Chapter 84
Nikolai’s POV
The control room in the safe house felt like a goddamn tomb. Dim lights, cold metal walls, and that massive screen taking up the entire far wall. Four high-definition feeds streamed in from Nina’s necklace and earrings—every angle, every sound, every breath crystal clear. We’d set it up that way so nothing got missed. Right now I wished we had missed everything.
I sat in the middle chair, fingers hovering over the keyboard like they had a mind of their own. My eyes were glued to the screen, but my stomach was somewhere on the floor. There she was—Nina—completely naked except for those stupid diamond waist beads and the heels that made her legs look endless. She was kneeling in front of the open drawer, holding that thick black dildo like it was a live grenade. H
