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One Of Nickolas' Girls: Part 8

Nickolas held Patrice in his arms. His beautiful icy blue eyes gazed upon her, "Ty krasivaja," he said in Russian, which means you're beautiful. She hugged him tightly. "Tonight, you'll stay with me, zolotse (darling)."

They went to his room. He had a large king-sized bed with towering head and footboards. His room smelled like lavender and jasmine, which were two of Patrice's favorite fragrances.

He took her into the bathroom and started the shower, "After you, zolotse," he said. She stepped inside and felt the warmth of the water against her skin. Nickolas got in behind her and showered kisses on her shoulders. She enjoyed the sensation of his lips and his fingers as he strummed her clit. She pressed her body into him and moaned.

She turned to him, "May I touch you?"

For the first time, she witnessed his smile. A soft sweet smile. She smiled placed her hands on the sides of his face and kissed him. As they were under the water kissing, Nickolas's cock came alive. He grinned, "I don't know what it is about you, Patrice."

He pressed her into the wall and lifted her leg then penetrated, "Ahhhhhh," she moaned as his cock filled her, "Oh my god," she whined. He grunted with each thrust and kept his eyes locked on hers. He meant to fuck the defiance out of her.

"I promise you, after a week with me, you'll see, I'm all you'll need."

"Yes, sir."

"You like being my little cunt?"

"Yes, sir."

He slowed and sucked her tits as he humped. "Oh god, oh god, yes!" she belted out as her body shook, "Fuck, oooh."

He took pleasure in how she melted into him, "Soon. You'll see, I'm the only thing you will ever need." He humped faster and tensed up, "Fuck!" he said as his cock erupted inside of her.

Their lips touched. Soon after, they cleaned up and went to bed.

Nickolas lay next to Patrice. She smiled. He smiled, "You're in a good mood."

"You smiled today. You have a beautiful smile."

"You think so."

She nodded and snuggled next to him. He was attractive. He had even modeled as a teenager before moving to the United States. He had a ridiculous amount of money from his inheritance. He didn't need to work. He had several silent partnerships in businesses around the world that supplied him with ample cash.

He mainly loved travel and fucking.

"What did you call me earlier?" she asked.

"Zoloste. It's Russian. It means my darling."

"That's sweet."

"You can call me zaichonok."

"And what is that?"

"Bunny." And he wasn't called bunny because he was soft or cuddly. He was called bunny because he liked to fuck and fucked often. Inessa another woman that lived in the house was the only other woman that could keep up with him sexually, but he wasn't attracted to her. Her disposition was often unpleasant.

She giggled.

"But only when we're alone in this room. Call me, sir when we're in the basement or front of the others."

"You mean Julie?"

"Yes."

That's what he said, but there was more than just Julie, which Patrice would find out later. She had fallen asleep. Nickolas was still half-awake when he heard a knock. He got up and walked to the door, it opened and there was Inessa. She had been with him since her family sent her to live in the U.S. two years ago. She was the daughter of his mother's friend back in Russia.