my movements. This is what I had needed.

  Nikolai resumed his intense cadence, and I could feel his panting breaths against my neck. As Nikolai gave three final, pounding thrusts, he bit the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. I started screaming, and Nikolai once again moved his hand to cover my mouth as his body spasmed over mine, his hips grinding his dick deeper into my pussy.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” he panted into the skin of my shoulder, then kissed it, before pulling out of me and rolling over.

  We both just laid there like fallen soldiers, trying to reorient ourselves after our manic coupling. He reached over and pulled me into his side, not able to do anything more than kiss the top of my head as I leaned against his heaving chest. I looked up at him and he brushed my hair back off of my face and kissed my forehead.

  I smirked. “You have to admit, this is better than fighting, right?”

  Nikolai’s eyebrows jumped, and he gave a surprised chuckle. He leaned his head back as though giving my statement serious consideration.

  He moved to his side, his head propped up on his hand and rubbed my cheek with his thumb. “I don’t know if I’ll ever completely stop fighting, Hannah, I have a lot of enemies. But, generally speaking, I would say we’ve stumbled on a pretty good replacement. Are you prepared to become my substitute? As you can see, it can be a pretty demanding position,” he teased.

  I put my hand up to my chin again, in fake consideration. “Hmm…”

  Nikolai stared down at me. “Christ, you’re a handful already,” he muttered.

  “Now, do you regret making our fake relationship real?” I asked, only half kidding.

  Nikolai rolled back to my side and cocked his head as though giving my question serious consideration. I smacked him on the arm. “Nikolai!” I screeched.

  He let out a huge laugh and rolled me on top of him. “No, Hannah, I don’t regret it, but I didn’t plan it, that’s for fucking sure.” Nikolai shook his head and grinned, his thumb rubbing against a sensitive spot on my neck, no doubt another hickey.

  “Based on what you thought of me when me met, I’m absolutely certain you didn’t plan it.” I teased.

  Nikolai’s expression grew serious. “I know you’re joking, Hannah, but even then, even on that first day, there was something about you. Even when I was resisting it, I knew,” he murmured.

  “Knew what?” I whispered.

  “That you were mine.”

  Epilogue

  Three months later

  Nikolai

  I waited for Hannah outside of her Calculus class, as I had for all her classes since that day at Katya’s house. I was dead fucking serious about what I’d said to her about commitment. I was through doubting how I felt or why I felt it. I let myself accept how I felt for Hannah, and I didn’t anything by half measure.

  Needless to say, I’ve responded to all of her texts.

  Incredibly, my father was still on the loose, though he was practically a fugitive with the entire syndicate gunning for him. We found out the man driving the car was Andrei Orlov, previously a minor player in our organization. Apparently, Yuri had chosen him to run the trafficking operation, even though he was barely out of his teens. I wasn’t surprised. I knew first-hand how vicious Orlov could be, having worked with him briefly last summer. He was fond of using torture, even when we were dealing with petty shit. I’d seen him shoot one of our own men for scratching his car, his black eyes intense and hard in his baby face as he casually pulled the trigger. He was not to be fucked with. The thought of him and Yuri teaming up wa
s disturbing, but with so many people targeting them I felt a more at ease.

  Unbelievably, instead of disappearing completely, Yuri was still trying to target Katya, still considered her his property. He sent her messages, flowers, creepy shit, but so far, he hadn’t made a move. It was making Drago fucking nuts, so he was protecting Katya day and night. At least that’s the reason he gave for practically moving into her father’s house with her.

  Due to my father being a crazy fuck, I told Hannah she couldn’t hang out with Katya until my dad was taken out. It wasn’t safe. Although Hannah understood my rationale, she sulked about missing Katya. I almost caved because she looked so fucking sexy when she pouted, but my concern for her safety overrode my lust-fueled decision making. They still talked on the phone and texted, but until my dad was dead, I didn’t want Hannah anywhere near Katya. A lot of their conversations were centered on Emmy, who, according to Hannah, had nightmares about the kidnapping and was quieter since the incident with my father. Hannah tried to get her to talk about what had happened, but it seemed like Emmy just wanted to play her harp and forget.

  Hannah exited her class chatting with some girl, which was fortunate since I didn’t love seeing her talk to other guys. I knew it was irrational, and sometimes life required her to communicate with men, but I still hated it. She gave me a lot of shit about my jealousy and possessiveness, but I didn’t care.

  Hannah smiled as she walked up me, and I felt my chest tighten with a myriad of emotions; love, pride, affection, wonder. I still found being in a relationship jarring adjustment, even after all these months, but when I saw Hannah walking towards me it didn’t matter.

  “Hey,” she whispered and planted a kiss on my lips. She started to pull back, but I thrust my fingers in her loose hair and deepened the kiss. Her body relaxed against mine, and I knew I had to stop or find us a more private location.

  “Hey,” I responded gruffly, staring into her half-lidded eyes, now foggy with newly sparked passion.

  “Ugh, you two are sickening. Get a room already,” snarked Ava, good-naturedly as she walked up to us.

  Hannah laughed and stuck her tongue out at Ava. “You’re just jealous,” Hannah replied jokingly.

  “Ha,” Ava started to retort, but then Jack walked by. He nodded his head at us but kept walking down the hallway and out of sight.

  Ava deflated in front of our eyes, as she watched him walk away.

  “You okay, Ava?” Hannah asked, her brow wrinkled in concern. “Did something happen between you and Jack?”

  She sighed and put her hand to her forehead, as though she had a headache. “Can we get together this weekend? I’ll tell you the whole story.”

  Hannah shot me a quick glance to make sure I was okay with Ava’s suggestion. We were together all the time, so we had standing plans every weekend. Again, this used to be one the things I hated about relationships, the checking in, but I could not deny how gratifying it felt when Hannah checked with me before she made plans. I subtly nodded my head.

  Hannah smiled at Ava. “Of course! Let’s get together Saturday and get brunch, or something.”

  Ava smiled in gratitude. “Thanks, Hannah.” She shot me a quick smile, too, as if understanding that for Hannah to be with her, I would be sacrificing my time with her. That was exactly how it felt, too. Ava left in the same direction Jack had gone in.

  “Poor Ava,” Hannah said as we walked hand in hand down the hall.

  “Yeah, I think Jack is kind of fucked up right now, too.” Jack was about as prone to sharing his feelings as I was, but I’d noticed his behavior change over the last couple of months.

  “Why don’t those two just get together, already?” Hannah half-wailed, and I smiled at her dramatics.

  I was about to needle her about our strange path to commitment when Jeff Connors hurried by us. It was hard to miss him, as he often hugged the side of the wall when I passed him. I guess he was afraid I would randomly swing on him – a reasonable concern on his part.

  After Jeff had disappeared, I assessed Hannah’s expression carefully, relieved to find no lingering expressions of panic or uneasiness. Instead, she looked thoughtful.

  “What?”

  “When I see Jeff now, I’m not scared anymore.” She shrugged, then shot me a relieved smile. I could not help but feel a surge of possessiveness and pride at her admission.

  I cocked my head. “What do you feel?”

  “Gratitude,” she responded simply.

  My head jerked back. “Gratitude? For him? What the fuck, Hannah?”

  Hannah laughed at my dramatics. “Well, if he hadn’t been a lunatic stalker asshole, we never would have met.”

  “You think that?”

  Now her head jerked back, a look of disbelief on her face. “Of course. Don’t you?”

  I stopped her and turned her towards me and looked into her beautiful, beloved face. “I don’t know, Hannah, but a part of me wants to believe if Jeff hadn’t been there, I would have found you.”

  Her jaw dropped, and she had the same look of astonished pleasure she always did when I said shit like this to her. God, she was fucking sweet.

  “Because,” I continued. “I don’t like imagining any reality where you’re not mine.”

  Hannah jumped into my arms and hugged me tightly, then started kissing my neck. The hands I had previously wrapped around her waist started drifting down to her ass.

  “Hannah, do you know what you’re starting?”

  Her eyes flashed with humor and heat. “Oh, absolutely.” With that, she dashed towards the door to the parking lot, figuring I would chase after her.

  She was right.

  About the Author

  Kristin Alexander is a new author who lives in the Chicago area with her family. She has just published her debut novel, Nikolai, first in the Dangerous Love Series. She loves writing characters who display both passion and humor but are relatable and real.

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