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Nikolai's lips are against mine, and I'm stunned. Frozen in my spot. It's like I'm bombarded with so much lust I have the ability to go mad. I expected to pull away, I really did.

But yet my body, or maybe even my heart, is telling me NO! And so, my lips moves against his, kissing him back. It's not passionate, it's definitely not a kiss in a sweet romance novel. Instead, it's filled with desire, hunger, lust.

Electricity is shooting through my whole body as Nikolai continues moving his lips against mine, he attempts to shove his tongue in my mouth but I bite at it and he groans.

Nikolai doesn't like me denying him access, and it's evident as his hand now holds a vice grip on my neck, constricting my breathing.

Yet we continue. This is so utterly wrong. I want to scream at him, but that feeling alone makes me want to continue. Like I'm in desperate need to rebel against my father's wishes of me not touching a man.

However, Nikolai has such a hold over me that I can't seem to find it in me to let go. Almost like the universe is bounding us together and wanting us to suffocate against each other.

Nikolai's lips come to a quick stop, yet they don't leave mine. "This is so wrong, angel." He mummers, and as much as I loathe the man who's kissing me, I feel the urge to continue.

I want him to crash his lips against mine once again, so I feel the burst of adrenaline I so badly craved.

"Why can't I free myself of your presence? Why do you have to make things so difficult, angel?" Nikolai opens his eyes and I look into them. They're not dark anymore, instead they're the familiar, fascinating grey orbs I stared into the day I collected the delivery.

Wait a fucking minute.

Suddenly, Nikolai's lips are once again against mine, moving in a frenzy and I cant seem to do anything except give in to his demands.

His grip on my throat tightens, and I gasp. Nikolai takes this opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth and now we're a frenzy mess. He takes my bottom lip into his mouth, biting on it and I want to knee him in the balls.

But I don't, instead I'm consumed by this unfamiliar crave and I continue to chase the adrenaline I was in need for.

Nikolai's free hand comes up to my chest, and he squeezes my right tit, and I'm left with a desire for more as he settles his large hand there.

However, I soon enough come to back to earth and remember what he's done, so I reach down for my knife. Nikolai is distracted, so he won't notice what I'm about to do.

I lift the knife to his arm and I stab. Hard. Yet the motherfucker doesn't move. Instead, Nikolai nips at my bottom lip and he channels his anger towards my lips, nipping and sucking at them.

I'm the one to put a stop to this hot and heavy mess we've become, and I'm also first to speak after what feels like minutes pass by. "I stabbed you, you delinquent fuck." I spit and Nikolai doesn't put up a fight. His face just plasters a smirk.

"What can I say, angel. Have to live with the situation that's made." Nikolai is snarky, and all of a sudden he's grown a thousand balls by how he's behaving. It irks me that he believes he can get away with framing me as Matteo's murder.