Chapter 33 Considered A second Reward
Isabella was stupefied beyond words as she stared at Nikolai who was smirking at her.
What did he say she had done again?!
She had tried seducing him?
She literally didn't do anything and her skirt wasn't even that short - well, it was but he should have paid it no mind.
Was he a man who had no sexual control? If it wasn't Isabella who wore the skirt then he would have eaten her out just as he did her?
"I didn't seduce you, Nikolai."
"You came down looking like a piece of meat wearing no bra with mini skirts that exposed your legs!" He eyes grew possessively dark.
He leaned down again, and bit into the soft flesh at her inner thighs.
"Niko!" She cried out.
"What do you think about your reward?" He peeked through his lashes, biting the inner parts of her thighs.
Isabella couldn't count how many times, her chest had burst right inside her, and flooded her veins with something very raw. Something she knew she wasn't supposed to be feeling.
"I didn't like it," she lied through her teeth, forcing the words to taste sweet in her mouth rather than the foul after taste now,
"I wanted my sister. I told you that!"
Nikolai's gaze intensified as a dark hunger filled his eyes, when he rolled his tongue inside her mouth, he could still taste her - sweet and slightly metallic. He wasn't done. He wanted more.
He looked at her clit, it was red and swollen, pulsing for more.
"Your clit says otherwise." He chuckled darkly.
Hear flooded her cheeks, "T- that's normal human biological" You're a man, I'm a woman, it will be abnormal for our bodies not to react."
"Continue to tell yourself that," he said as he stood to his feet, adjusting his sleeves and collar.
Isabella swallowed nervously at his sight.
He was incredibly handsome with his irresistible kissable lips, his shirt clinging into his frame like a second skin.
She didn't need anyone to tell her how sturdy and how hard his muscles were because she had touched his chest when she had performed some kind of medical care to him.
She closed her eyes and moved her gaze at him.
'What is this feeling, Bella? You are to hate him and not be attracted to him!' She mushed, her skin prickling with anxiety because she knew his attraction was swallowing her whole.
Nikolai threw a last glance at her, "Pack your bag we're leaving for London." He threw the words at her without a care and headed to the door.
"London?" Her jaw dropped in shock.
"For what exactly, Nikolai?" She asked, bringing herself to a sitting position in the bed.
His paused as his hands held the door knob,
"For fun, you have literally 30 minutes." He opened the door and took a step outside,
"Wait!"
He turned to her.
"My sister. She comes with us, right?"
"No."
"Huh?" She rose from the bed and walked to where he was.
She knew she couldn't say no to this because he owned her now but at least with her sister by her side she would cope.
"Daisy is still little and in a foreign country. Let her come with me, please... She is a good girl and behaves properly."
He looked at her with furrowed brows,
'If I agree to that, her focus will be on her sister and not me! So I won't.' he mused internally.
"Natalya and Elizaveta are no longer strangers. She will be fine." He concluded and slammed the door at her face.
What the fuck?!
Her blood boiled underneath her skin as she clenched her fists at her sides staring at the empty place that he just left.
.
.
Nikolai stormed down to his office as he unblocked his upper button and rolled his sleeves.
Her words still replayed in his ears, "Exactly as he had suspected, there was a rat leaving under his roof and her words confirmed it.
He pressed the intercom, connecting directly to Sergi.
"I'm leaving for London in 15 minutes." He didn't speak further after he received a response from him.
He slammed his hands on the desk, creating a creak right at the center.
His jaw locked, as he mashed his teeth together when a wave of fury surged through him.
His fists were clenched, as his knuckles turned white, a vein bulging at his forehead.
That fucker, Lavrentiy Kozin. Fucking ruthless smug bastard. He would make sure to bury him soon.
His eyes glanced down to a file he had asked Sergi to prepare two days ago after that party incident.
It was a document about Isabella's life.
His heart clenched subtly, skin burning with an itch for her again.
He bobbed his throat, swelling whatever remnants he had of her on his tongue.
She was so fucking addictive, he should probably just stay away and fuck her endless like the prostitute she was since she had already offered herself.
But Nikolai's heart stuttered at the thought for reasons beyond his comprehension.
The only thing he knew was that, he didn't want to treat her as he had done to his other whore.
By now, he must have fucked her throat and fucked her pussy to stupor, using her as a fucking fleshlight but he didn't.
Rather he took things slow beyond his imagination. Afraid and scared of hurting her.
Yeah? Afraid and scared because he wanted to ease her tension and then he ate her pussy.
Fuck!
He ran a hand through his hair down to his cheeks.
She was the first person to have his mouth under her.
For how perfectly well, he didn't it? He had been a porn addict and had seen men do it right before he turned 18.
He held the document in his hand,
The name 'Isabella Blackwood' was written at the top of the file and for a split second, his mind had betrayed him, shifting her name without permission.
Isabella Volkov.
Perfect.
Better than the surname of that scum father of hers.
Something dark and possessive slithered across his skin.
Then it hit him.
He had imagined her wearing his name.
What the fuck?
His ribs collapsed as if an invisible fist had punched right at his guts.
And to make matters worse,
Isabella walked right into his office without permission, wearing a two piece covered outfit that accentuated her curves.
"I'm not wearing anything exposed. Don't look at me like that!" She immediately spouted when her eyes caught his irises swirling with raw desire.
Yes, her skin wasn't exposed but his chest tightened with a dark aching need.
Something primal and savage prickled against his skin as he smirked and considered
throwing her over his desk and giving her a second reward with his tongue.