Chapter 50 Falling for his touch

Chapter 50 Falling for his touch
KAITLYN

My body is on fire as we deepen the kiss. He rubs my cheeks fondly and cups my face into his hands as he sucks ferociously on my lower lip.

A gasp escapes my throat again as he rubs his hand against the folds of flesh between my thighs.

I moan again and tighten my grip around him.

He breaks the kiss but keeps rubbing my clit slowly.

“Do you want to feel what it means to moan my name out loud under me?" He whispers into my ear as he bends over to my neck.

I should say no, but instead I moan.

The pace of his finger rubbing my cunt increases, and so does the flow of juices down my thighs.

I throw my head back and sink my nails into his large muscles, parting my lips as my eyes roll up.

I feel his hot breath caress my bare neck as he trails kisses over my face and neck, groaning in a low tone.

His hands grip my ass, and he jerks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his hardness right against my covered cunt. The only thing separating my cunt from him is the fucking thin wet fabric.

“Oh, fuck!" I moan loudly, unable to hold in the pleasure in me.

I begin to move my hip in slow circles, rubbing my cunt over his hardness.

I moan again and grip him tighter, gasping.

Just a mere touch of his lips and hands on my body is almost driving me crazy, making stars blow up in front of my eyes.

Damn! From the bulge in his pants, I can tell how large it is in there.

I almost deep my hand into his pants as the ecstasy rages through me, but his soft bite at my neck stops me.

I moan out again and throw my head back, gripping his collar while whimpering in delight and pleasure.

“You want more?" He whispers, and I moan out in response.

“Say no, Kait, say no!" The little voice in my head screams out the warning, but I refuse to listen. I am too clouded in pleasure and lust for him that I can't think about anything else. About the love I have for Jaden, about the hate I have for Nikolai, and the reason I'm standing right here, in his arms, wet with his kisses and shamelessly dripping for his touch and thrust.

Yes, I agree, I'm fucking shameless. So shameless that I'm dying in pleasure in the hands of a murderer. My lover's brother.

I moan out again when he flicks his finger over my fold.

My body jerks, my cunt throb even harder and a hot wave courses through my body in response to that tricky touch.

“Do it again,” I find myself whispering against his ear.

He groans lightly and sneaks his fingers into my panties.

My legs shake in ecstasy, and my cunt constricts the closer he gets to it.

Just as he is about to dip his fingers into my dripping hole, his phone buzzes, and an annoying ringtone cuts through our heavy breathing.

He curses loudly and withdraws his hand, then takes a step away from me after putting me down. As he lets go of my waist, my wobbly legs give way to the ground, but he is fast enough to catch me before my body hits the ground.

My heart flips as his large arms wrap around me protectively, pressing my body against him while he pulls out his phone to answer the damn call.

I remain in his arms, my face buried in his large chest, unable to move because of my wobbly legs that will definitely send me to the ground again if I should move an inch away from him.

“What's going on, Casper?" He asks in a rugged voice, filled with anger and impatience.

“Sir, you need to come to the base right now!" The caller panics from the other end.

I tilt my head to the side, curious about what this is all about.

“Why?" He snorts, his face filled with disgust and rage.

“Our goods are missing. I think Giovanni has a hand in the disappearance," the caller replies.

"That bastard!” Nikolai groused, seething in anger.

My curiosity is heightening, and I can't help but lean in more for the conversation. I am sure it is the same person who kidnapped me.

I can feel his bulge against my crotch when I lean in, but I don't care. I need to know who this Giovanni is.

“I'll be there," Nikolai ends the call, and I straighten up, clearing my throat and acting like I heard nothing.

His eyes soften when they fall on me again.

“Mi amor," he calls, and I look up at him.

He wraps his hand around my chin, bending close till our noses touch.

“I have work to take care of…” he pauses and runs his eyes through my face, searching for any shift in my expression.

“When I return, we'll pick up from where we left," he whispers.

Unlike a few minutes ago, I didn't feel the ecstasy or excitement I felt when he whispered those words to me.

Instead, my stomach churns in disgust.

“In your dreams," I rasp out.

He frowns, and my heart skips a beat. I hope he won't force me into his bed with these words.

“Just get ready tonight," he says, his lips stretching into a smile. The frown has disappeared faster than it came. One will think he never frowned at my words a few seconds ago.

He lets go of me, his eyes fixed on my legs.

“I can stand now!” I snap in defence.

He looks up at me and smirks, nodding his head before moving for the door.

He stops in his tracks and turns his neck back. My chest tightens as I stare at him. What does he want now?

“Tell the butler to get a condom, I don't love it raw yet," he mutters and disappears through the door.

I release a breath I didn't know I was holding, then slump down to the ground.

Guilt engulfs me as the flashes of that moment come hunting my mind.

How could I be so stupid as to let him enchant me with his touch?

I am supposed to kill him, not give in to him.

My trembling hand moves to my lips and touches them. My heart clenches at how swollen it is.

“What have you done, Kaitlyn?" I whisper to myself, run my hand through my hair, and sigh in disappointment.

I slowly get up from the floor and begin to limp into the bathroom to wash off the feel of his touch on my body.

I pause when I turn my head to the side and catch my reflection in the mirror.

My face is flushed, and my lips are swollen.

I can see marks of his bite on my neck.

“Bastard!" I whisper in anger as I run my hand over the hickey on my neck.

I sigh and shake my head, then turn towards the bathroom.

My phone buzzes on the table, forcing me to stop again. I glance at the phone and quickly reach for it when I see a message pop up.

It might be from Jesse or Ana.

My hope disappears when an unknown number appears instead.

I tap on the message, and my throat knots as I read the words displayed on my screen.

“Would you love to join Giovanni?"