All Chapters of Nikolai’s Tainted Nun : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 48 ⟿❂⟾ Sylvia ⟿❂⟾ I really shouldn’t have said that. But I did and I’m super glad I did, because, damn! The moment his lips touched mine, something electric shot through me. I'd meant to tease him, to see that flash of desire in his eyes, but I hadn't expected him to kiss me like this—like he was drowning and I was air. I melted against him, my fingers immediately sliding into his hair to pull him closer. Every rational thought evaporated as his hand moved to cradle my neck, tilting my head back to deepen the kiss. He shifted and pulled me down with him so that I was straddling him, then his lips resumed the assault along my neckline. "Nikolai," I gasped against his mouth, unable to contain the desperate need coursing through me. His hand skimmed down my body, slid down my belly under my shirt before moving back up to cup my breast through his t-shirt. I arched into his touch, a small gasp escaping me when his thumb brushed across my nipple. Oh God. Oh God. Nikola

Chapter 50⟿❂⟾Nikolai⟿❂⟾I woke with a start, disoriented by the brightness streaming through the balcony. Checking my watch, I cursed under my breath. 9:17 AM.What the fuck? I never slept this late.Beside me, Sylvia was still deep in slumber, her chest rising and falling with each breath, hair splayed across the pillow like spilled ink. Now that I really had the time to look at the beautiful curls, I noticed her natural dark roots.Well, I found that beautiful.Her lips were slightly parted, and there was a faint mark on her neck that I didn't recall leaving there last night. And that brought back memories of the selfish things I’d done to her in just one night flooded and once again, I was left feeling like a jerk.No wonder she was still out cold.I studied her for a moment longer, surprised by how peaceful I felt just watching her sleep. This wasn't normal for me. Nothing about my reactions to this woman was normal. I should be eager to get her back to the convent, to not ruin

Chapter 52 ⟿❂⟾ Nikolai ⟿❂⟾ "Charity project?" Kegan repeated, his eyebrows climbing toward his hairline as he took Sylvia's hand. Instead of shaking it, he brought it to his lips, maintaining eye contact with her the entire time. "How... philanthropic of my cousin." I took three long strides across the room, inserting myself between them. "Sylvia, why don't you go back upstairs? I'll bring you a toothbrush in a minute." She nodded quickly, her face still burning with embarrassment. As she turned to go, the vibrator slipped from behind her back and clattered to the floor with a sound that seemed to echo through the entire penthouse. For a moment, she froze. Then Kegan let out a delighted laugh that bordered on maniacal. "This is why I love this family," he gasped. "There’s always something to laugh about." Sylvia looked as though she might actually combust from shame. I bent down, scooped up the vibrator, and handed it to her with as much dignity as I could muster. "Upstairs,"

Chapter 54 ⟿❂⟾ Sylvia ⟿❂⟾ Kidnapped. Again. "There’s a blockade ahead." Someone announced. "Plan B." Nikolai pressed a button on his phone. "Kegan, we need the chopper. Twenty minutes." Chopper? My mouth went dry. Kegan, Vincenzo, and Stacy had taken a separate route, now I knew why. We emerged onto a wider street and Nikolai accelerated through traffic with terrifying precision. I gripped the door handle so tightly my knuckles turned white. "You know how to fly a helicopter?" I asked, trying to sound casual and failing miserably. "Among other things." He said, “But Kegan will fly us.” What couldn't this man do? We drove in tense silence for another fifteen minutes before pulling into what looked like an abandoned garage. Nikolai parked behind a rusted container and killed the engine. "We wait here," he said, checking his watch. "Five minutes." This was insane. "My life has turned into a Jason Bourne movie." He actually laughed at that. “Jason Bourne. You've seen those

Chapter 56 ⟿❂⟾ Nikolai ⟿❂⟾ Entering the convent felt so wrong. A girl in a flowing white habit met me at the entrance, her face drawn with worry. "Mr. Gianni," She whispered urgently. "The FBI was here. They've been questioning everyone." "About Sylvia?" Her eyes darted nervously. "About you, too." Of course. "Mother Beatrice insisted on seeing you despite their... concerns," she continued, leading me through a side corridor. "She's quite distressed." She stopped outside Mother Beatrice’s office, crossing herself before opening the door. "Please be gentle with her. She's not been herself since—" She cut herself off, but I caught the implication. Since Sylvia disappeared. Since Maria disappeared. Both my doing, in different ways. “I’m sorry to hear that.” She shot me a look over her shoulder. “Are you?” I didn’t answer. What could I say? That I’d kidnapped their novice, seduced her, and now had her stashed on my private island while the FBI combed the city for her? That