Maybe Nikolai is right. Life is just about what makes you feelgood. What else is there? You could offer me a billion dollarsright now and I couldn’t for the life of me give you any otheranswer.
“I’m going to come,” I grit out, rocking my hips on his hand.I’m seconds away. Just a few more pulses and—
“Come for me,” he hisses against my neck. “Be bad with me,beautiful Belle. Submit and I’ll give you what you can’t giveyourself.”
I feel that tickle again, and all at once, it hits me: it’s myconscience. My body tenses, but not with an orgasm.
Somehow, I manage to break through the spell he wove aroundme. I grab Nikolai’s wrist and yank him out of my pants. ThenI spin around, desperate to get much needed space from him.“Don’t touch me.”
“It’s a little late for that.” He holds
