Nikki
My eyes flutter open, the room around me is dark and I feel the soft silk sheets glide over my naked body as I try to turn, but I feel resistance around my wrists. That's weird.
Kian's warm spicy scent fills the room and his even, deep breaths tell me he is fast asleep next to me.
Wait? I'm naked? And he is right next to me?!
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Kian"Fuck." I curse under my breath and leap over to her.There has already pooled a lot of blood between her legs, and more is still streaming down the bite wound. Her sunshine complexion is fading fast, leaving a sickening grayish tone on her beautiful face.How stupid can I be to lose sight on her wounds. To get so damn distracted by raging jealousy when I heard his name. It's a rookie mistake, and Hella, I am no rookie.
Nikki "Eehm... a devil? Have you smoked something?" I cock an eyebrow and study Cloé. She still sits eyelevel with me and wears a concerned expression on her face. "Goddess, I wish I had. You house a Baatezu, one of the ruling devils of The Nine Hells of Baator. I think I even know which one. When you shared your mind, she spoke in Arabic. She said; Princess of Egypt, finally we meet again. My family shares a history with Fierna, wife of Asmodeus and ruler of Nessus." Cloé says. I feel
KianLuuk and I drive down the road. We are on our way to meet with David Fisher, an old family friend. He wants to open a new club in Haarlem and as always that's got to go through me. Nothing happens in my kingdom without my knowledge andapproval.I gaze out the window while Luuk steers the car- we took the Porsche for the occasion- over the highway. He prefers this particular ride, and I am happy to let him use it. I got too many cars anyway, the time and days I went to the track and raced are over now.
Nikki Aine takes a dress out of my closet, a happy smile on her face as she presents it to me. "I think he will die a little if you wear this tonight." She chirps happily. I can't say she is wrong though. The dress in her hands is a silk red body con with a corset bodice. It's sin on a hanger, and when I think back to the phone-call with Kian this is perfect. He sounded so goddamn sexy. His voice was hoarse and breathy, and I swear I heard him lick his lips when I picked up the phone.
Nikki I glance in the bathroom mirror from the restaurant we are currently having dinner at. Gently, I touch the bruises on my throat. I can still feel his fingers wrapped around my throat, squeezing it tight and fucking me into oblivion. God, that felt good. I study the slowly darkening marks and cover them up with a bit of powder. Although I don't mind how rough Kian got, I am not really jumping at the opportunity to show a stranger. People might misread it as abuse and call the cops
Kian "Come on man! Live a little, let’s go to Red and Black!" Luuk slams his arm down around my shoulder, raising his glass of whiskey to the air, like he wants to give it a high five. He looks at me expectantly, impatient and cocky. "We haven’t been out in ages; I'm beginning to think my brother lost his taste for intoxicated blood." He continues. The fucker is getting on my nerves more and more. Grunting, I push him away. "Get the fuck off me, Luuk."
Nikki - 2,5 months later I glance at my watch, counting the minutes until my shift ends and I can go home to check on my father. His mental health always plunges into the deep end around this time of year, when my mother left the both of us so many years ago. ‘Twelve more minutes.’ I think as I start cleaning up the table from the costumers that just paid and left the little coffee shop I work at. It's a cute little place and I am happy I got a half decent job. My mind drifts back to m
Nikki I walk outside and pick up the phone. A sense of worry now edging the otherwise fun night I am having. "Dad, what's up?" "Bafy, Caan you coome hoome flease. I need you to coome hoome bafy." My father answers, slurring his words and I can practically smell the alcohol through the phone. I’m getting sick and tired of havin