Chapter Eight
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Bianca
"Some f*****g choice! f**k, I hate you," I shout at Emma as if my words were a dagger flying through the air. I say them to harm her, intent on expelling this anger. Franko looked utterly heartbroken seeing me enter with Niko, but the ironic thing was the feelings I felt towards his upset—that was nothing but relief.
At first, the prospect of having the assurance that I had a husband and my life was planned seemed attainable, but the more I got to know Franko, the more I realised he was just like his father.
Dangerous.
I hated that I had been promised to him and that I had a life planned out with him. I hated that we were forced to speak about our relationship, our marriage, and the children we would have.
Even so, it was set, and I was accepting of it.
And now? Now I have Niko. Perhaps. Maybe?
What am I saying? The only route I should be concentrating on is escape.
All the same, the afternoon flies through my mind. Seeing him naked, his member hanging low and to the right. A row of four piercings along the top of his shaft making a ladder look with the metal balls sticking out of his skin on either side.
I've never seen anything like it, and honestly, it wasn't very comforting to look at knowing where he probably envisioned placing it.
Fanning my face, I try to cool down my rapidly heating cheeks. Niko's a god, well-built and f*****g sexy and no doubt the main star in any dreams I have from here on out.
The kitchen door creaks, alerting me to someone's presence. As if my thoughts summoned him, there Niko stands.
He says nothing as he enters the kitchen, his hands in his suit trouser pockets. He leans opposite me, staring unwaveringly as if trying to gauge who I am. It's nerve-wracking to watch, to be the centre of that kind of attention.
"Hungry?" Niko's voice floats around the kitchen as I stuff my face with the food I found in the fridge.
"Go away!" I note.
"Come on, Bee, give me something positive to remember this night by," he grins with a lopsided grin. He seems playful; it's intriguing.
"You won your little pissing contest; congratulations..."
"You wound me, Bee."
"You wound yourself," I shake my head in disagreement.
"Touche," he smirked, probably knowing full well he was playing games.
"You gonna pretend you didn't hear any of that?" I boldly ask, thinking over the things I said to Emma. Of what she said to me.
"Don't have a clue what you're talking about," he lies, taking one of his death sticks to cover up the lie.
"Yeah, okay," I laugh because seriously, who the f**k does he think he's fooling.
"It's time to go, Bee."
I snuff my laughter, rolling my eyes at his feet, instantly feeling the need to rebuke him. I don't like being told what to do, especially not by him.
"So soon?" I ask contritely.
"So soon," he nods, shifting from one foot to the other. I should have ignored him, but I didn't. Deciding to make good on my promise to Emma to behave here tonight, I jump down from the counter.
He laughs, walking towards me with a hand outstretched, obviously ready to guide me out of the room. My hackles stand to attention, and I rebel.
"What?!" I snap, hoping he rethinks telling me to move.
"Just staring," he murmurs, shocked at my one hundred and eighty-degree change in mood.
"Leave me alone," I sulk, turning away from him as I jump back on the countertop like a child with their legs swinging. The steady thump thump of my feet gives way to the rhythm of my heartbeat.
"You know I can't do that, Bee. So don't ask for something you can't get—. You'll end up disappointed," he tells me, his shoes tapping on the ground as evidence of him getting even closer.
"I'm always disappointed, now's no different."
"I can help with that, Bee. Let me help with that?" he asks, reaching for me. I side-glance at him, noting that one hand is back in his pocket with the death stick. He's smiling, but it doesn't reach his eyes.
"How the f**k are you going to help, Niko?"
"Distraction?" He suggests, his head tipped to the right as he regards me. Pouting my lips, I turn my body back to stare at him. He takes the opportunity to remove his hands from his pockets; he reaches for my thighs, digging his fingers into my flesh. He spreads them to accommodate him, and he settles between my legs.
His heat spreads across my body, and suddenly, air evades me, leaving me feeling flustered and unusual.
"Come on, Bee? Let me have what I want, and I promise to give it in return," he states. His voice wavers and he sways just a little.
"You're high," I remark. I'm not looking for confirmation; it's as evident as the blue sky.
"I'm horny," he summarises.
"No," I say unsurely. No, in this life, is never met well, and now is no different.
Niko stills, his whole body stiffening at that singular two-letter word that entirely stops whatever he was fishing for.
It takes him time to recover, and I sit like a duck waiting for the other shoe to drop. His fingers brush my cheek, his thumb stroking my lips.
My breath catches as I stare into his endless pools of deep, earthy brown eyes.
"Once we marry, that word will be forbidden," he whispers.
"Even then, Niko, I can say...no."
"You can say it, little Bee. Doesn't mean it'll hold any weight," he smirks.
"f**k off!" I all but yell.
"Shout it louder, darling. Let everyone know we're having a lovers tiff," he laughs. But the laugh doesn't reach his features. He's dead serious, a darkness overtaking every pore of him.
His laugh stops, and my eyes widen as we stare at one another deeply. Then we're kissing, his hands grabbing ahold of my neck and dragging me to him with harsh fingers.
My hands find their own purchase, too, his lapels and then his neck. The soft skin of his throat before I allow my right hand to drop down his chest.
His ribs rise and fall so rapidly that there's barely a differentiation between his breaths. And he's pulling me into him, grinding my v****a into his stomach. It's sordid. It's hot. It's more erotic than any kiss I've had before, leaving me with a need so thick it's widening my veins.
"Ah-hem," Dimitri's voice interrupts with a stupendous tone. I'm the first to pull back, flexing my fingers in Niko's hair to pull his head ever so slightly to the side. My eyes connect with Dimitri's and then, Lucia's, and finally Franko's.
Dimitri and Lucia share a smile that screams exhilaration, their lips almost unable to contain their happiness.
Franko whereas looks as if he's sucked on one too many lemons. The look on his face should be soul-crushing, but the more I assess him, the easier I feel. Especially under Niko's grip because he has yet to turn around so much to greet anyone.
"I'm sorry," I mutter because I have no clue what I should be saying after being found making out in their kitchen with my soon-to-be husband, who is only to be my husband because I know far too much for them to feel comfortable allowing me to follow a life of my own volition.
"No need to be sorry; young love is something to behold. It makes me happy that you've found your person," Dimitri notes, his hand waving to Franko. "As you see, Franko. Bianca is definitely not being held against her will."
"Bullshit. This is all bullshit," Franko growls unhappily. His words penetrate my skin so much that I jolt with each one.
"I'm happy. I—. L.o.v.e Niko," I say aloud, although I believe my voice comes out a squeal because I'm lying. I'm just hoping no one notices.
"This again?" Niko's eyes flick up to my own. Mischievousness plays in his irises, warning me of his mood. Holding his gaze, I silently begged him to play fair, but he only smirked, turning around dramatically. His arm flew around my waist to pull me close. I'm plastered to the side of his body now as we both stare at Franko, who's gritting his teeth and fisting his hands.
"Did you not get the message earlier? Bianca is my fiancé. Soon to be my wife. You have no hold on her. So do us all a favour and back the f**k off," Niko spits angrily.
"Niko is right, Franko. Emma has condoned their love; they have a date for the wedding," Lucia adds in a motherly tone.
"I agree. This marriage will be good for Bianca and Emma. You should find a suitor to create familial bonds of your own," Dimitri nods.
Things turn tense and silent. Niko holds onto me tightly as Franko shoots daggers with his eyes. Lucia helps fizzle out the fire threatening to start between us.
"Come, Franko. Why don't we get you a drink?" She suggests.
I watch him look at me and then down to the hand that's very firmly holding onto my waist. Baring his teeth, he turns on his heels and walks out of the kitchen with Lucia right behind him. Dimitri turns to leave also, catching the kitchen door with one hand as Niko and I remain quiet.
"You ought to be more careful. You have no clue who'll be walking in on you," Dimitri tells us, his tone humorous.
"We'll bear that in mind," Niko calls after him. "It's home time, Bee," he tells me only a moment later.
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