All Chapters of Under her skirt: The last Kiss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Stepping out of the private jet, I inhaled deeply. Italy smelled fresh, warm air brushed my skin, and my hair whipped across my face from the breeze. “Home sweet home,” Red beamed behind me. Technically, we were both Italian, well, she was. I was half-Russian, half-Italian. Madam Santos’ underground estate was tucked away on a remote Swiss island, far from chaos. We didn’t get to leave often, unless it was for a mission or high-stakes work. “Come on,” I said playfully. “We’ve got a party to crash.” Red rolled her eyes and sauntered past me toward the sleek black SUV waiting for us. We were driven straight to the villa Madam Santos had prepared, lavish, discreet, and crawling with hidden security. ~ A few hours later, I stood in front of a mirror, adjusting the golden tiger mask on Red’s face. “I think the tiger works better for me,” she said matter-of-factly, admiring herself. “It does. Now go get dressed. I’m tired of you flashing me… those pair of wonders” I smirked.

Anastasia’s POV I stepped outside, heels clicking softly as the black Maybach pulled up like a silent predator. I caught a glimpse of him,Nikolaus,on a call, his back turned. “Hey,” I said, forcing the air from my lungs as I approached. He turned, and for the first time in years, I saw his face without a mask. Sharp green eyes. Long lashes, those freaking lashes I used to envy. A snake tattoo his neck. A faint scar curved over his left brow Well… that’s new. Was this man handcrafted by God himself, or was I just being a dangerously horny bitch? “Hello, little red,” he said, voice smooth but laced with something sinister. “You look beautiful tonight.” He handed me a bouquet of red roses. Tulips are my favorite. I chuckled, accepting them. “You don’t strike me as a flower guy.” “I’m not. I’m into rare things. Like you.” He said casually. A smile crept onto my lips despite myself. Atleast he is smooth with words. “Let’s get going.” ~ The fair smelled like spun

Anastasia’s POV: “How the hell did he fall, Lizzie?” Growling in frustration Nik asked as Mark was being loaded into an ambulance. Nik growled, frustration bleeding through his voice as Mark was loaded into the ambulance. “How the hell am I supposed to know, Nik?” Lizzie said, her voice shaking as her eyes were glossy with unshed tears. “I remember grabbing my things to leave when I heard a loud thud. He fell down the stairs.” “Maybe he tripped,” I muttered casually, and both Nik and Lizzie turned their worried eyes on me. “Cazzo,” Nik cursed under his breath in Italian, running his hand through his hair. “Come on, we need to get to the hospital,” Lizzie said as she picked up her daughter and headed for her car. “Come on, let’s go to the hospital,” Lizzie said, scooping up her daughter and rushing to her car. “You’re coming with me,” Nik muttered without looking at me. I followed him quietly and I slid into the car seat beside him. He didn’t utter another word to me during

Nikolaus’s POV: Gently placing her down on the bed back at my villa, I sat beside her. She looked so damn peaceful. Like the world didn’t matter. Like nothing we’ve done or said had ever touched her. But reality… reality would eventually shatter that illusion. Her lips were still bloodied from earlier,evidence of that kiss. My fingers drifted toward them, brushing the swelling. I bit my own lip, the same spot where her teeth had sunk into me. That kiss,hell, it was war. She kissed me like she wanted me. Bit me like she hated me. And melted like she needed me. I don’t even know what to do with that. But I know one thing,she’s mine now. “How can someone be this fucking annoying and addictive?” I muttered under my breath, eyes never leaving her. There is just something about her I can’t shake. Something twisted. Dangerous. And I want to keep her. Protect her,from her father, maybe. But not from me. No… never from me. She doesn’t want to be safe anyway. She wants to be ruined. A

Anastasia’s POV: As soon as he walked away, I pulled out my phone. Nik looked like hell. Tired. Ragged. Haunted. That’s what happens to madmen,no peace for the wicked, right? Chuckling softly to myself, I opened a new message from Red. It was encrypted, of course. She never sends anything in plain text. Red: They found the footage of our little auction stunt. No wonder your boy’s on edge. I smirked. “You’ve got no idea what you just walked into, Nikoclaus,” With a little help from one of the girls at base, I’d already hacked into the hospital surveillance,especially the room where Mark was being kept. He was improving. Responding to treatment. Damn it. I’d only meant to make him dizzy, trip him up… but now, seeing how fast he was recovering? I’d need to go harder. Another message pinged. Red: You’ll have to kill him. Me: Nik’s watching me like a hawk. You might have to take this one. Red: Fine. But don’t beg me to save a slice for you. Chuckling, I locked the screen an