Yes. Yes. Yes.
I explode, my vision fading to black, my head spinning.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans. “Take every inch of me.”
He slams into me, deeper and harder, making my orgasm spiral out of control until I can only whimper from the all-consuming intensity of my release.
Nikolas presses his mouth to mine, breathing in my whimpers as they turn to sobs. His hips move at a relentless pace, his hard length creating a second heartbeat in my cervix and abdomen.
I feel every large inch of him, stretching me, stroking me, claiming me.
So good. Oh, God, so good.
I only manage to come down from the impossible high, all the strength flowing from my body, when Nikolas buries himself as deep as he can and shudders against me.
His arms form steel bands around me, and I’m crushed to his chest as he empties himself inside me. He lowers his head to the crook of my neck and takes greedy breaths of me.
In Nikolas’ arms, with him still buried deep inside me, I realize one thing – Nikolas isn’t the most powerful person any longer.
I am.
Chapter 37
Nikolas
Back at work, I have a shit ton of work to catch up on. I’m checking a shipment of Heckler & Koch P30L handguns and Heckler & Koch MP5K submachine guns that came in from Luca. All the weapons are hidden in aircon units.
“That’s everything, right?” I ask Andreas when we’re done working our way through the shipment.
“Yeah.”
“Have the men take the aircon units to a scrapyard. They can keep the money they make off the metal.”
“Will do.” Andreas walks over to the men, already waiting for further instructions.
Taking my phone out of my pocket, I dial Luca’s number as I head back into the building.
“I trust everything is in order?” he answers.
“Yes. Thank you.” I stop by an elevator. “I know it’s short notice, but can you put an order of incendiary grenades together for me?”
“When do you need it, and how many?”
“As many as you can get your hands on, as soon as possible,” I state, pressing the button for the elevator.
Luca lets out a chuckle. “Viktor says he’s joining in the fun. When will the attack go down?”
“Probably next week.” The doors ping open, but unable to end the call, I let them slide shut again.
“Manno’s fucked with both you and Liam. We’ll all be there to back you. Give us the exact date and time.”
“I’ll let you know before the end of the day.”
“Good. I’ll have the shipment leave first thing tomorrow.”
“Thank you.” When I joined the Priesthood, it was to keep the peace, but with the other men backing me in this war, it’s solidifying the bond between us.
Manno’s as good as dead.
As I end the call, it’s to see Grant standing to my left. Frowning at him, I ask, “Why aren’t you guarding Tess?”
With a thumb over his shoulder, he gestures to the entrance. “She’s here.”
My eyebrow lifts, and just then, Tess walks into the building with James next to her and the other guards flanking her.
Today she’s wearing her usual jeans and t-shirt, looking like a carefree student again.
It’s been a week since I killed Irene, and instead of crumbling, Tess has dealt with what happened like a true queen.
My eyes flick to Grant. “Then you should be by her fucking side.” I’m going to fire his ass, and by fire, I mean kill.
I walk toward Tess, who grins at me. She holds up a container. “I’m on my way to school and thought I’d bring you lunch.”
A smile spreads across my face, and when she’s in reaching distance, I take hold of her hip and tug her against me. Lowering my head, I press a kiss to her lips, then tease her, “Yeah? Look at you being the perfect wife.”
Her gaze turns seductive, making my cock twitch. “My man needs his strength…” she winks at me, “for later.”
I let out a chuckle as I take the container from her. “What do you have planned for later?”
Tess tugs her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes filling with desire, and fuck if I don’t harden at the speed of light. “You’ll see. Don’t keep me waiting in bed.” Then the temptress turns around and gives me a mouthwatering view of her sexy ass as she walks out of the building.
“Christ, she’ll be the end of me,” I mutter as I turn to head back to the elevators. Noticing Grant hanging around like a fucking fly, I bark, “Why the fuck are you still here?”
He darts away, running after Tess.
“Who are you yelling at?” Andreas asks, giving me a curious look.
“Fucking Grant. Put someone else in his place. The fucker will get Tess killed.”
“On it.”
Finally, I get to head up to my office. It’s on the top floor with a scenic view of the city. I had it decorated, much the same as the penthouse, all chrome and dark gray furnishings.