Chapter 28 Sit On Top The Bed, Isa.
Nikolai's eyes travelled down her skin. Her cheeks were reddened, eyes burning with fury as she held the weapon against Viktor.
Her exposed skin had little red marks on them. She was so fucking sensitive that Viktor's hand had left a print on them.
Fury consumed him, something in him had snapped open.
And without thinking, he pulled his gun and aimed straight at Viktor ready to pull the trigger but then something stopped him.
Viktor rushed at Isabella and maneuvered the bottle neck from her, the rough edges cutting deep into her palms as he took it and held it against her throat.
He had already seen Nikolai through the glass and he wasn't going to get himself killed.
At least not today.
"Viktor!" Nikolai's voice lashed out, thick with warning fury, his eyes never leaving Isabella's frame.
Her breath hitched, tears full in her eyes, skin sweaty.
"Oh! Look who it is, your master hm? He's been enjoying your body alone huh?" He pressed the broken edge dangerously close to her neck.
Darkness consumed Nikolai, for the first time, an unfamiliar chill slithered through his veins, a cold dark claw gripping at his chest.
"What do you want?" He asked, voice dripping with venom.
Isabella's heart had left her chest. She held the sides of her dress in hand. She didn't like this!
"Nothing. I know I'm getting killed either way so why don't I-"
The rest of his words were muffled as Nikolai pulled the trigger straight at his forehead.
Nikolai's feet dragged him before he could think and pulled Isabella into his embrace. His hand came at her nape, holding her close.
Isabella bit her lips, as her tears stained his shirt, she didn't touch him.
She wouldn't touch him.
She just let him hold her close, Viktor's blooding pooling under her feet.
Her soft broken whispers reached deep in his chest, heat exploding in his blood as she stared at the red marks left by another man on her skin.
He didn't say a word and pulled her by the wrist and led her out of the hall and back into the limo.
No one dared to say a word in the limo.
Natalya was frozen at her side with guilt. She had gone to the restroom for only a few moments and now Isabella was harmed.
And Isabella? She didn't give a flying fuck for the man who sat beside her.
She could literally feel the anger seeping out of his pores but it wasn't her concern.
She did what she had to do to protect herself. And she had guessed he had done what he had done to protect his image.
It would have been a stain for someone else to touch what was his - her.
So she wouldn't care. Shouldn't care, but when the car stopped in front of the mansion and she stormed off, she felt Nikolai's hand around her wrist.
"Let me go!" She shrieked, she wanted to go cry in her room.
He didn't say a word and slipped his hands behind her thigh and picked her up and climbed the flight of stairs.
Isabella's voice was loud as she thrashed and tried squirming from his hold but his grip was too tight on her until he entered a room.
She swallowed, when he dropped her in a cold looking dark room.
She didn't look around but she noticed the gray colour, the masculine tone that covered the room.
'His room?' she pondered.
"I have to go, Nikolai, move!" She stomped her feet.
He ignored her, locked the door and moved closer to her until her back touched the cold wall.
He leaned in, nuzzling his nose against her neck as he rubbed up and down her exposed arms.
"You let him touch him, Isa." He said finally, his voice, raw and breathy as he inhaled her scent.
Isabelle felt her stomach flip, his warm breath against her skin sent tiny sparks crossing at her skin.
She placed her hands, trying to put a distance between them because his own scent was beginning to curl into her own head - dark and controlling.
He didn't budge instead, he took her soft flesh in between his teeth. Biting and sucking hard at the spot.
Isabella hissed out, something pooling low in her warm belly.
She swallowed hard against the sudden knot in her throat.
What was he doing?
She didn't want to feel this, so she pushed his hand, ignoring the burning pain on her injured palms.
Nikolai left her skin and swirled his tongue around the spot, leaning back only a bit.
His hands came against the sides of her head, trapping her against him.
she tilted her head back and stared into his eyes. Fury, blazing in his back eyes, cold and lethal, but laced with a dark starving heat.
His eyes hovered at her cleavage, and looked at her like he was her meal.
But he didn't act on it yet. His eyes clashed with hers, noticing the unshed tears ready to stroke her cheeks.
Isabella averted her gaze immediately, she couldn't let his eyes swallow her into its depth.
Fear and anger, still coursing through her veins at Viktor's action but she didn't want to show it.
She wouldn't let Nikolai see her vulnerability even when he had already seen her holding the bottle neck with reddened eyes.
"Can you move?" She asked.
"Not until you answer my questions first." He rasped, never taking his eyes off her.
"What questions?" She cocked an eyebrow.
"Did you seduce Viktor?"
What!
Her blood boiled, "what the hell, I didn't. He's fucking repulsive."
A smile played on his lips, "Oh really! But you let another man touch you. Now, you're responsible for his death."
Her mind went back to Viktor's body that lay lifeless beside her, and her stomach churned violently at the blood but at the same time she felt somewhat... Relive? He couldn't touch her anymore.
She closed her eyes, trying to shut the image out of her head but a tear left her hers when she opened them again.
"I didn't let him touch me. He did so without permission, I-" her throat tightened as she tried explaining.
The remembrance of being touched by another man repulsed her. She wanted to go shower and clean off Viktor's off her body.
Nikolai's was different she couldn't explain. Maybe it was his handsome features? She didn't know.
She pushed against him, "I didn't kill any man. You did!"
"Because of you." He retorted, thumb brushing away the tear that stained her cheek.
Isabella breath seized at the coldness of his fingers against her warm cheeks.
Words got stuck at her throat.
"Get on top of the bed, Isa." He said with a dangerous rasp, lacing his tone.
Her stomach twisted at his words, she looked at him again, and before she could stop herself, she found her feet dragging her to the bed.