WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE THEMES, PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION
Ava
Nikolai's lips are warm against mine, moving urgently like he can't get enough of me.
My cheeks burn and the nagging voice at the back of my mind goes on a rant on why kissing my husband is a terrible idea.
But I don't care.
None of it matters.
Not the fact that he's trying to kill my father, not the fact that he's a man I swore to hate and definitely not the fact that he's probably a psychopath.
Nothing.
All that matters is that his lips are on mine and I am thoroughly enjoying it.
Licking the seam of my lips, he grips my hips roughly and lets out a sound between a groan and a growl. My lower belly clenches with desire. The ache that follows between my thighs is one only he can soothe.
I need this.
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