Chapter 43: Chapter: 43

ANDREA

My heart beat a staccato; at the same time, my stomach dropped when his cold eyes fell on me. The last time I'd set my eyes on him was days ago when he ordered that I'd better not try to leave, promise to fuck me when he gets back, kiss me, then left.

The instant he strolled inside, the penthouse suddenly felt minuscule.

He's not the biggest man I've ever seen, but Nicklaus Montgomery has a tendency to dominate his surroundings.

With his cold, hard stare, he'd make even a giant quake in his presence.

His dangerous aura just screamed, ‘Come close, and I'll crush you like a bug, and I'm pretty sure he's done that before, and crushed his competitors into smithereens.

He's also done it in front of me to make me fear him. He's dark. This man, who had starved me for days, beaten a man bloody, chopped off his hands, and also shot him. I don't really know Nicklaus at all.

One thing I do know is that I don't ever want to be his enemy.

A man like him had to be merciless in order to build a reputation for himself and be the ruthless billionaire he is now. That ruthlessness made people both respect, admire, and fear him.

To women, this only made him irresistible. Add in his magnetism, dark sensuality, and you've got a man who's not only irresistible, but dangerous to the women population.

I have seen firsthand how the women stare at and gravitate towards him when we traveled to Australia, and when I first went to their home during the Christmas party.

Jules had invited all the company employees as well. I remembered the first time I saw him. This tall, dark angel is standing alone on the balcony of his house with a glass in his hand.

His coat was off, his crisp white shirt was stark against the night, and his gray necktie was loose. The few buttons of his shirt were undone. It was a fantasy I'd never known I had, come to life.

I'm ashamed to admit that I might have pictured him pinning me to the wall, kissing and devouring me, right there on their balcony, and when I saw his eyes clearly for the first time, I thought they were cold.

So cold they reminded me of Antarctica, but it didn't detract from his beauty, only added to it. I was grateful that mind-reading isn't really a thing; Jules would have thrown me out of their home.

When she'd finally see the dirty things my mind is conjuring while I eye fuck her husband. That was before I knew he was hers, and I, at least, was subtle about it.

Or I believe I was in comparison to the other women who kept throwing him open invitations with their lusty eyes.

Seeing that had sobered me up pretty quickly. What's wrong with me? I thought at the time, this is my boss's husband, and even if he wasn't. I didn't stand a chance with him; he and I came from entirely different worlds. I'm an average woman from Missouri.

While he's an elegant billionaire, with the world at the tip of his finger, and who probably has dozens of equally sophisticated women throw themselves all over him every day of the week.

With that reminder in mind, I hide everything I was feeling for a strange man I've only just met. A stranger whose dark eyes seemed to stir some inexplicable emotions in me. That was a little over two months ago.

I never thought a day would come when I'd be caught in this mess. I should never have agreed to Jules, no matter how much Jericho threatened me.

But I have ignored all the warning bells in my head, which is the reason why I'm in the clutches of a dangerous man.

A man who I'm terrified of, but who also made my blood sing, and body so wet, just by looking at his mouth, knowing what that hard-looking, yet soft to the touch, mouth can do to drive a woman out of her mind. With an orgasm so strong it robs her of all thoughts.

“Andrea, come here.”

My name on his lips and that deep rumbling voice pulled me from my inner monologue, and I realized I've been caught staring at his mouth, remembering how hard he made me come with his tongue.

From the dark, amused look in his eyes, I know he knew. My cheeks heated. I'm pretty sure I look like a ripe tomato. His mouth quirked up slightly in almost a smile, but it was gone so fast I doubt it.

This jerk wouldn't be laughing at the recently-virgin girl he'd deflower. Or would he? That would make him human, but Nicklaus Montgomery is a demon. He started to loosen his necktie.

“Come, Andrea, I hate repeating myself. I'm exhausted from working for days on end, without sleeping and eating properly, and I desperately need to shower and eat something. And not necessarily in that order.” I straighten up, confused

“I'm not stopping you. You go right ahead and have a shower. What does that have to do with me?” I reply sassily. He abruptly pulled me towards him.

I gasp when my body connects with his broad chest, my palm flat on his white shirt. I tentatively feel him up; he's so hard.

“Make me something, something that won't take long.” That statement brings me out of my reverie. I pulled away from him.

“I don't know how to cook.” I lied. He arched his brow, and his cold eyes narrowed.

“Make me a sandwich then. Make two, you also need to eat.”

“I don't know how to make a sandwich, and I just ate.”

“No, you didn't. Marta called and told me. You haven't been eating the food she'd been leaving for you for three days now.” I took several steps away from him. Angry that I'm being gossiped about.

“Oh, is that why she's here, to keep tabs on me, report what I do and didn't do? What's this jail? Am I a prisoner now? Do you intend to lock me up forever?” He takes a step closer, his eyes cold, his voice dominant.

“No, not forever, but until you finally get it through your brain that you are mine now and I expect obedience from you. Pet!” My eyes blaze with indignation.

“I'm no one's pet, nor will I ever be. I don't know what kind of shitty kink you're into, and I don't care. Next, you'll be telling me to call you sir or master,” I taunted. His eyes darkened and became even colder.

“I'm going to say this only once, I don't care what you call me, I'm not one of those people who need to be called master before I could get my rocks off. But I would do whatever I want with you and to you. Obey and enjoy the pleasure only I can give you.

Disobey, and you'll face punishments. You signed a deal. I expect nothing but complete obedience from you. You eat, sleep, sit, and crawl when I fucking say it.

Not eating when you've been given food is disobedience, and yes, Marta is here to fucking keep an eye on you, clean the house, and feed you. Now get your ass inside the kitchen and make us both a sandwich, before you pissed me off.”

“I'm not a fucking child, I'm a grown ass woman.”

“Then act-fucking-like it, being an adult means taking responsibility for your actions, little girl.”

“Asshole.”

“You said something?” his voice was dangerously low.

“I didn't say anything.”

“Good, now move that your perky ass before I spank you. Don't think I didn't hear what you said. You're going to pay for that later.” I hated that I cowered when he used that dominant voice.

I went into the open, large kitchen with angry strides. I opened the double-door refrigerator and started bringing out the lasagna Marta had made in the afternoon.

I decided to bring it out and warm it. I almost jumped out of my skin when I closed the fridge and saw Nick close to me. He took the white bread and mayo from my hand and put them back in the fridge. The mayo he kept on the counter.

Then he brought out a whole-wheat bread and placed it on the counter, with mozzarella cheese, chicken breasts, fresh tomatoes, lettuce, and other ingredients. I stupidly stared at him.

“Sit, I will make it.” I gladly let him. He washed his hands under the running water, then started making the sandwich, stir-frying the chicken breasts, adding grated cheese, chopping up tomatoes and lettuce, etc. A mouthwatering smell suddenly filled the space.

His eyes fell on the lasagna I brought out. He put it back in the fridge, then placed everything on two plates after he was done. He took two glasses, poured two fingers of wine, and placed one in front of me. I was mesmerized by the way he does everything swiftly and neatly.

“Eat,” he ordered when I stared at him for too long.

“Thank you.” he only nodded.

Nicklaus was a contradiction. The more time I spent with him, the more I realized I didn't understand him at all, and maybe I never will.

We ate right there in the kitchen in comfortable silence. The mixture of tomatoes, cheese, and mayo with chicken made me almost moan. I didn't realize I was really hungry until I took my first bite. I was surprised when I found my hand empty, I washed down the sandwich with my wine.

Then I collected his empty plate. After I rinsed and washed the plates we used, I turned to leave before he could demand something of me.

“Andrea, come take a shower with me.” My step faltered.

“I already bathed.” He was suddenly there, right behind me, his large hands on my hips. My body instantly came to life, heating with dread and anticipation. He was running his nose on my neck, his tongue darting out to lick behind my ears. I trembled.

“I need you to wash me; it wasn't a request.” He rasped, his voice deep and husky. Something low in my stomach twisted, and I gulped loudly.

“But I….” Before I could finish my sentence, he'd already begun to move, and he'd automatically pulled me up the stairs with him to his huge bedroom.

“What? I can't, you should, this is…” I gulped in breath and finally said something that actually makes sense.

“You definitely don't need me to wash you; you've been doing a splendid job for years all by your lonesome.” He released my hand and chuckled darkly when we finally entered the massive bathroom.

With a shower enclosure, a power jet, a big bath that could take three grown men, metal steps, shelves at the far end, and rolls of white towels. This was the second time I had seen his luxurious bathroom; the first time, I didn't want to remember. My apartment could fit in, and there'll still be space left over.

He opened the faucets and let the water fill the bath while he started stripping out of his clothes. I blush hard, my stomach knots nervously, and I avert my gaze, my heart beating hard in my chest. I've made love to this man.

No. Not made love. I've had hot, mind-numbing sex with this man, and still I feel shy towards him. I was startled when he reached out and began to unbutton my shirt.

“You're cute, when you blush, Andrea. Do you still feel shy? When I had sucked, licked, and fucked you? while you scream and beg me for more?” He lifts my chin to look into his dark eyes, and our eyes lock.