Chapter 44: Chapter: 44

ANDREA

My eyes locked with his deep blue eyes, I melted away, and forgot everything and everyone. When he was away, I thought that now that I knew how heartless he is, my body wouldn't respond to him. That I would find him repulsive, but I was wrong, so wrong.

I didn't know why his kisses had power over me. Or why I melt when I'm in his embrace. Or why I forget everything when he touches me. I wish I had the answers, but I don't.

Nick brought his mouth close to mine, his soft lips brushing mine, his eyes roaming all over my face.

He's watching my reactions to him, my breath is shallow, my eyes heavily lidded, and I'm burning up with a lust so strong I feel like I would die if he didn't kiss me.

I reach up my shaking hands and slip my fingers into his dark hair; it's extremely soft. I cup the back of his nape, pulling him towards me, lifting on my toes and touching my lips to his in invitation.

I don't know what I was doing, I'm not thinking, only doing what my heart tells me to, and what feels good. And this feels so good.

He groaned and accepted my invitation, smothering my lips in an all-consuming kiss that made my knees weak.

He parted my lips, dipped his tongue into my mouth, our tongues twined, and I'm lost in feelings. I take back every kiss I've ever had; those weren't kisses, this here, right now is a kiss.

This is how a kiss should be, like a really great sex, because that's what Nick is doing, sexing my mouth just as he had my pussy three days ago, when he'd destroyed me probably for other men.

Nicklaus had unleashed something in me that day. I don't know what it was, but I'm going to find out. He is my first; I don't have any experience when it comes to sex, and I don't know if I would be able to feel this way with others.

And right now, I really don't want to imagine myself with anyone but him, Nick. Nick has set the bar pretty high. Tears prick my eyes when I think of the end of whatever this was.

Because I know it will end, he's only using me as his toy. He's a married man with a wife and daughter.

I'm only his whore. But for how long? He'd promised to let me go after six months. But why should I believe him? I don't really know what he's playing at, but men like him see everything as a game.

The real question is what will become of me when he's done playing his dangerous game?

Nick is cold, dark, and heartless, and doesn't care if he hurts anyone, that much I know. He'd killed a man in front of me. Okay, I didn't really see him pull the trigger, but I've heard the gunshot, and I've also seen what he did to the man.

The injuries he'd inflicted. The way he beats him to a bloody pulp, not to mention he'd also choked and starved me.

That thought made me pull back. I was horrified at my behavior. I'm really a horrible person, I must be, to be attracted to a killer, to a man who had tortured me. Nick let me go, just as I knew he was going to let me go when he was finally done with me.

When he'd take, take, and take until there's not much of me left. I felt disgusted with my behavior. I'm never like this. Never.

Nick looked at me, and I knew he knew what made me pull back. What's making me try to harden my heart before I commit the greatest mistake of falling in love with him, a murderer! I should never forget that.

I regret coming into his life when I shouldn't have, now I'm stuck here with my heart and body on the line.

Since the incident with Luke, I've become more careful; I'm not impulsive. I do things after thinking through the pros and cons. But this time, I hadn't; my desperation had clouded my judgment.

Nick watches me without saying a word, stripping me of my clothes leisurely, one piece after the other, until I stand before him, much like the first time, completely naked.

Then he gets in the now-full bath and lifts me into it as well. The water is hot and soapy, relaxing even, and smells of him. I sigh when the heat of the water wraps around me, relaxing my stiff muscles.

Nick pulled me to sit in front of him, leaning on his chest, my hair wet from the middle downward. I could feel his hard length between us, but we both ignored it.

“You've told me the consequences of what would happen to me if I had refused your deal. But you never told me what would happen to me when your wife finally found out that you are keeping your whore in the penthouse in your building?”

I asked bitterly, because the question has been eating at me for days. I haven't talked to Jules; she didn't know about my situation. How everything we had planned has gone to hell.

“I don't want to talk about her.” His voice was hard. He's wetting my hair, scooping water with his large hands, and pouring it over my head. Then he added shampoo.

“When will I go back to work?” I tried to shake away the calm, sublime feeling his fingers on my scalp were creating.

“I haven't decided,” he replied warningly. But I didn't get the message. This is something serious, I just can't keep silent about it just because he owns me. I couldn't let it go.

“I know I've already signed the contract, but I can't just stay in your apartment until after the six months and not work. Not everyone is a billionaire. I still need to work, so I can have something to fall back on when all this is over.”

Nicklaus yanked my hair back mercilessly until my neck was bare to him; his eyes were blazing. With the angle he'd bent my neck, it was hurting. I bite my lips to prevent myself from crying out.

“Shut the fuck up, Andrea.” I wisely clamped my mouth shut; he relaxed his hold and continued washing my hair when he was done.

He lathered the sponge in his hands with body wash and began running it over my arms and shoulders, down my stomach, and up. I tried once again.

“Nick, please, I can't …oh!”

Nick thumbed my suds-covered nipples, rolling and pinching the tight bud, then he reached his other hand between my thighs without any preamble. He thrust two long fingers inside and curled them. I whimper, my toes curl.