Chapter 40 In Bed With A Pretender
Chapter 40 In Bed With A Pretender
Nikolai:
The night’s cool air hit us as we stepped out of the event hall, the sound of music and laughter fading behind the doors. Jasmine's hand was warm in mine. Her mask was dangling from her fingers and mine was already off, tossed into my pocket. Her gown clung to her curves, and the slit up her thigh was teasing me with every step she took. It made it impossible to think straight. I couldn't wait another second.
Our black SUV waited at the side, my driver stepping out with a curt nod immediately he sighted us. "Home, sir?"
I pulled open the back door, guiding Jasmine inside first. As soon as the door clicked shut and the engine started, I pulled her closer, crashing my lips against hers, hungry, still tasting the champagne on her lips. She moaned into the kiss, her fingers tugging at my bowtie, yanking it free.
"Nikolai," she gasped, sitting with her legs wide apart on my lap as the car drove away. Her dress went up, exposing her lace panties that I shoved aside without a warning. I took off my trousers, thrusting up into her. She moaned while digging her nails into my shoulders, the car rocking subtly with our rhythm. The partition was up, our privacy was assured, but the thrill of motion, of being driven through the city while I fucked her senseless, made it dirtier.
I gripped her hips, pounding upward, her breasts spilling from her bodice as she rode me hard. Her walls clenched around me, wet and tight, and I bit her neck to muffle her screams as she came, shattering against me. I followed seconds later, spilling deep inside her with a groan.
“We still have plan B back at the house, right?” I asked, panting.
“Yeah, we do.” She replied, panting as we both straightened our clothes just as the car slowed at the mansion gates. The driver said nothing when we got out of the car, disheveled and flushed.
But Matthew on the other hand, who was just coming out from the entrance, just had to…
“You two look like you had a lot of fun,” he teased.
“Shut up, Mat,” I joked, and Jasmine chuckled. Then I turned to her, telling her to wait for me in my bedroom upstairs.
As she left, I slapped her right butt cheek, biting my lip, I’m anticipation. Once she was out of sight, I turned to face Matthew.
“What the hell are you doing, Nik?” He asked, confused.
“I don’t know.” I confessed. I couldn’t even keep eye contact with him. I just had sex with the very person I had sworn to kill in order to avenge my parents.
“She lied to you about who she was. Don, she is a Vorn. They killed your mother, your father is comatose because of them. Do something. It’s either her… or your family’s legacy.”
As I went upstairs to my bedroom, Matthew’s words rang in my ears. “It’s either her or your family’s legacy.” But as I opened the door to see Jasmine laying sideways seductively on my bed, waiting obediently for me, I chose her.
I stripped her gown off like it offended me, revealing her naked body in the moonlight that filtered through the windows, her full breasts, taut nipples, the curve of her waist leading to hips made for my hands. She pushed me onto the massive bed, climbing over me to suck my cock back to life, her tongue swirling around the head, taking me deep until I hit the back of her throat. I grabbed her hair, fucking her mouth before flipping her onto her back.
I devoured her then, licking her pussy until she writhed, until she buried her fingers in my hair, begging. Then I took her every way: missionary, deep and slow to feel every inch; her on top, grinding her clit against me; from behind, her ass high as I slapped it red and pulled her hair.
We did it all, her riding my face, me fingering her ass while thrusting into her pussy, toys from the nightstand drawer vibrating against her clit until she squirted for the first time, soaking the sheets. We did it all like this was the last time we were ever going to see each other again.
Then we collapsed onto the bed, both sweat-slicked, and exhausted. She curled into my arms, her head on my chest, and her legs tangled with mine. Her breathing slowed, and in the quiet, she whispered, "I love you so much, Nikolai."
The words surprised me. Jasmine rarely said those words, let alone “so much”. Part of me wanted to roar it back, to claim her completely. But the truth clawed at me, her family. They killed my mother in cold blood, left my father comatose in that hospital bed, tubes snaking from his broken body. Revenge had been my fuel for years, and now? This woman in my arms, the one who made me feel alive... she was their blood. How could I say it? How could I not? I stared at the ceiling, heart pounding, the words stuck in my throat.
Finally, after an eternity, I murmured, "I love you too, Jasmine."
But there was silence. Her chest rose and fell evenly, she was already asleep, her lashes fanned against her cheeks, peaceful.
“Goodnight, baby girl.” I whispered, closing my eyes.
When morning came, I woke to find myself alone. The sheets were cold where she'd been. The bed was empty, her clothes gone from the floor.
“Jasmine?" I called out, my voice echoing throughout my room. I searched around, the bathroom was empty, the closet untouched. Downstairs, I asked every single staff where Jasmine was, but nothing. I checked the gardens, nothing. She was gone. Jasmine was gone.