Chapter Fourteen
Nina’s POV
I woke up feeling like someone had taken a sledgehammer to my skull.
The sunlight streaming through the curtains felt like knives stabbing directly into my brain. My mouth tasted like something had died in it. My body ached everywhere, especially my ass, which brought back humiliating memories I desperately wanted to forget.
The spanking. Enzo’s hands. My own hands between my legs afterward.
Nikolai standing in my doorway.
The whiskey. So much whiskey.
I groaned and rolled over, immediately regretting the movement as my stomach lurched. What the hell had I said to him last night? The memories were foggy, fragmented. His voice.
The cigar smoke. The way he’d looked at me like he wanted to devour me whole.
I pushed myself up slowly, my head pounding with
