Chapter 83: Chapter: 83

ANDREA

All the breath in my lungs left my chest in a deflating whoosh. Suddenly, my heart stopped beating, I couldn't breathe, couldn't move or do anything, only stared at the devil, who had stolen my heart and messed with my head. The man who had invaded my sleep, destroyed my peace of mind, and had…had.

I couldn't bring myself to end that thought. I still haven't come to terms with my new reality. I know I couldn't avoid it for much longer; sooner rather than later, I will have to make a choice. I will have to face it.

Dressed in an all-black custom-made suit, the suit couldn't hide his tall, muscular frame, which I personally know hid his hard, sleek, and deliciously smooth inked muscles all over with a few scars here and there, which didn't detract from his gorgeousness, only added to it—he stood a couple of stairs below me.

Nicklaus

No! He's Ombra!

The man to whom I had given my virginity willingly, but had also lost my heart bit by bit. The man whom I thought was Nicklaus Montgomery, but was not.

I know now that his name, Ombra, as Giulia had told me, meant 'shadow' in a whispered tone. Like she was afraid someone might hear her.

He looks even taller and bigger than I remember; his eyes were still that deep, dark ocean blue, and so fucking cold. His beautiful mouth was hard.

His hair is longer, that silky soft hair I've clutched, ran my fingers through the times he let my hands free while he kissed, devoured, and fuck me until I was a glob of goo.

I had an instant itch to touch it again, to sift my fingers through his hair while I licked his bow-shaped mouth like candy. I fisted my hand to curb that urge fast.

He was also rocking a thin beard, with sideburns and a thin mustache, the complete works, if possible, the man looks even hotter and more gorgeous than I remember.

Hotter than the sun and so fucking magnetic, every part of my body was vibrating, rearing to run to him and feel those rough hands touch and stroke me.

My nipples were straining hard against my dress, my stomach clenched and unclenched repeatedly. At the same time, wetness trickled out of me, dampening my panties. It was like he had a remote to every nerve ending in my body, and he could ignite me with just a look.

My skin was hypersensitive and pulled tight. There's a chance he could stroke me with a single finger, and I would detonate right there in front of everyone. A part of me wanted so badly to test it out to see if he could make me come just like that.

But I didn't move a muscle, too shocked and overwhelmed to see him here. He also watched me with that beautiful, hard face, revealing nothing, unlike me. I didn't need a mirror to know the myriad of emotions I'm displaying on my face right now.

Confusion, love, hate, anger, dread, fear, and lust, the latter of which I was trying so fucking hard to hide. All these conflicting emotions whirling inside me froze me to my spot on the stairs, that was until I saw him move, first a step, then another, and another.

He was only a few steps away from me when I finally got my faculty in check, then I was sprinting away from him, walking back upstairs fast, almost running, not even sure of where I was going. I only know that I had to go away, put distance between us, before I do something extremely stupid like jumping him right there and kissing the hell out of him.

Or slapped him and asked why he made me sign that damn contract, which was the reason I was kidnapped. Blinded by my need to escape him, I didn't realize he was right behind me until after I ran into my room and went to close the door; his hand slapped against the door, stopping me from slamming the door in his face.

He pushed his way into the room, as if he owned it, making me take a few steps back. Then he shut the door, and a second later I heard a click that signified he'd also locked it.

“What are you…”

I never got the chance to complete that sentence, because that's when he slammed my back against the door and crashed his mouth on mine—kissing me so hungry and savagely that my knees instantly became weak. My hands sought for purchase but only found him, Ombra.

I kissed him back with that same hunger and eagerness. The instant I opened my mouth for him, he quickly snatched my tongue, sucking it and twining it with his own. He kissed me thoroughly, perfectly in that way only he knows how.

His hand dove under my dress, stroked my thighs, and forced his hands between them. A moment later, my panties pinched my skin as they pulled against my flesh when he yanked and tore them from my body. I gasped in shock.

Not a second later, his whole palm cupped my wet core in his hand, then he plunged two long fingers into my tight walls. He thrust once, twice, then stopped and pulled his mouth away. I whimper, not wanting the pleasure to end. My body was shaking with the need to orgasm. I wanted him to keep thrusting his fingers. To make me come.

“No, please…I need to. God! Nicklaus, I need,” I begged, I was so fucking horny it hurts.

“My Vixen! Tell me, what do you need?” he rasped, making goosebumps spread on my skin, as he kept nipping and biting my neck, dragging his mouth over my heated flesh, as I shook in his arms against the door.

“Need you, God, I need…need.”

“This?” he asks wickedly, curling his long fingers deep inside my pussy, I moan, my toes curling and digging into the darkwood as pleasure crashes through me. He pulls out and then plunges back in, again and again, and more wetness floods out of me. Sweet baby Jesus! I missed him, I fucking miss his fingers! That fast, I was about to come.

“Yes!” I choke out, in an unrecognized voice filled with lust.

“You don't fucking deserve an orgasm, Vixen!” he growled, suddenly stopping.

“No! No, please, I I I need to…”

“Andrea!”

His deep, husky voice calling my name whipped me back to my senses, as if I'd been doused with freezing cold water. I blinked, finally coming out of my lust-induced insanity. What the fuck were you thinking, Andrea? Kissing the man who is the reason you were kidnapped, a man who has a reputation for being a merciless killer, what have I done?

I tried to push him away so I could escape or put distance between us. But Ombra was like a freaking building; instead of moving away, he moved even closer and ground his fingers deep inside me, making me whimper, his palm cupping my pussy entirely. I bit my lip so hard I almost tasted blood, all to keep the moan that wanted to escape hidden.

“Let me go! Just leave me the fuck alone, get out of my life, and keep your friends or whoever the fuck away from me!” I gritted out as coldly as I could muster in that situation.

Which is pathetic considering I sounded like I was on the edge of a powerful orgasm. Ombra cold eyes darken, that arrogant brow arched in that familiar way.

“Is that what you really want? Do you think I will allow you to run from me? I will punish you for that later. Now, do you have any idea what you have done?” he sounded so fucking angry, his eyes were blazing and glaring at me, which was a frightening thing. Nicklaus is never angry.

Cold-hearted, manipulative, calculative, and ruthless, yes! But never angry, the man values control above all else. I always doubt he has a heart deep inside that cold exterior, but seeing him like this, I didn't know what to think or how to react.

But it seems my body still hasn't got the memo because when his thumb ghosted over my clit my sex clenched, milking his fingers. His eyes went all heavy-lidded, and he gritted his teeth.

“What are you talking about? What did I do? In case you haven't noticed, I was kidnapped, I didn't do anything!” I somehow managed to say, even as he kept stroking my clit, I saw his eyes had hooded, he'd felt my pussy clenched for him, and he liked it.

“You have been a bad girl, Andrea, running away from me? Now that's foolish, and because of your stupid decision, I have to leave everything and save you from your own stupidity. Do you have any idea the situation you have put us both in?” his deep voice growled low in my ears, making my nipples tighten and scrape against the wall that was his chest.

“Call me stupid if you want, but I did regret nothing, only that I got caught. I did what I thought was best for me. You're dangerous to my life, Nick… no! I can't even call you that! You are Ombra, a kil,” I tremble and almost sob out loud when he stops stroking my clit right when I was about to come.

“This killer is the only one that can save your life, babygirl. I suggest you shut your mouth and listen to me right now. What have you told them about us?” he replied, staring at my mouth like he wanted to devour me, again. I want him to, I lick my lips, my eyes are probably wild, they feel heavy to me.

“Nothing! They didn't ask me anything, they seem to know a lot though,” I whisper, my eyes straying down between us.

He was rock hard, his massive hard length digging into my stomach, the only barrier, our clothes. His cock was thick and heavy, and made my mouth water knowing how veiny it is and how he tasted. My dumb body trembles, my core moistening even more than it already is, in preparation for his claim.

He'd always have that effect on me, and I know he always will. No matter what my brain says, my body will always belong to him.

“Did you let anyone touch what's mine? Did you let anyone touch this pussy?” He cupped my sex even tighter in his palm possessively, his deep, menacing voice growling low in my ears before he bit the sensitive flesh, making me gasp. His growling had made my nipples tight and achy as they scraped against my dress. The question was sudden and unexpected.

Pinned against the door as I was, I couldn't help but be hit with deja vu. We'd been here like this, almost in the same circumstance, only instead of being plastered to a headboard. I’m now plastered against the door of my prison room. I tried to push and twist away from him.

“Fucking answer my question, Andrea!” he ordered harshly before stroking me once, twice, and a third time. A low keening moan escaped from my throat and stumbled out of my lips as pleasure coursed through every nerve. My face heated with shame. I need to be strong.

“I owe you nothing; it's my body, and I could do whatever the hell I want with it,” I mouthed off. I was shocked by my newfound courage.

“Wrong fucking answer!” he drawls before yanking and tearing down my dress, his hot mouth wrapped around one of my tight nipples, sucks, then he bit me. I screamed as pain and pleasure sent mixed signals to my brain.

My back arched in surrender, my free hand grabbed his hair. He groaned and kept sucking both my nipples, first one, then the other. I whimpered and moaned; the pleasure was too much. Just then, someone started banging on the door hard.

“Go the fuck away!” He lets my nipple out with a pop and shouts, then he wraps his mouth around the abused nipple again. Oh god! Too much!