บททั้งหมดของ Nikolai’s Tainted Nun: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Chapter 88⟿❂⟾Nikolai⟿❂⟾"What does she want?" I asked Viktor, shelving the inevitable confrontation with Sylvia for later. If Agnes had Maria's phone, we had far more pressing concerns."She's demanding to speak with you directly," Viktor replied, his expression grim. "She says it's urgent and private.""Put her through," I said immediately, jaw set.Viktor pulled a tablet from his jacket and tapped the screen a few times before handing it to me. "She's waiting."I took the tablet and accepted the call, feeling Sylvia tense beside me.Agnes's bitchy voice filled the line. "Mr. Gianni," she purred, her voice as dry and brittle as dead leaves. "How kind of you to take my call. I do hope I'm not disturbing your convalescence.""Sister Agnes," I replied coolly. "This is an unexpected pleasure. To what do I owe this surprise?""Oh, I think you know exactly why I'm calling, Mr. Gianni. Or should I address you as Nikolai? We are, after all, about to become so much more... intimately acqua

Chapter 90 ⟿❂⟾ Sylvia ⟿❂⟾ The door closed behind him with a soft click that somehow felt more final than if he had slammed it, the quiet finality of it ringing in my ears. Viktor followed. I stood frozen in place, my hands trembling at my sides. My faith had taken something from me? My memories? How dare he weaponize my past, or lack thereof, against me? A scream built in my throat, but I swallowed it down. I wasn't going to give him something he could use as further evidence of my instability. I moved to the bathroom like a woman possessed, yanking the sweater over my head with such force that I heard the fabric tear. My leggings followed, everything discarded in a trail across the floor, abandoned without a second thought, as I positioned myself in front of the full-length mirror. The woman staring back at me was the same one I'd seen every other day, except with more emotions. Pale skin flushed with anger. Wild eyes rimmed with unshed tears. Messy bun from where his hand h

Chapter 92 ⟿❂⟾ Sylvia ⟿❂⟾ "Do you always rescue suicidal strangers?" I asked during the drive. Camille glanced at me, her lips curving into a half-smile. "Only the interesting ones." I looked down at my bandaged hand. The makeshift wrapping had soaked through completely now, the blood darkening to a rusty brown. "I'm not sure 'interesting' is the right word. 'Unstable' might be more accurate." "Unstable is just interesting with higher stakes," she replied, smoothly taking a turn. "Besides, I don't think you're unstable. Lost, maybe. But who isn't these days?" The casual way she dismissed my obvious mental break made me wonder about her own experiences. What had she seen or lived through that made my cliff-side breakdown seem unremarkable? We pulled into an underground parking garage beneath a sleek high-rise building. "Home sweet home," Camille announced as she parked. "At least for now." "You don't sound particularly attached," I observed. She shrugged. "I move around a lo

Chapter 94 ⟿❂⟾ Nikolai ⟿❂⟾ "Twenty-four hours," I said, my voice cold as ice as the front door clicked shut. "That's how long you've been gone."The whiskey in my glass caught the morning light, my third drink since dawn. I'd been nursing this particular glass for hours, unwilling to dull my senses while she was out there. The ashtray before me overflowed with cigarette butts, even the one between my fingers had burned down to the filter, forgotten in my vigil.Despite Dr. Weiss’ explicit orders against drinking with my medication, I didn't give a fuck. The fucking infection could take me for all I cared.I was fully dressed, jacket and all, despite my injuries. Ready to go after her myself if I had to. When Sylvia stepped into the living room, she froze like prey that had just scented the predator. Her eyes widened at the sight of me waiting for her, the perfect deer caught in headlights. The red dress she wore barely covered her ass, the neckline plunging obscenely low. Her h

Chapter 96⟿❂⟾Nikolai⟿❂⟾My hand slid between her thighs to find her already wet—soaking, in fact. “Look at you," I taunted, circling her clit with my thumb while two fingers pushed inside her without warning. "Your body knows who it belongs to, even if your mind forgets."She cried out, her back arching as I curled my fingers inside her, finding that spot that made her tremble. "Nikolai—""Did you think of this when you left?" I whispered harshly in her ear, as I added a third finger. First time. She whimpered at the roughness. “Did you hope those strangers would fuck you like this? Did you imagine their hands on you instead of mine?""No," she sounded horrified but her hips moved in rhythm with my hand. "Only you. It's only ever been you."I withdrew my fingers suddenly, leaving her whimpering at the loss. "Prove it," I commanded. "Unzip my pants. Take what you want."Her hands fumbled at my belt, her movements clumsy. When she finally freed my cock, her eyes widened slightly—alw