Chapter 7 Chapter Seven
Nikolai’s POV
"Please... Please don't stop me... I beg you..." Her voice came out low as her eyes moved to mine. She was crying, and I didn't even know what she was begging for. Was it for me to touch her or not? Whatever it was I couldn't bring myself to touch her. Not that I didn't find her appealing or that she was off-limits, but because she was too delicate to be treated like trash. Her delicate and beautiful face was now dull with helplessness and despair.
I withdraw slowly from her. I couldn't bring myself to touch her at this point; the drugs were what were making her act this way. "You would be fine..." I murmured, caressing her face, as I reached for my pocket where my phone was, I dialed Matteo's number. Immediately, I got through to Matteo; his voice came out desperately.
"Hey bro, where are you? You disappeared from the party, and your dad is practically looking for you. When he arrived here a few hours ago. Where are you?"
I sighed, Why was the old man looking for me like he cares about me, not like I am his favorite son, "I am okay."
That tone was enough for Matteo to know something was off. "What happened? Is everything okay?" I hesitated as to whether to tell him or just sort it out myself, but Matteo was one hell of a fuck boy, not that I am a saint, but at least I say no to some females, unlike Matteo. That would jump at the bed of any female who glances his way.
"If someone takes an aphrodisiac, what happens to them?" My voice came out low, not moving from the side of Elena, who was sucking my neck like it was some candy.
Matteo giggles softly from the other side of the phone. I guess he heard nothing apart from "aphrodisiac." As intelligent as Matteo is, he could be as stupid as ever if he wanted to be. "C'mon, buddy, you know you don't need that." My eyes bulge, not understanding a thing this madman is saying. "You know, you are the best Aphrodisiac for women, you really don't need to make a woman take it before they spread their legs wide for you to..."
"Shut up..." I growl in frustration. I couldn't even tell where my frustration was coming from, if it was Matteo's words or Elena's tormenting act. Elena is still pressed against me, her breath warm against my throat, her lips brushing the place she just kissed. Her fingers curl lightly at the back of my neck, pulling me closer as if she can’t help it.
I swallow hard.
God, this is...
This is dangerous.
"Nikolai, are you still there?" Matteo asked
I parted my lips to say something but my voice came out weird. "Uh..."
A deep, low groan rumbled from my chest as her lips found the sensitive spot beneath my jaw.
"Nikolai..."
I drew in a sharp breath, “Mm…” the sound vibrating in my throat when she sucked lightly on my neck.
"What the fuck is going on? Are you alright?" He press
I exhale sharply and answer, trying to steady my voice.
“Yeah.”
But it comes out low, rough, far too rough.
On the other end, Matteo pauses.
“…Bro, what the hell? You sound... What are you doing?”
Elena’s lips touch my neck again, soft and warm, and a barely contained groan tears up my throat. I bite it back, but not well enough. A strained sound slips out:
“Mm..."
Matteo sucks in a breath.
“Are you... Nikolai, are you making out?”
I close my eyes.
“No,” I grind out, but my voice betrays me, deeper, unsteady, thick with heat I’m barely holding back.
Elena doesn’t help.
She sucks lightly on the side of my neck, and my breath catches on the call.
Matteo hears it immediately.
“Oh, come on. That’s absolutely the sound of you being kissed.”
“I said no,” I snap, but it comes out hoarse, almost a growl. My hand grips Elena’s waist, not to pull her closer, but to keep myself from losing control completely. “She is... she is not in her right mind. Someone drugged her. Now, what can I do to help her?”
Matteo goes silent.
But Elena chooses that exact moment to drag her lips from the base of my throat up to the edge of my jaw, slow and needy. My body jerks before I can stop it, a deep, involuntary sound escaping:
“Haa..."
Matteo chokes.
“You liar! You are making out!”
“I’m not,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “I’m trying to stop her.”
Elena whispers my name against my skin, “Nikolai…" breathy and desperate.
My hand tightens at her waist. The heat flooding my body makes it impossible to think. Every inhale is thick, heavy with the scent of her.
“Nik…” Matteo's voice lowers. “Man, you sound like you’re two seconds from losing it.”
He isn’t wrong.
I force a steady breath. It fails.
“Yes... That is the reason, I am calling you. Idiot, just tell me what to do.,” I command, voice throbbing with frustration and tightly leashed desire. “Now.”
But Elena presses another kiss to my throat, slow, deliberate and my voice breaks mid-word.
Matteo heard, and he giggled.
“Oh my god. That must be too hot, I wish I were you."
"Can you stop talking nonsense? I need a solution."
"Yourself..." I blink twice at his words, not understanding what he meant by "yourself." Matteo sighed at the end of the other side, realizing I don't get him, "You can help by sacrificing your body to her."
I went silent for a moment, is Matteo mad? This is Rafael's woman, not just some random woman. I shake my head, "She is not mine, maybe I could go get Rafael to do it."
"Are you sure you want that?" His words hit me. I stared at the woman in my hand. Do I really want Rafael to touch her? I don't care what the two had done before I set eyes on her, but something in me wanted just me to set eyes on her nude. Just me to pleasure her, till she begs for more and melts in my hands, but she is not mine. "C'mon, bro, this drug is added with sex hormones, and there is no antidote."
"Are you sure there is no way to help her? Like a doctor?"
"Fine, there is a way. It can be alleviated in Coldwater, but it may take a long time. But it would work faster if you satisfy her directly, like..." I pressed the end button. I have gotten what I wanted; there is no need to listen to those nonsensical words of Matteo.
I lower the phone with a shaky exhale, every muscle tight, every instinct screaming. Elena leans into me, soft and warm, utterly unaware of how close I'm holding myself to the edge.
Her lips graze my skin one more time, grabbing my shirt, ripping the button in a roll.
I shudder.
“Shit…” I whisper into her hair. “You’re going to kill me.” Before I slowly disentangle from her, I walk to the bathroom and turn on the cold water to fill the bathtub.
I was so engrossed in what I was doing, not hearing the sound of footsteps, that when I turned, Elena was standing there in her birthday suit. "bloody fuck..." I curse as my eyes are glued to her erect nipples. My mouth waters, my desires fuel, and the strange voice in my head screams, "Take her, she is ours."