Chapter 20 Kneel And Crawl
Isabella shuddered as Nikolai's office doors closed behind her.
Her gaze dropped to the floor.
"What are you doing behind the door, come closer."
She heard Nikolai's deep voice. It was much clearer than when he spoke hoarsely into her ears earlier.
She looked up slowly, her jade- like green eyes staring at the man who sat like a god behind his desk.
His face looked clean. No trace of what he had just got through.
He looked energetic. His black shirt clinging to his body like a second skin.
The outline of his biceps and abs was perfectly noticeable.
How is he still this handsome? He looked like he hadn't broken a sweat.
"Isa?" His voice drew her from her thoughts again and thankfully he wasn't staring at her. He was focused on whatever file was in front of him.
She cleared her throat and walked to him.
"Yes, Nicolai. You asked for me." She crossed her arms under her chest.
Just then did her lift his eyes from his file. His hair was wet, the water trickling down to his jaw and disappearing into his chest.
Isabella swallowed.
'Why is he so damn hot after experiencing a near death experience?
"You wanted to see me."
"No, I didn't." She refuted at the same time the words left his lips.
"You came into my office seeking something when you found me injured. Am I wrong?"
She groaned inwardly while glancing away.
Well she was but...
She looked back at him. He was already standing and walking round his desk to meet her.
Her mouth went open, why the hell is he walking towards me?
She staggered backwards.
"Words, Isa. Why were you here before?" He smiled at her knowingly.
She swallowed, "T-That I - I've forgotten." She stuttered, unable to produce coherent words as the smell of his heated body mixed with his smoked familiar scent she knew all too well wafted into her nostrils.
He was standing dangerously close in front of he now, her breath snagged up her throat. Her eyes went down unable to match his predatory gaze.
He chuckled, a low rumble that made her skin prickle.
'Calm the duck down, Isabella. What's this new stuff you're feeling lately? Don't forget he killed your father in cold blood, threatened to sell your only sister and threw you in the dungeon for two days. Stop this fucking feeling that's erupting from you!' she cautioned inwardly.
She stepped back, forgetting one of her ankles was twisted already and almost tripped over her legs.
She was a few seconds from meeting the cold floor when she saw him move closer and held her by the waist, pulling her against his warm chest.
'So comforting.' she smiled against his heated chest. The faint smell of cedar hitting her against her nose.
Just why is this man so damn bad and evil? He smells so fucking good.
She subconsciously leaned in but when she heard him say, "Do you wish to sleep on me every night?" She pulled back, clearing her throat.
But he still held her wrist, "Let me go, Nikolai!" She screeched.
Why is he behaving like this? Wasn't he the one who said, he didn't want me anymore, what's all this nonsense?
His grip was so tight that she knew red marks were going to form around there.
He reduced his grip, still held her with one hand and used the other to trace against her peeled skin. His eyes softened as something hard poked at his chest.
"This..."
He didn't get to finish his statement when she drew her hands out of his with all her strength.
That was something precious to her. Not in a good way but a bad way.
It reminded her of the days she spent in the closet when her father had locked there.
She always peeled at her skin to remember the house and days that passed back. She rarely slept back then.
She had always struggled never to think about those hurtful days but then he decided to lock her up in a dark and right place, triggering her past memories.
Her throat tightened, fear clawed at her skin upon his touch.
Another reason she was never going to forgive him and plot to escape.
These little actions that made her stomach flutter and heart stuttering, she didn't dwell on them.
It was a normal biological reaction.
She stared at him, her eyes turning glossy.
"You asked why I was here, right?" She asked, taking in a sharp breath.
Nikolai didn't say a word, he just nodded and put his hands into his trousers pocket.
"I'm here to submit to you. Take me. Use me however you like." She clenched her palms, fingers digging into her skin as the words tasted bitter on her tongue.
Nikolai lips stretched wide, "Finally, you've decided to submit to me? How thrilling." He chuckled.
Isabella's heart pricked, was he mocking her?
She glared sharply at him, biting the tip of her tongue so she wouldn't say anything bad.
Nikola covered the space between them and leaned in close to her neck. His lips grazing her the corner of her neck as he spoke,
"Kneel and crawl to the desk." His voice was devoid of emotion.
Isabella's breath caught in her throat, the hairs at the back of her neck standing erect.
"I - I... I should... Like crawl crawl?" She asked, unable to take in his request.
He leaned back, his steel black ones staring into hers like a predator watching his prey.
"Yes. But only if you truly agree to be my, Shlyukha." He smirked at her.
Riley tasted the word on her lips, 'Shlyukha... Is that the Russian term for prostitutes?' she pondered.
Riley scoffed, and glazed hard at him, she wasn't going to give up now.
If giving her virginity to this man, will protect her sister and make her find her way back home, then she was up for it.
"Fine. Whatever." She clicked her tongue and went on all fours.
She crawled to the desk, and turned her head back, "Do, I climb on it?"
"No." Nikolai's body was turning rigid, a rush of blood flowed to his cock which made it harden.
Nikola walked to the desk, and stood beside her.
His eyes darkened on her body, dragging his gaze around her curves.
Her tight jeans made her ass more prominent, her breast hanging under her top.
Before, Isabella knew it, she felt his hands land on her ass.
Hard and painful.
''Ouch!" She screeched.
Nikolai's actions took her by surprise.
What is this?
She turned, seeing him smirk at her, her eyes brooding low at her body.
"Take off your clothes." He ordered darkly.
She couldn't disobey, she had already given herself to him.
She just looked at him with surpris
e.
Are they going to do 'it' here? Like right now with his injured body?