Chapter 25 Red Haired Girl
'Why did he fucking compliment me? Now, I fucking messy underneath.'
Isabella fumed because her body - not her- was too easy. Always reacting to him.
Still stepped back, still avoiding his gaze, "Thank you, Nikolai." She said, looking anywhere but him.
He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest that made a thrill of shiver run down Isabella's spine.
"Sergi, Dmitri!"
Sergi?
Isabella limbs crumbled.
For the umpteenth time, she couldn't stand him.
There was something weird in his aura.
More like a manipulative and deceptive aura but she could be wrong though.
From the corner of her eyes she watched as Natalya's breath hitched when her eyes locked for a brief moment with Dmitri.
Isabella gasped suddenly, when Nikolai took her hands in his and led her through the exit door.
"What are you doing? Let me go?" She tried freeing her hand but his grip was too tight.
"Why are you getting anxious? Stay calm, Isa. You wouldn't want them to hear how you writhe under my fingers, do you? " He winked at her, a playful smirk on his lips.
Isabella's face flushed brighter, "Niko!" She shrieked, and turned, making sure no one heard them.
And thank fully they didn't.
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Inside a limousine.
Nikolai made sure that Isabella sat beside him.
His fingers rubbing possessively on her exposed thighs while Isabella was fighting for life.
Her eyes glanced around.
Sergi was in the front seat while Dmitri and Natalya sat beside each other with Natalya making sure their bodies did not touch each other.
Isabella sighed, at least no one noticed her flushed cheeks and shallow breath as Nikolai drew monstrous circles on her exposed thighs.
She couldn't tell him to stop or push him away. She had already offered herself.
So she had to brace herself for whatever he was going to do from now on.
A question ran through her mind.
"Niko!" She turned her face without knowing he was already staring at her.
"You called for me? How may I be of service?" He smirked darkly.
That playful tone of his! It made her stomach rumble.
She swallowed hard, matching his heated gaze for only a moment before she averted her gaze.
It was too much for her.
"Nerve mind." She said, her heart rate increased rapidly.
She tried shifting away from him but he growled darkly. His hands moved forward, grabbing her soft flesh.
"Don't move." He ordered, his voice filled with raw intensity.
Isabelle stiffened on her seat.
Despite the Air conditioner, the air around her was hot.
She was sweating, palms clammy as she fidgeted with her fingers.
When are we getting to the damn place? We've been riding for hours. She pondered, when they had barely driven for 15 minutes.
Her body was unable to withstand his little flutter touches on her exposed thighs and she wanted to leave this enclosed space.
She could not focus on the mini TV in the limo or take a good look at the limo.
Nikolai occupied her five senses.
Just when she thought she was about to fall apart, the limo came to a halt.
But they hadn't reached the destination.
Isabella looked through the tinted glass and saw men with rifles standing at the gate.
They looked like those criminals on TV.
Active and ready to kill anyone on sight.
Her chest tightened, a dread falling all over her as she turned her gaze away from them.
Nikolai watched her subtle movement of raised eyebrows, tensed shoulder narrowed eyes.
She was anxious and he knew that.
"Do not leave my side when we get there." He ordered, eyes fixed on her.
She didn't meet his gaze, "Where are we going?"
"A party or rather a gathering."
What party required heavy criminal men with rifles.
The question was at the tip of her tongue but she didn't ask.
"Any other questions?"
"No." She lied.
She didn't want to pry deeper into his world when she would escape after he loosened his guard around her.
His next words shocked her.
"When we arrive, make sure no man touches you If they do then they die. You are mine. Remember that!" He rubbed her cheeks, giving them subtle pats.
Isabella's skin crawled from the way he had said those words.
She knew he wasn't bluffing because she could still remember how he had killed her father in cold blood.
He was a ruthless man.
No one touched what belonged to him and lived to see the next day!
She swallowed hard.
A cold shiver ran down her spine in full force, causing her to jerk forward a bit.
The limo stopped finally.
The chauffeur opened the door, Nikolai stepped down, and stretched his arms for her to take which she did.
A flush of warm heat flooding her chest as she took his hands.
Dimitri and Natalya flooded behind.
Natalya still kept her distance away from him.
As soon as Nikolai stepped into the hall.
All eyes darted towards him and the lady beside him.
All the men gawked at her beauty.
She was fucking ethereal with her golden blood hair, jade green eyes which matched her milk skin perfectly.
Nikolai noticed their way and placed his hands below her small back, eliciting a small gasp from Isabella as he marked his territory around her.
But then a sharp high-pitched shrieking sound was heard.
"Nikolai!"
A red- haired girl pounced on Nikolai and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"I've missed you so much, Niko, father has been asking for you."
Isabella brows furrowed.
Who was that girl?