Dirty blood

Nicolai swung his fists on top of his head before driving them straight on either side of the annoying little thing.

She just had to ruin it. Here he was craving and aching for more of her touch and taste while this woman remained as stubborn as a rock. She was actually going to call him something really rude, wasn't she?

He glared down at her, and it brought a hint of satisfaction as she stumbled and looked at him with confusion written on her face. The haze in her eyes was gone and replaced with wariness as she eyed him.

"It seems like you seem to have forgotten your place, Miss Harlow," Nicolai stated in a cold voice as he reached out and then clasped her jaw tightly with his fingers. "I was the one who helped you when you needed but do not forget that I am still your creditor, if you dare to call me any names you shouldn't, I will fuck your world up. Capice?"