Chapter 48: Chapter: 48

ANDREA

I had been moaning with every deep thrust of his fingers, my body firing up with lust, his filthy words igniting me more. I could feel my wetness dripping down my thighs. I'm going to come any second now, my walls are clenching and fluttering. Then his questions registered.

He knows!

I choked on air. My breath froze in my lungs. Nononononono. God, no! This can't be happening, not again.

“Nick! Wait…Please!”

When I finally got my breath back, I panicked and tried to scramble away from him. Not that I could with my hands behind my back and his hand firmly on my hip, he wrenches me back, impaling me on his cock so deep without warning, I scream.

I was so torn between my panic and the orgasm coming, screaming both in pleasure and panicked as the unstoppable orgasm barreled through me, my body trembled with the intensity, my pussy was clenching his cock so hard.

I thought he wouldn't hold out for long. The evil jerk chuckled darkly as I moaned and writhed beneath him. He withdrew, uncuffed my hands, and flipped me over before I could do anything; his hips spread my legs wider, before he plunged right back in.

In an ominous voice, he fired question after question.“Did you think I wasn't going to find out that you knew my wife? Hmm Andrea?” he growled.

“Was she the one who sent you? Did she pay you to whore yourself to me?”

“Please… Nick, wait,” I gasp, he pulled out, thrusted back in.

“How much? Fifty thousand? Hundred? Half a million?” With every question, he thrust deeper and harder.

My neurons are frying up with the confusing feeling in my brain. Torn between pleasure, fear, and panic. I couldn't utter a single full sentence to save my life.

His cold eyes pinned me in place while he plundered my body with deep thrusts, which only added to my confusion. My dumb body mistook the mixed signals, my pussy becoming even wetter than before.

“I hope she'd paid you well, because I'm going to fuck you all night long, hard. Sleep, then do it all over again. I want to feel you come for me, Andrea, want to feel you squeeze my cock, milking me,” he snarled.

“Begging for me to give you the high only I can, I'm going to fucked you until I fuck all my wife's money's worth, then I want you to remember how hard I took you while you're meeting her.” I sobbed, moaned, whimpered, and tried to scramble out under him.

“No, please…Nick, let….let me explain.” Nick abruptly pulled out before he could come, his cock gleaming with my wetness. His eyes were cold, but hooded.

“I don't care for your explanations right now, Andrea. You've got so many chances to come clean, but you choose not to. As you can see, I'm busy now. Don't worry, we'll have enough time to chat later.”

Oh God! That's only if I survived this fucking.

My eyes well up. I'm helpless to do anything. I'm vulnerable and completely at his mercy. What would Nick do to me? To Jules? Now that he's found out everything? What would happen to us?

But he couldn't have known, maybe he just suspected? Maybe I could convince him we didn't know each other.

Would he believe me? I hope so, besides, what kind of man thinks his wife would send him a whore? But then that's exactly what Jules had done, right? Only I wasn't anyone's whore. Am his though, right?

Fuck! What would happen to me? To us? If Nick didn't believe me, would he forgive us? I don't think so.

Nick is not the forgiving type; he'd said so himself. He's going to punish us; he might even change his mind and kill me. Or torture me. I can't take any more of his kind of torture. I have no choice other than to confess everything.

Immediately, tears rolled down my cheeks, and I sobbed, then helplessly moaned. When Nick thrust in long fingers inside me deep, I push my hips to match his thrusting. My body is really his. I can't control my reactions, even as I panic inside, I'm also begging for release from him.

He's messed me up. He pulled his fingers out, just when I was so close to coming, I whimpered, which only made him chuckle darkly.

I watched him lick my juices from his fingers, it only made me wetter. My eyes fluttered closed. I heard him tear something crinkling. I suspected he was smoothing on a new condom, clutching my hips with both hands, and in one hard stroke, he thrusted deep inside me. His hands pinned mine down.

Nick kissed me long and hard until I opened for him and surrendered to his kisses. He took away his mouth, his tongue darted out and licked my falling tears. I clamp my eyes even harder, afraid to stare into his. Nick is tearing me apart. This man is the devil; the man frightened me.

“Look at me.” I shake my head.

“Now, Andrea.”

My eyes sprang open, he rammed his cock deep and ground it, I gasped, his lips quirked.

“When I said I'm going to own you, I meant body and soul. You belong to me.” Tears kept leaking out of my eyes. What have I gotten myself into?

He held my eyes captive as he rode me, with a few more deep plunges, I came with a shudder. For only God knows how many times, I've seriously lost count, our eyes still connected. Nick leaned close and kissed my forehead.

Then he continued thrusting inside me like a man possessed. He finally came with a groan and collapsed beside me, pulling me to him. He'd already made his mark; he made sure I would feel him inside me tomorrow and the days to come.

Before I passed out, my last thought was that I knew the time for truth had finally come.

NICKLAUS

I took a fortifying drink of my scotch as I watched the Vixen sleeping on my bed. I'd put her through a wringer tonight, with the sexual torture, the interrogation, and the fucking, she's going to be sore in the morning.

I'm also tired, sated but tired. I've never been this hungry for anyone, never had sexual satisfaction as I have with her.

Instead of my lust for her dwindling, it's only magnifying, which is dangerous not only for me but also for my goals.

I glance at all the files and pictures I have of the suspects behind Meredith's kidnapping. The theory I have is plausible, and the only way to find out the truth as early as possible is with Andrea's help.

It's time I had a little heart-to-heart with my Vixen. She's going to be pissed off when she finds out that she has been a pawn.

The betrayal will hurt greatly. Andrea is a good person, naive and too trusting, yes, but she's one of a kind, she has a good heart, and she's loyal.

Juliette, that heartless, manipulative bitch had counted on that; she had exploited it. Not that I was any better.

At first, I wanted to give Andrea a taste of her medicine, play her right back, and show her who's the master of this game. But I got addicted, and I now can't let her go, not yet.

She's mine for the next few months. I've never wanted to own someone as much as I do her.

When it comes to her, I'm always thinking with my cock instead of my brain. And it's fucking making me angry. I value control above all else in my life. Having full control of my impulses is something I'd achieve with years and years of practice.

When you've been in a situation like mine, then and only then do you appreciate what it means to have free will. It took me years to wrench back control of my life. I swore then that I would never let anyone control me in any way or form.

But all of a sudden, a Vixen with strawberry blonde hair and body made for sin came crashing into my life and is even now trying to wreak havoc with my tightly crafted control. That would not do.

I remember how panicked she became when I questioned her about Juliette sending her to me. Of course, I already knew that, I'm just surprised that Juliette would go that far, knowing how very jealous and territorial she can be. This only convinces me more. That there's more that has escaped even my eyes.

The Vixen in my bed stirred, moaning before her emerald green eyes sprang open. She glanced at her side, where I should have been sleeping, when she didn't see me.

Her hand reached out to touch the empty space, her cheeks heated, I'm sure with remembrance. I felt my cock jerk. Then she said something ridiculous and so damn funny that if I were anyone else, I might have burst into laughter.

“I suspected he was an incubus; now I know he was.”

“Am I really?” I rasped, amused.

She startled and squeaked, her eyes wide, trying to find me in the dark room. I had been sitting in the corner near the sliding door to the terrace, on one of the two chairs there, since 2 am.

I stood up to stop her from panicking. When she saw me, her breath hitched, her pupils dilated. I was completely naked, my cock already hardening, for her. I swallowed the last of my scotch and placed the glass on the table. Then I walk to her without an ounce of shame.

She was a sight to behold. Andrea McCain is a beautiful woman, prim and proper, but Andrea McCain fucked, sleepy with tousled hair and naked is fucking gorgeous. I wanted in her tight cunt, right fucking now, but we have other, more pressing matters to discuss.

I crawled up the bed and over her, until she leaned back on her elbows and stared into my eyes, my hips between her spread thighs, my hard cock arrowing at her pussy with only a sheet between us.

“Whatever gave you the idea that I was an incubus Vixen?” she bit those luscious lips, her breath coming in short puffs.

“I…I didn't know you were awake.” Her chest rose and fell, then the sheets covering her slipped down and exposed her full, delicious breast; her nipples were hard and tight little pearls, and my mouth waters.

“Hmm.” I suddenly wasn't interested in knowing why she thought I was an incubus. I lowered my head and captured her lips in an open-mouthed wet kiss. I groaned when she opened up to accept me.

That only encouraged and made me even harder. My cock was rock hard. But I reined in my lust. And pulled from the kiss and the temptation that was Andrea McCain.

“We need to talk.” She bites her lip, tucks her hair behind her ears, and replies with a nod.

“I know.” She looks frightened, her beautiful green eyes wide in her heart-shaped face.

“But first, give me a minute, I'm coming.”

I walked into the bathroom, blocked the drain, then opened the faucet. I let it fill the bath, then added some bath salts and oils before returning to the room.

Andrea was still sitting in the bed where I left, she had begun to fidget the way she did when she's nervous. I yanked away the duvet covers, picked her up, and started back to the bathroom with her in my arms.

“No, wait, Nick, you said we were going to talk?”

“We will. Right after this.”

I deposited her into the full bathtub. She gasped; her eyes immediately fluttered closed. The water was hot and would ease her achy body. I went in after her, sitting behind her, her luscious ass against my hardened cock. I used my hands to wash her, running my fingers gently over her body.

Comforting her with light kisses and soft touches, I know my appetite is not normal, especially when it comes to her. She's the first woman who has truly sated me and even knows I want more of her.

She was a little tense and nervous about our upcoming conversation, but she relaxed under my expert ministration, letting me take care of her, a first for me.

Afterwards, I dried our bodies and wrapped a towel around Andrea. I carried her out of the bathroom, and I noticed how her breath hitches whenever I pick her up. I turned to bring her a shirt from my closet, but her words stopped me.

“Nicklaus, please let's just talk already, you're making me anxious.” I glanced back at her. She was having difficulty breathing, her eyes were wide and fearful, and she was close to panicking.

“Alright, come here.”

“Sit down.” I directed her to my earlier seat before she woke up. After she sat down, I went to the bar and started pouring a drink into two glasses, then decided to take the whole bottle along.

Soon, I joined her after giving her one of the glasses. Andrea gulped the wine in one go. I grinned, then sobered up and showed her a picture from last year.

“Do you remember this moment or the place?” She took the picture and stared at it, her brows pulled together in a frown; her hair had dried and was a beautiful curly mass.

I wanted to bunch it and kissed away the crease between her brows, kissed her until her eyes dilated with the need to have me inside her.

“This looks like Alice's place, the restaurants…” Her voice cut through my obsessive thoughts.

“The restaurants you worked at when you were between jobs down in Brooklyn, before you started working in Mont's Bridal, right?” I finished for her. She quickly lifted her eyes from staring at the picture and glanced at me.

“Right, but how did you know about Alice's restaurant?”

“Later, we'll talk about that. First things first.” I slide another picture in front of her, blocking the other person's face.

“And this?”

“Is this a trick question? It's Jules, right?” I take off the hand blocking the other face in the photo.

“No tricks , do you remember this?” I asked.

“Wait! Is….is that me? And Jules? I don't remember taking this.” She snatched the picture from me and stared at it with wide eyes.