Chapter 57 Chapter 57
Chapter 57
Nikolai's POV
The pilot's voice cut through the headset, steady as always. "Welcome to Gstaad."
I sat in the front, my shoulder throbbing like hell from the bullet wound. The bandage was tight, but blood still seeped through, warm and sticky under my shirt. I glanced back at Nina.
She was pressed against Nana, their shoulders touching, her face close to the window. Her eyes widened as she looked down.
I could see the village through her reflection. Small chalets buried in snow, lights glowing soft against the white. It looked peaceful. Too peaceful for people like us. The kind of place where secrets hid under the frost. I watched her lips part in awe. That innocence in her gaze stirred something dark inside me. Something I fought every day.
The beast that wanted to claim her. Break her. Make her mine in ways that would scare her. I looked away. Focused on the pain in my shoulder instead. Pain was easier.
The chopper descended slow, rotors thumping hard in my chest. Snow swirled up like a storm, sticking to the glass. We touched down with a jolt that sent fresh agony through my wound. I grunted, gripping the seat. The door slid open, cold air rushing in like a slap. Sharp and biting.
I stepped out first, crutch under one arm, scanning the pad. No threats. Just the village below, quiet and white. Nina came out behind Nana, hugging herself in that thin blue top.
The cold hit her hard. Her nipples pushed against the fabric, hard and obvious. My cock twitched at the sight. Fuck. I forced my eyes up. She was not ready for what I wanted. Not yet.
Two women waited by the cars. Red Ferrari and yellow Porsche. They looked Russian. Tall and curved, blonde hair whipping in the wind. Short dresses barely covering anything.
Big white fur coats open at the front, showing skin that glowed under the pad lights. They smiled, red lips bright. "At your service," they said, voices low and inviting. I knew their type. Hired for the night. For us. Nina and Nana looked at each other. Nina rolled her eyes hard. I chuckled inside. That fire in her. It made the beast stir.
Nina turned to the view. Admiring the village. Nana stayed back, whispering to the pilot. Her face serious. Lips moving quick. It looked like a secret. But Nina did not notice. She kept staring at the town. Helicopters landing everywhere. Expensive cars crawling the streets.
Bodyguards patrolling in white and black. Blending with the snow or standing out like shadows. The place was beautiful but locked down. Hard to track. Perfect for us. But I saw Nina shiver.
The cold making her nipples stand out more. Enzo noticed too. His eyes fixed on her chest. He smiled slow. Licked his lips. I felt a twist in my gut. Jealousy? Or the beast wanting to claim what he looked at.
Enzo moved to her. Shrugged off his jacket. Draped it over her shoulders. His fingers brushed her left breast. Deliberate.
Grazing the nipple. I saw her gasp. Her back arch a little. Thighs press together. The beast in me roared. Wanted to push him away.
Take her myself. Feel her body react like that for me. But I stood still. Watched. Enzo's thumb circled. Teasing. Her eyes closed. Lips parted. A quiet whimper. My cock hardened. Pain in my shoulder forgotten.
The urge to ravish her hit hard. Pin her down. Make her gasp louder. But I fought it. She was hurt. We all were. Not now.
Enzo stepped back. Slid into the yellow Porsche. Dante took the red. Cars roared off, snow flying. Nina hissed.
“Those bastards. What are we taking, a horse?" I chuckled low. The sound rough from my wounds. "If you want to, but for now we can all go in the G-Wagon."
I signaled the pilot. He nodded. Climbed back in. Rotors started up. Lifted off in a swirl of snow.
The black G-Wagon pulled up. Big and dark. Tires crunching snow. I opened the door for Nina. My hand brushed her lower back as she climbed in. The touch sent heat through me. Her body warm under the jacket.
The beast wanted more. To pull her close. Feel her against me. But I let go. Nana slid in next. I got in the front with the driver. Heater blasted warm air.
We drove through the village. Streets quiet. Snow glowing under lamps. Chalets cozy with smoke from chimneys.
We climbed a narrow road to the house on the hill. Cozy from outside. Wooden beams. Big windows glowing soft. Snow piled high on the roof. No close neighbors. Just trees and white fields. The two luxury cars parked in the driveway. Engines ticking as they cooled.
We stepped out. Cold biting again. I limped ahead. Opened the door. Moans greeted us. Loud and raw. Echoing through the house. "Mmmmmm! Faster daddy! Yes arghhhh!" A woman's voice. Breathless. Needy. Mixed with grunts. Skin slapping.
The sound hit me. Stirred the beast. Made my cock twitch. I paused. Small smile on my lips. Enzo's work probably. Or Dante's. Nina stood frozen behind me. Her face flushed.
Thighs pressing together. I could see the ache in her eyes. The way her body reacted. The beast wanted to push her against the wall. Make her moan like that. Ravish her until she begged. But I fought it. Pain in my shoulder helped. Reminded me she was hurt.
Nana hurried inside. Muttering about young people. I waited for Nina. She stepped in. The door closed with a click.
The foyer warm. Wooden floors gleaming. Fur rugs scattered. Fireplace crackling in the living room. Flames dancing orange. Shadows on the walls.
The moans came from upstairs. Rhythmic. Building. Making the air thick. I swallowed. The beast clawed inside. Wanting to take her now. Here. On the rug. But I led her to the office instead. Dimly lit. Books and wine. Shelves with old volumes. Dust in the air. Side table with bottles. I closed the door. The moans muffled now.
Nina sat on the nook by the window. Cushioned bench with pillows. She pulled the blanket tight. Covering her body. I poured wine. Red and deep. Took a sip. Played with the rim of the cup. Fingers circling slow. My eyes on her.
She looked at me. "Can I have some?"
I smirked. "Too hard for you."
She scoffed. "After everything that happened. Nothing is too hard for me after the last month of my life."
I looked deep into her eyes. "Come get it."
She stood. Blanket slipped a little. She caught it. Walked over. Feet slow on the rug. But the blanket tangled. She tripped. Fell forward into me. Body crashing against mine.
The wine glass tipped. Red liquid splashed on my chest. Soaking my shirt. I caught her with one arm. The other holding the glass. I looked at her amused. Lips curving. "Want to lick it off my body?"
She stared at my chest. Wine staining the shirt. Showing muscle underneath.
Her hands shook. Reached up. Fingers fumbling buttons. Unbuttoned slow. Fabric parted. Revealing my chest. She gasped. Scar across my skin. Jagged and old.
I looked into her eyes. "It’s okay to run. I’m a beast."
She swallowed. Throat moving. But did not run. Unbuttoned lower. Shirt fell open. Her tongue touched my biceps. Licking the wine slow. Sweet and bitter. Mixed with my skin. I moaned low. Hands gripped her arms. Tight.
The beast stirred. Wanted more. Hand moved to her head. Guiding. Her lips trailed down. Licking. Lower. Close to my crotch. Bulge hardening. Pants straining. I tensed. Winced. Grabbed her hands. "No no." Grunt.
She looked up. "Feels like you enjoyed it."
I looked at her. "We are both hurt. I don’t think you want to do this." Serious now. Eyes searching.
"The scars?"
I took a gulp of vodka. Burned down my throat. "I used to be in the army. Marine. Shit happens."
"Want to talk about the shit?"
I nodded. "Maybe not today."
She looked at me. "Uhhh you are so serious and boring." Pointed to a book. "What’s that?"
I turned to look. Attention off her. She snatched the bottle. Took a long gulp. Half way. Ignoring the burn. I turned back. Took it away. "You little feisty thing." Amusement in my eyes.
She grinned. Hand slipped into my pocket. Pulled out cigars. Started running. Giggling. Blanket trailing. I was fast. Even with hurt hand. Caught her. Arms around waist. Pulling back.
But hands hurt. Winced. Let go a little. She twisted free. Went for vodka. I used legs to trap her. Thigh between hers. Holding close. She wiggled. I chuckled. Sound deep. Vibrating.
"No way. I’m getting my way tonight." Giggling. Bit my shoulder lightly. Tickled sides. I was strong. Even with one hand. Grabbed her wrists. Pinned them. We played. Fought fake.
Breathing hard. Rolling on rug. Blanket fell away. On wooden floor. My body on top of hers. Heavy. Good. Hands knocked vodka. It poured on her see through nightie. Soaking fabric. Sticking to skin. I swallowed. Looked at her. Smirked.
Lips came to her neck. Licking vodka gentle. Tongue warm. Sucking lightly. She arched. Reacted. Heat spreading. Moved to chest. Licking wet fabric. Mouth found nipple. Sucked through material.
She gasped. Moaned loud. Sensation shot to her core. Held me. Hands in hair. Pulling closer. Sucked harder. Teeth grazing. Pleasure building. Moans filled room. Loud and needy.
She held me and moaned loudly.
“May I kiss you ?” I moaned into her ears
“No, done you dare !” She said with all seriousness, her eyes widened