Chapter 12 Master? Did I please you?
Nikolai stared at the red haired girl kneeling before him, his cum still dripping wet on her face, her thighs pressed together.
He looked at her with distaste, rage burning inside his chest at himself. Because for a goddamn moment it wasn't her mouth he had imagined but rather another.
The rude and foul mouth girl who spoke and insulted him like he was no body.
His fist clenched at his sides, knuckles turning white as the girl - whatever her name was - titled her head up, her eyes fully wide and eager as she kept on licking her lower lips, using her thumb to wipe off the cum on her face just to put her thumb back into her mouth as she licked it clean.
"Master? Did I please you?" She smiled seductively, squeaking her voice.
Nikolai didn't answer, his heart was still slamming hard at his ribcage in anger.
He had called this girl, Malyshka thinking it was Isabella. And he was more furious that he thought it was Isabella.
He had imagined her finally submitting to him, begging and pleading to suck him off but it was all in his head.
"Get out," he barked at her. His voice was low and lethal.
The red haired girl blinked in confusion. She was certain she had done a good job at sucking his off. She had put in her strength, gagging and swallowing him whole just to keep his satisfied.
"But I -" she didn't even finish before Nikolai flashed his dark eyes at her.
"One more word from you and you die. Out!" He grabbed her arm and threw her to the floor without a care.
The girl whimpered and quickly hurried out of the room, naked, dripping and humiliated. He didn't even give her the chance to put on her clothes.
Nikolai was a mad man and she wouldn't want to die in his hands at least not now...
He stood there, his chest heaving, cock still half - hard. He ran a hair through his hair.
He snarled roughly, driving his fist into the nearest wall. Blood trickled from his wounded knuckles but he didn't care. He didn't even feel the pain. His mind was just focused on erasing that defiant jade green eyes of hers.
Isabella.
Fucking Isabella.
She was making him go crazy...
Why the hell did he imagine that foul mouth of hers wrapped around his cock, tears in her eyes as she choked on him.
Something dark and evil stirred in his chest. Her skin was crawling with something dark.
He wanted to bring her to her knees. Beg for her life and ask for forgiveness.
He was expecting her to see him after she had woken up but yet, no words from her.
That fucking girl. He grunted.
His hands itched for some blood. He wanted to murder someone. He craved seeing people behind for their lives while he killed them off.
His eyes flashed coldly, as he grabbed his phone from the side table. His thumb hovered above the screen before he dialed.
"Boss?" Dimitri's voice came from the speaker.
"I need 20 men to kill. Find me some scum who deserves it. Traffickers, cheats, anyone who dared to cross the line. I'm in the mood for blood tonight."
"Okay boss," he replied, his breath rising harder.
Dimitri noticed as his boss was about to end the call, so he spoke out.
"Natalya..."
Nikolai hissed. She had really disappointed him.
"What about her?"
"Does she get released? She's been there for 6 hours." Dimitri's fingers held the phone close to his ears tightly.
His eyes flashing dark.
"Fine. Release her." Nikolai said and hung the call. Natalya always pushed his buttons but he would never harm her. Not directly though.
He left his playroom and walked back to his main room to prepare for his kill.
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Natalya's eyes were half - closed when she heard the sound of key clicking against the bars.
She quickly stood erect. Nerve crossing the threshold.
Her eyes watered, as she stared at Dmitri with angry eyes.
"You have been released, Miss Natalya," he said but got no reply.
Instead he heard her soft whimpers, shoulders shivering and breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Miss Natalya?" His throat tightened as he called again.
"Stupid jerk," she called him and hit his chest as she walked past him. "You spineless dog, always following his orders like a puppet." Her voice cracked, tears burning her eyes as they threatened to fall but she held them.
What the fuck was she supposed to cry for?
She had thought Nikolai wouldn't actually put her in prison, but here she was, locked like a criminal.
And that stupid man named Dimitri following his orders like a robot.
Her head swayed before she could reach the dungeon entrance. It felt heavy and weak as if something hard and dense had descended on her , designing her strength.
And just then, her knees buckled under her weight, darkness flooded in and her vision turned blurry before everything went blank.
"Miss Natalya!" Dimitri screamed and held her in his arms before she could fall.