The Bride He Meant To Break

Chapter Thirteen

~Valentina~

I was having a fitful sleep.

I tossed and turned so much that I was surprised Nikolai hadn't complained yet.

He got into bed not long ago so I doubted he was asleep.

I had not stop fidgeting since earlier this evening when I was almost shot. A wave of unease crawled down my spine.

I heard Nikolai move behind the bridge of pillows seperating us and I stilled.

I heard the pillows being tossed to the floor before strong arms enveloped me and pulled me into a strong chest.

"Sleep, Solnysho. You're safe with me", he whispered into my ear.

His words where like a shot of anxiolytics.

It calmed me and for once that night I felt safe.

My limb finally felt heavy, my eyes droopy, and in matter of seconds I fell asleep.

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I woke up to the most delicious warmth surrounding me.

What finally made sleeping in this huge ass bed so cozy?

For a second I was still enjoying the warmth, when the events of yesterday came rushing in.

Our argument, the bloody knife, the assassin, Nikolai pulling me into his arms...

My chest warmed at that final thought. That must explain the warmth surrounding me.

I opened my eyes and looked down to see Nikolai's strong arms holding me close to his hard body. His steady breath told me he was still sleeping.

My cheeks warned as I felt his morning wood digging into my ass. Heat pooled in my belly.

Instinctively, I pushed my ass into his hardness wanting to feel more of him.

His breath caught for a second and I paused not wanting to wake him up.

When I heard his breathing become steady again, I let out a breath.

I would have been so mortified, if he caught me grinding his length.

I made a move to pull away but his arms tightened around me.

I stiffened at the thought that he might be awake, but his breath was still steady.

I felt his arms move lower till they rested on my pelvis. They pulled me flush against his length.

I choked at the movement and turned back to look at him. He was still asleep but his brows were bunched like he was being tortured.

Suddenly he started grinding against me and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. f**k.

Even when he was asleep, he made my body light up in flames.

His thrusts where hard, determined and he grunted against my neck in satisfaction. If he f****d as hard as this then I was in trouble.

His hands moved at my sides until they reached my breasts. His hands covered them and gave them a hard squeeze. I thought I knew what pleasure was until he squeezed my n*****s. My back arched into him and he groaned at friction that the movement caused.

My breath was labored and my s*x weeped at the sensations that raked through me and I had to stop this before we did something we would both regret.

"Nikolai!", i called out and got no response. He was relentlessly chasing a high I wanted as bad as he did.

I found a way to turn around in his arms and when the position made him to thrust against my c**t, I saw stars.

I had to hold on for a moment to savor the sweet torment. It almost broke my resolve. Almost.

"Nikolai", I called out again as I tapped his face once, twice and before I could tap his face the third time, his hand came up and held mine.

His thrusts stopped and his eyes slowly drifted open.

His confused gaze first found mine before they fell to where we were pressed together, his length still pressed against my c**t.

He thrust again like he couldn't help himself.

When his eyes met mine again, they burned with so much lust, but then he closed them and took several deep breaths.

He finally pulled away and looked away to hide my disappointment.

He got up and throws and failed to stare at his rigid length. He looked painfully hard.

"I'm going to have a shower", he said and I could swear that I saw him stroke himself as he walked away.

Fuck.

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Nikolai had been avoiding me all day.

He was such a baby sometimes. I might have started it but I wasn't the one who asked him to dry hump me like his life depended on it.

After relieving myself in the shower, I called Mia over to distract myself from my emotionally unavailable husband.

She was at a hotel not too far away so she arrived in a matter of minutes.

I told her everything that had happened since they left, obviously excluding the office and morning incident with Nikolai.

"Oh my poor baby!", she exclaimed and pulled me into a hug.

"How do you feel about all this?,", she asked and I found that I don't know what answer to give.

"I don't know", I said, "My emotions are everywhere yet nowhere at once".

"It's okay", she said, "Have you heard anything about who might have sent the assassin".

"No. I havent been able to ask since he is avoiding me like a plague", I said as I rolled my eyes.

"Why would he avoiding you", she asked and I blushed hard.

"No way, Val!", she exclaimed, "You guys have done the deed and you didn't tell me! But why exactly would he be avoiding you? Wasn't it good?".

I would explode if she doesn't stop asking these very personal, very embarrassing questions.

"We didn't do 'the deed', Mia", I said, mocking her choice of words but that didn't dampen her grin.

"But you did something", she probbed and wiggles her brows at me. My face heated up again.

" I knew it!", she exclaimed, laughter spilling from her throat.

" Stop already", I said, my cheeks hot enough to boil water.

"Alright, alright", she said her stupid grin still plastered on, "But seriously, girl, if my man looked like that I would have jumped him on sight".

"Mia", I scolded, but giggled at how ridiculous she was being.

She laughed and made her way towards my closet.

"Why don't we find that dress that you need for tonight", she said and my nerves returned.

I would be making my first appearance today at a masquerade event that would be held for the elite in the heart of New York.

No longer as Valentina Morellini, princess of the Cosa Nostra.

But now as Valentina Morellini Vetrovski, Queen of the Bratva.