Chapter 47 My Property, My Person
Nikolai carried her until he reached their room and he held her carefully until her feet touched the floor.
The air in the room was strong with her smell.
Her scent—sweet, undeniable flowery and rosy hit him right in his nostrils, making his emotions stir hard in his chest.
His jaw tightened and Isabella noticed it.
She shuddered.
A cold sweat ran down her spine as she lowered her eyes to the floor.
Why was he back now?
He had perfectly avoided her for a week and decided this was the perfect time to be back?
She didn't know whether she should be angry or relieved or better still not feel anything at all.
"Take off your clothes?"
"What?" She threw a sharp glance at him.
"Now! Take it off!"
She took a step back.
"I'm not taking my clothes off Nikolai. Matter of fact you need to leave, I need to change my drenched clothes."
Yes, the weather was hot but Nikola's presence was scorching hot.
His gaze was burning right into her skin and she could feel it.
Isabella didn't like how she was drenched in front of him.
He had seen her naked but it's been over a week and she didn't want to undress in front of him.
She could go to the bathroom but Nikola's presence made her uneasy.
He clicked his tongue and began unbuttoning his shirt.
Her gaze dropped to his chest that was now exposed.
''W-What are you doing?"
She took steps backwards as he took steps forward.
He was fast and within seconds, she was backed to the wall.
She couldn't escape him anymore.
She bit her lips, her pulse quickening as he threw his drenched shirt across the room.
"You're being a bad girl, baby. Tell me, how do I punish you?" His warm breath fanned the side of her face as he leaned in, whispering into her ears.
A wave of heat rushed down to her pulsing nerve and she clenched her fists at her side.
"What did I do? You're the one that disappeared for a week." She asked, a hint of pain palpable in her tone and that was exactly not how she wanted her voice to sound.
She chewed the inside of her cheeks and let her eyes drift down to his abs and muscles that glistened with water.
Her eyes widened in awe at the black tattoos that painted his chest, and arms.
She had noticed them when she helped him with the gun shot wound but she was not focused on gaping at it but now...
God damn!
She swallowed a thick clog at her throat unable to look away from his tattoos.
If only she could run her hands along the fine lines of the tattoos she would be delighted.
Her thoughts were cut short when she felt his hands on her cheeks, "And I feel so terrible for it. Tell me, baby, did you miss me?" He traced his thumb against her lips, his eyes fixed on them.
He stayed away from her for a week to figure out how he could control this growing unrestrained feelings in his chest.
But everyday his mind and soul was clouded with her.
Her soft golden hair was imprinted at the back of his head. Her luscious pink lips were his daily imagination.
And God!
Her fucking body was all he could think about everyday.
Every single day, his mind was jumbled with thoughts about her.
He couldn't sleep properly. The alcohol and cigars barely did anything to curb the way his heart ached everyday he couldn't see her.
And the worst part? Every moment of rest, every time he closed his eyes, the only thing he could see was her.
He didn't understand this feelings. He didn't know what they were but he was done holding back.
Why should he be tortured when she was literally at his palms?
She was his property.
"I wished you never came back. I loved enjoying this bed alone without your suppressing presence." She lied, forcing the words past the tightness in her chest.
She looked up, meeting his fiery hungry gaze.
"Good," he chuckled, a low rumble that Isabella felt sink right under her knees, causing them to buckle against him.
"I'm giving you one last chance. Take off your clothes yourself or I will help you do that."
He pressed himself further, giving her no breathing air as he placed one of his hands above the wall.
"Why should I? I don't want to. I was at peace before you came back. Why don't you go back to whatever place you crawled out from?" She hated how he could just disappear for a week and demand she took her clothes off.
And this her damn body didn't know when to behave. Always urging her to do whatever he said and melt into him.
"We're not back to square one again, baby. I own you now. You're my property. I need to see you without your clothes on."
She curled her fist at her sides, "I'm not your fucking property. I'm not even a merchandise up for sale or whatever. I'm not something you can own and place your tag on. I'm a person—"
"My person." He cut her off.
"Nikolai..." She stomped her foot exasperatedly on the floor.
"Yes, baby. What do you want?"
"What happened to you? Why are you like this...demanding I take my clothes off?"
"Do you really wanna know?"
He brought his hand down, and straightened his spine.
Isabella felt her head tilt itself all the way to the back to stare at Nikolai who looked at her like he had cut the chains holding him back.
He looked like a feral wolf who was ready to feast on his special meal.
With a nod of her head, Isabella felt his fingers, trace the waist band of her sweat pants and before she knew it, it was pulled down to her ankles.
"Nikolai—" A shrill cry escaped her as she was wearing no panties.
"Why are you screaming?" He asked cavalierly as if he didn't just do something obscene.
With Nikolai towering over her with his bare muscles and eyes that bore down hungrily on her, she instantly felt small like a prey ready to be devoured.
"You..." She bit herself, wishing she could just sink inside the wall.
"I've missed the taste of your wetness and just want a welcome back taste. I'm allowed to eat it right?"
Even if her answer was no, It didn't matter because, Isabella felt her feet leave the ground as Nikolai placed his hands on her waist and placed her high against the wall.
With rough hands, he fully removed her drenched sweatpant that pulled at her ankles and without warning he buried his face into her wet heat.
"Fuck—Niko!"