All Chapters of Nikolai’s Tainted Nun : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 79 ⟿❂⟾ Sylvia ⟿❂⟾ For some reason, I was very nervous today. Luigi had driven me here in relative silence, his eyes occasionally flicking to mine in the rearview mirror with an expression I couldn't quite read. Concern? Fear? Whatever it was, he kept it to himself. "I'll wait outside," Luigi said as we approached the entrance to the women's health clinic. "Nikolai instructed me to stay close, but..." he trailed off, clearly uncomfortable with the nature of my appointment. "It's fine," I assured him. "I shouldn't be long." The waiting room was half-full, women of various ages flipping through outdated magazines or staring at their phones. I approached the reception desk and gave my name in a low voice. "Ah, yes, Miss Sylvia," the receptionist said, typing something into her computer. "First time visit for contraceptive consultation, correct?" I nodded, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. This whole situation was weirdly embarrassing—discussing birth control options when I

Chapter 81 ⟿❂⟾ Sylvia ⟿❂⟾ I'd been sitting on the same plush sofa for over three hours, Fur's heavy head resting on my lap as I absently stroked behind his ears. The dog had been my only constant companion since we returned from the clinic. Luigi had barely spoken two words to me before disappearing into his makeshift workstation, hunched over his laptop with such intense focus that I hadn't dared interrupt. Whatever ‘a lot’ entailed had transformed the normally composed man into a bundle of tense energy. And Nikolai... he hadn't come home at all. "He said he'd be back yesterday," I whispered to Fur, who looked up at me with soulful eyes. "What do you think happened?" The dog whined softly, like he understood my concern. My arm still ached dully where the implant had been inserted, a small reality check to how thoroughly I'd committed to this new life. I'd chosen long-term contraception because I believed in a long-term future with Nikolai. The irony of that. Fur’s head

Chapter 83 ⟿❂⟾ Sylvia ⟿❂⟾ Nikolai rewarded me by thrusting forward in one powerful stroke, filling me completely to the hilt. I cried out, both in blissful pain and pleasure, then braced myself against the tiles as he pulled out and thrusted in again. “Oh, God—it hurts so fucking…!” His response was to push my head down and jut my hip up to meet the next thrust, then he set a punishing rhythm, each thrust pushing me slightly up the wall before his grip on my hips pulled me back to meet the next one. "You feel so good," he growled, one hand slid around to massage my breast, pinching the nipple just hard enough to make me gasp. "So fucking tight." That was accompanied by a single slap to my ass cheeks. Then he squeezed roughly. Three more slaps followed. Rest assured his palm would be marked there, but the vibration. Fuck—the sensation made me want to combust. "You deserve this," he hissed. “You sound so good, so fucking good, Sister." His words, crude as they

Chapter 85 ⟿❂⟾ Nikolai ⟿❂⟾ I could feel Sylvia's eyes burning into my back as I left the medical suite, but there was no time for further arguments. The situation had escalated beyond what I'd anticipated, and so had my headache. I pulled out my phone and dialed Viktor’s number as soon as I entered my study and closed the door behind me. He answered on the first ring. "I heard there were complications." "Word travels fast," I remarked dryly, pouring myself a glass of whiskey. It was too early for a drink, but fuck it. "The girl nearly died." "Is that why you're calling at four in the morning?" "No." I took a sip and let the burn steady my thoughts against the better judgment of my headache. "I need you to bring Maria over." A long pause. "Over there, like there?” “Yes.” I replied. “Here.” “Are you being serious?" "What do you think?” I scoffed. "What does this have to do with the girl?" Viktor's voice was cautious, probing. "Everything." I moved to the window and distr

Chapter 87 ⟿❂⟾ Nikolai ⟿❂⟾ "We're not finished discussing—the stuff," I called after Luigi. He paused at the threshold, glancing nervously at Sylvia, who was setting the tray on a table by the window. "Later," he promised, and vanished. Sylvia turned to me, her expression curious. "What stuff?" "Later," I echoed Luigi, unwilling to dive into that particular hornets' nest just yet. "What've you got there?" She wheeled the table over to the bed. "Chicken soup," she announced, as though presenting a gourmet feast. "Homemade, not bought." Despite my dying pride, I felt a smile tugging at my lips. "Are you returning the favor?" She cocked her head innocently. "What favor?" "The soup. That night, I bought you chicken soup I promised to be a pro at making.” She laughed softly. "I hadn't even made that connection. But yes, I suppose I am. Though mine is better than that deli swill." "Bold claim," I remarked, eyeing the steaming bowl. It did smell incredible. Sylvia pulled up the