(NIKOLAI)
I climbed the stairs and strode into the office. Massimo and Vito were both there and they looked up from their phones when I walked inside.
I ignored their shocked expressions.
I understood their concern. I wasn't sure what the fuck was happening with me, either. I felt confused and angry and on the edge of my sanity. Sex with Dasha had been better than I expected—but that still didn't explain the affection I showed her afterward, foolishly kissing and praising her like a lover.
She was no doubt laughing at me down there, pleased at what an idiot I'd become for her. Thinking her magic pussy made me weak, that she could control me with her tight cunt and little gasps.
The worst part? I wasn't sure she couldn't.
Weak and tired, I had crawled into my bed with her last night, needing to feel her soft skin against me again as I slept. She had cuddled close to me, sighing in her sleep, and the darkness in my head had receded for a short while.
It infuriated me.
