Chapter 72: Chapter: 72

ANDREA

I gasped and arched my back as teeth grazed over my nipple before that talented mouth latched on to it and sucked deep. I writhed, moaning as waves of pleasure coursed through me and went straight to my clit. Nicklaus let's my nipple go with a loud pop and captured the other one giving it equal treatment.

I whimpered when he took his mouth away, my eyes fluttering open to find a naked and very aroused Nicklaus going down between my legs. I'd missed this, missed him. Since that night in his family mansion we haven't been intimate. God! I can't believe that was four days ago.

“Open your legs for me, Vixen,” he drawled sexily.

I did. Nicklaus didn't go for broke; he didn't drive his tongue into my pussy and eat me out like he was hungry, as he normally does. No, he took his time spreading my wet folds with two fingers just for his eyes.

I tremble when his exhale ghost over my pussy, Nick lapped at my opening, slowly licking me, sipping my wetness before it even trickled out of me. I moaned loudly. He dipped just the tip of his tongue inside me, teasing me. I moaned and writhed, lifting my hips for more.

“Stay still. Or I won't let you come, Andrea.”

“Nicklaus, please, I…I can't…it feels so good.”

He nuzzled my pussy with his mouth and nose. I moaned and writhed. Nicklaus glared at me with his hooded eyes,his hands stretched out across my belly pinching and rolling my nipples.

The pleasure was just too much, but the look in his eyes said he would pin me down and tie me up, and he would enjoy that.

“Fuck! Stay. Still. Be good, Vixen, and afterwards I will give you what you need, or do I have to tie you up?” God! No. I shake my head.

“No, I'll be good.”

“We'll see about that.”

Nick went back to licking me, his hands wrapped around my thighs, his dark head buried between my thighs, he kept circling my opening with his tongue before driving it inside, then he would suck, do it again, circle, lick, suck.

I was going crazy with need, I'd embarrassingly gone from moaning to cries and sobs.

The evil jerk was French kissing my pussy, and I was forced to stay still, because writhing would get me tied up and only God knows what Nick would do then.

Not that he couldn't change his mind and do what he wants, even if I'm silent as a church mouse. My thighs shook violently around his head.

“Nick, please…I need to come, I need to move,” I begged, almost sobbing. He lifted his head, his chin, mouth, and nose wet with my juices.

“No moving, not yet.”

He dove back in and clamped his lips around my clit, then sucked hard. I jerk as a scream rips from my throat. My body shook from my orgasm. Nicklaus crawled up my body, chest to chest, while I was still writhing from the coming. His hand reached between us and guided his thick, hard cock to my opening.

He pushed only the crown, his eyes locked with mine, his hands reached out and entwined with my own pinned on my sides, then he surged. Plunging deep in one hard stroke, I gasped that the few days he'd not been inside me had made me forget what a tight fit we were; it burns. But I could take it. I miss his cock stretching me and the feeling of fullness I feel.

His mouth finds mine, kissing me, sucking on my tongue. I kissed him back eagerly, tasting myself on his tongue. Nick stirred his cock inside me. He groaned, I moaned. He slowly withdrew, then thrust back in, in and out again. Dragging his hard, thick length against my tight walls, it was slow and deep and so good.

The feeling of his body pinning mine, my legs wrapped around his lean hips, thrusting inside me, the glide of our sweaty bodies against each other was sublime and so intimate I felt like something intense was happening like something had changed between us.

When I finally came with a silent cry, I clutched Nicklaus to me, shuddering, my pussy clenching and milking his cock. With a few thrusts, he groaned and came, jerking and spurting hot cum inside my pussy.

Afterwards, Nicklaus slumped on my body, hugging and nuzzling my neck. He finally kissed my hair, withdrew from my body, and rolled over, then he pulled me to him.

His hands stroked my back as we came down from our high. We didn't talk; didn't need to. The silence wasn't oppressive; it was comfortable, actually kinda nice.

I had to get up and pee, though when I came back, I put on his discarded shirt I found on the ground. Nick opened up his arms, and I willingly went and lay down on his chest, my leg over his thigh, while his hand gripped my ass.

It's been three days since everything went down. We'd just come back from the Hamptons this morning. Nicklaus had left afterward, and I got tired of waiting for him and finally went to bed.

We'd left Meredith there recuperating from her ordeals. I could see that just being with her family for two days had made a vast difference in her appearance and mental well-being.

I know it would be a long time before she would be back to normal again. With a lot of love, care, patience, and therapy, Meredith will get better. She had to.

She has many people who care deeply about her. Nicklaus had assigned two bodyguards he had handpicked himself to protect her.

Lara, on the other hand, is a mess; she's enraged. I knew if Jules weren't dead, Lara would have probably ended her life.

Unfortunately for her, Jake had run away when he saw Crow and Lexi. Right now Lara has filed an annulment for their marriage and knowing her, I have no doubt she will get what she wants.

Now I only need to talk to Nicklaus, while things have changed on my end. I still can't let that stop me from gaining my freedom. I want to go back to work.

Do all the things I wanted to do. I have money, dirty money, yes. But I've worked hard for them. Tomorrow we will talk. I yawn, closing my eyes.

I couldn't be sure what woke me up; maybe it was thirst or my bladder, probably both. I walked out of my room after a quick stop in the ensuite bathroom to relieve my full bladder.

The lights had been switched off, though it was the end of spring, and sometimes the nights were cold.

Dressed only in Nicklaus’ button-down shirt that was large on my small frame, I shivered when a slight breeze blew towards me.

My steps were light as I walked into the open plan kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water. I squeezed the cap and swallowed down a few mouthfuls, quenching my thirst.

I knew the instant something changed, my body tense with fear and trepidation, a moment before a knife jammed at my sides, not stabbing but poking at me.

My stomach sank with dread. Jake has finally come to end me and Nicklaus is nowhere to save me.

I never thought this was how my life would end. God! I have so many things I haven't seen, so many things I haven't done. I just started feeling something for my captor, and it's going to end before I even know where it will take us.

“Turn around nice and slow and walk towards the door.” I startled when, instead of Jake's voice, I heard a woman's voice. I tried to glance back.

“Keep your eyes in the front.” My brows scrunched; there's a slight tremor in her voice. I swallowed and began to walk with her close behind me.

“Listen, if you could please put down the knife, we could talk. I could help you. Just…just tell me what you want.”

“To get the fuck out of this place, that's what, now move. You must know the door's password. I want you to open it for me.”

“What do you mean? How did you get inside if you don't know the password?” I asked, now a few steps away from the entrance to the penthouse.

“Kidnapped and brought here weeks ago and locked up. Open this damn door fast, do it.” My heart sank with dread. I have been living in the same place with this woman, and I didn't even know she was here.

Is she the one who had been leaving dirty plates in the kitchen when I came back here the first week after I signed the contract? Oh my God! Nicklaus had kidnapped a woman. Swiftly, I punched in the password.

Then, opened the door for her, and she quickly took a step back. That's when I saw her, she's a tall and curvy woman dressed in maroon scrubs.

Her features aren't completely clear due to the fact the penthouse was dark. But I could make out a few things.

She didn't look like she'd been tortured or starved, which I was relieved to know, just worn out like someone who hadn't been sleeping. I could also see that she has blue eyes—that kept shifting, like she expected someone to jump out at her at any moment.

“Why didn't I ever see you or hear you?” I asked, brows scrunched.

She shrugged. “Lock up, remember, and I was being watched by a guard with a gun.” I inhale sharply, still so shocked.

“Listen, I'm sorry I held a knife to you. But if I were you, I'd get the fuck outta here. Your lover is a scary mother fucker also it's better you pretend you didn't see me.” Then she just ran out like the hounds of hell were after her.

I stared after her for a few seconds until she got into the elevator and disappeared from my eyes. I went back to the bedroom in a daze. Still trying to make sense of what I heard and saw.