Ring.
A pause.
Three more rings of his doorbell followed after.
Nikolas, who’d just had his shower and was in nothing but a loose pair of sweatpants, walked past the living room, a bit of droplets of water dripping from his wet hair.
Who was at his door at this hour? It was almost ten in the evening and besides the rain outside was too heavy.
And how did they even co up to the hundredth floor? He was sure it wasn’t Lucian. The man would have said if he intended to visit him.
Standing at the door, the system read his entire silhouette, and upon confirmation, the door clicked unlocked.
He grabbed the handle, opening the door.
A pair of bright hazel eyes locked with his, jade white teeth dug into the bottom lip, and face flushed a bit.
"Viviana?" Nikolas blinked rapidly. The last person he would have expected at the door of the king en suit was Viviana. His wife. Moreso that she was in a short thin lining red night dress, that made his blood rush frantically through his body.
"Aren’t you going to let in?" She asked, with eyes narrowed at him. "Or do you have soone here and you don’t want to see?"
Nikolas swallowed. He grabbed her hand and pulled her in, shutting and locking the door. "What are you trying to do, Viviana?" he asked, voice vibrating with a tint of panic.
She knew what she was doing to him. But she played innocent, frowning. "What do you an? Have I done anything?" She shoved him aside and proceeded to explore into the living room.
"Oh, the king en suit is far better than I expected," saying so, she plopped into one of the large sofas, crossing her legs. The gesture further pulled the dress up her milky thighs.
And it didn’t go unnoticed. Nikolas saw and he didn’t look away, asking, "What are you trying to do, Viviana?" His voice was gravelly from sothing far from innocent.
She tilted her head, her hair pouring over. With a bored expression, she scrutinized him, shrugging. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."
Her eyes dropped to his hips, and imdiately amusent flashed on her face. She pointed "Look at that. Your little guy is putting on a show." She was taunting him. She was playing around with him and oh, it sure was working, because that sweatpants was hiding nothing.
She knew what she could do to him and she was taking full advantage of it as if she were trying to...
"Are you trying to torture ?" He questioned, narrowing his eyes. "What did I do? Is it because I said you were a terrible kisser?" Now, it was his turn.
And sure enough, she didn’t find it funny.
"Say that again," she dared him, jackknifing off the couch to her feet.
He grinned. "Why? What are you going to do to if I do?"
Viviana pressed her lips together, now standing in his space. He was provoking her and it was working, because she’d reached up, grabbing his hair and reducing his height to hers.
They stared at each other, face to face.
"You ca here to torture , didn’t ?" Nikolas asked, running his tongue in the inside of his cheek. "That’s why you’re like that." He lowered his gaze to her fra, eyes growing hooded. "It’s really working. I feel tortured and it’s taking everything in not to touch you."
Viviana scoffed, letting go. "Have a goodnight, Nikolas." She turned away from him, walking off to his door. But he was behind her in seconds, grabbing and slamming her back into his solid fra. He lowered his head to whisper, saying, "You can’t do this to ."
"Nikolas, let go."
"Why? It’s not fair. You co up here and make like this. But then you proceed to leave now, to leave like this. That’s wicked of you."
She snickered, but grabbed at his wrist. "I didn’t do anything to you. Now let go of before I bite you."
"You didn’t do anything to , really?"
Her body went still. She could feel the entire length of him, a gratifying flush rising all over her face. "I—that’s not—"
He grasped her wrist, pulled her along with him into his bedroom where he tossed her into the bed. She blinked up at him, breath hitching as he got above her.
Her throat worked in a swallow.
"Won’t you tell to stop?" He asked. "Tell to stop, and I will."
Viviana licked her bottom lips. She didn’t say a word, but instead, grabbed at the back of her head and took his mouth in a deep kiss. When she broke off for air, she glared at him, "Still think I’m a bad kisser, huh?"
Nikolas smirked, face growing in a large grin. "I was ssing around with you sweetheart. You are far too easy to provoke."
He ran a hand up her shoulder to grab at the nape of her neck. And then he went down on her, kissing her, much roughly, intimately, possessively, passionately, in every way possible. And Viviana took all of it with the very sa vigor.
Using his free hand, grabbed one of her legs, spreading it further apart to properly settle in between her. Then he ran his hands up her thigh, only to pause. He dilated his pupils a little bit before he grinned, narrowing his eyes. "You little devil of a woman."
"You ca here in nothing. Why? To tempt ?"
She scoffed at him. "You flatter yourself."
"You are very wicked. And I will make you pay for what you’ve done to tonight." He descended on her shoulder, kissing, biting, bruising her skin with pretty hickeys.
Viviana was breathing heavily. But she completely forgot how to breathe the second he sucked her nipple through her dress. A sound fell out of her and she laced her fingers through his hair, gripping.
"Nikolas—I—wait—" She writhed as he bit down and then resud sucking, driving her mad.
"You’ve made a mad man," he said, pulling back. "Why did you really co up here, wife?" he asked, unbothering to take the dress off. Instead he tore it off which made Viviana glare at him.
"You know you could have just taken it off? Do you have a thing for tearing clothes?"
"Maybe I do? Don’t bury my questions now."
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