One hundred and fifty-eight

Talia's POV:

I glared at him defiantly, doing my best to ignore the threat of his rock-hard erection pressing against my entrance. Only his jeans and my flimsy underwear separated us now, and I knew Nicholas could get rid of these barriers in a heartbeat. 

The only obstacle to him fucking me right now—and the one I was counting on—was the fact that we were in full view of all the guards and whoever else happened to be strolling by the house at this particular moment. Exhibitionism was not Nicholas's thing—he was too possessive for that—and I felt reasonably certain he won't take me out in the open like this. He may do other things to me, but I was safe from sexual punishment for now.