All Chapters of Don Nikolai: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

(Excerpt) An hour later, they were done and I was ready to leave. Nikolai guided them out of his office and closed the door behind him. I heard a familiar click and I knew he had locked it but I wasn’t sure. Was he going to kill me? I chose to play dumb and walk to the door to try and open it. After jiggling the handle a few times, it wouldn’t open. I turned around and he was right behind me. He put his hand above my head and leaned in. " You wish it was you screaming my name, don't you? " He asked while locking me in place with his gaze. My cheeks flared as his question was spot on. It was a rhetorical question but I felt the need to defend myself. He had seen me after all. “ I don’t know what you're talking about,” I said. I clutched the door behind me as he moved closer. Our bodies were inches apart and it was getting harder to concentrate because of his bare chest which was muscular and covered with ink. " Tell me principessa, do you think of me when you trail your fingers

He was wearing a suit but without a jacket. He had on a waistcoat and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbow, showing off his muscular tattooed arms. He looked like a man who frequented the gym with the way his body looked powerful under that suit. He had a perfectly sculpted face with a sharp jawline and high cheekbones. There was a 5 O'clock shadow beard covering his face. His gray eyes held nothing but mischief and bad behavior. Not the boyish one, no. He exuded manliness, dominance, and sex appeal. On top of all that? He had glasses. Did he have an eye problem? I had never thought glasses looked that hot on somebody until him. His black hair fell over his face and he pushed it back with his tattooed hand that black rings on some fingers. I was undeniably attracted to the man. I tried to defend that it was the alcohol but I knew it wasn't. There was something dangerous and forbidden about him that pulled me in, daring me to jump into the fire. I turned to my d

His grip on my neck tightened a little and he chuckled before letting me go. He must have seen the look of alarm on my face. I wasn’t going to let the bastard force me into a loveless marriage. I wasn’t like all the compliant Italian girls he had met. “ Over my dead body! “ I screamed and spit on him. He closed his eyes and wiped my saliva from his face. He stared at me with a deadly look to show me just how dangerous he was. I didn’t falter. I continued moving my body in an attempt to break free from the binds around my wrists. However, all I achieved was hurting myself. “ I hate you! “ I screamed out in frustration and flung myself at Nikolai, just to hurt him. “ Why don’t you scream one more time and see what happens? “ Nikolai said after removing a gun and putting it on my temple. My mouth snapped shut and I stayed still. The patient and sweet Nikolai was gone. In his place was a dangerous and ruthless man. Did he wear glasses or was it also part of his act? I didn’t doubt

Vivienne dragged me down the stairs to the kitchen. For the first time, I took a good look at the house. It had a black Gothic design. The ceilings were high and the staircase was spiral. It had black marble floors that glinted in the light. The windows were floor-to-ceiling and they were covered by black and gray curtains. The kitchen was very spacious and it had a black counter in the middle. Contrary to the design of the rest of the house, the kitchen was white and gray. I was convinced that it was the only bright room in the house. The devil had made his house black like his heart. Vivienne guided me to sit on a stool that was near the counter. I was worried that she would get in trouble with Nikolai for being nice to me. “ Hey, Patrizia. I’m sure you know, Brie. Please give her your infamous chocolate cake so she can feel better. “ Vivienne said to a middle-aged lady with dark hair. She looked between us and smiled. “ Hey, Brie, “ she greeted and I greeted her back. Sh

The ceremony went by in a blur. I could barely remember reciting my vows and saying yes to being Nikolai’s wife. The only thing I remember vividly was the kiss. Oh, the kiss. I could still feel his lips lingering on mine. Every now and then, I found myself touching them. They still tingled and it was a feeling I could not explain. I wanted to hate him but it seemed my body thought otherwise. “ Smile, mìa regìna, “ Nikolai said. We were in the car and headed to the venue for the wedding night reception. I hadn’t even realized that he was looking at me. He had been so busy with phone calls ever since we got into the car. News of our marriage must have traveled like wildfire. His vows must have traveled the fastest. Nikolai had me there. He expressed such emotion that if I wasn’t the bride, I would have believed that he loved me with all his heart. If only they knew how much he hated me. “ What does that even mean? “ I asked, irritated. He always called me names in Italian and I