Chapter 3 You're Good, Not Enough
Isabella's heart sank deeper at his words.
"What? Like, strip strip?" She asked, feeling utterly confused.
Why on earth would he ask such a thing in front of his men?
He watched her body go stiff, " Yes, strip. I want to see your body to know whether you have the qualifications of being my, shlyukha."
He tilted his head in a gesture to begin stripping.
The phone in Isabella's hand was totally worthless. Whether there was a recording there or not, her sister's life was now in his hands.
She put the phone back into her zipper pockets.
She looked towards her sister, she was crying silently, her pale face was reddened with tears, and eyes swollen.
"My sister does not have to see me get humiliated. Take her out of the room."
Nikolai looked at sergi, "Take her out. Play with her for sometime. The men should leave too."
Thank God!
At least, she wouldn't have to feel those men hawking eyes on her body.
The door slammed close.
"My patience is running on a very thin line. Strip."
Isabella closed her eyes, swallowing in the shame.
Her hands held the pants, she reached for the zippers, pulling it down and the pants fell to her ankles.
This was the first time she was stripping for a man against her will. And it was eating up her bones, scorching at her knees as her hands flew to the hem of her sweatshirts and in one swift pull, she pulled it from her body, letting it fall to the cold floor.
Now, she stood in front of Nikolai with only a pair of bras and panties. Her eyes were fixed on the ground, unable to look at his cold eyes.
She bit her lower lips harder, fighting to control the itch to slap the fuck out of his face.
Nikolai's eyes were fixated on Isabella's body. Her skin was smooth and poreless like a porcelain bowl. Waist cinched perfectly. Her pretty short legs were perfect. Her waist to hips ratio was sickening.
As he looked at her, he felt something hard poking at his trousers but he clenched his fist to control the feeling.
"Are you done? I don't want any piece of clothing on you. The underwear, take them off too." He smirked
Bella's jaw dropped. Her mouth was left wide agape.
What? He literally meant stark naked?
Holy shit!
"The more time you waste, the more I get disinterested."
She rolled her eyes at him, fear still coursing her veins as she heaved heavily, and with trembling fingers, she slowly unhooked her bra , sliding the strap off her shoulders as the bra fell to the floor, followed by her panties.
The cold air instantly hit her skin, hard and soft, causing the hair on her skin to stand.
Her heart raced painfully, hot tears flooding her cheeks as her skin crawled, feeling ashamed, humiliated and embarrassed.
She was never going to forget this. It was a humiliating ritual for her.
Nikolai's throat tightened at her nakedness. She was pretty but not pretty like the girls he fucked at his house. She was simply cute in her own way.
He pulled out a gun from his waist belt, using the tip to raise her head to her eyes level.
Isabella's teary eyes clashed with Nikolai's cold ones. He looked like he was having fun while she stood, thighs pressed together in shame.
Silently, he traced the gun from her jaw down to her chest, slowly reaching her pebbled flesh.
The gun stopped on her right nipple and her breath hitched.
He began drawing small circular circles using the tip, and Bella felt something building up her throat but she bit down on the inside of her cheeks until she could taste the metal on her tongue.
Tears welled in her eyes, hot and fresh as they were replaced with each circle to her nipple.
She felt a pulse of heat blooming at her lower belly as Nikolai circled hard on her nipple.
"You're aroused." He said, noticing her hardened nipple.
Yes stupid, I am. Who wouldn't be when you play and rub on one of their sensitive buds.
Nikolai smirked, he was clearly having fun and would certainly kill her after. She wasn't worth his bed.
He traced the gun down again this time lower until the stopped at her entrance.
"Open," he commanded and Bella sprawled her legs without hesitation.
Her breathing grew frantic, her chest rising and falling at an unsteady rate. She could feel her pulse racing faster, blood going hot under her skin.
Nikolai placed the gun on her clit. He didn't thrust it inside, just left it on top, letting her wetness coat the metal.
"So fucking wet!" He said, eyes gleaming with mirth as he noticed how fast she was getting wet.
Bella hated how quickly her body was changing. She felt her toes curling hard, lips trembling as she forced down the shaky moans that almost tore from her throat.
Her clit pulsing underneath the gun was the worst.
Fuck!
She didn't know whether her body was reacting to the gun or the man who stood before her.
He was dangerously beautiful. His black raven hair that was slicked backwards with only a few strands falling in his eyebrows was everything.
His black eyes devoid of warmth, high cheek bones and chiseled jaw lines screamed danger but instead it pulled Isabella in.
If only he wasn't such a cruel man!
Suddenly, she felt him move the gun from her clit. The barrel was fully coated with her wetness as it dropped down to the floor.
Isabella stared at the gun with widened eyes. It was really shiny and dripping wet.
Had she done that?
She still couldn't believe it.
"You did good but it's not enough to change my mind!"
His words struck like lightning to her chest.
What? What did he mean by that?
He made her strip naked, touched her with a gun and now he's saying it's not enough!
How dare he? She saw red, her nose flaring.
"You don't just make me strip and go back on your words."
"Words? I never made a promise to keep you alive."
"Your father owed me money and he paid for it with his life. But you don't get to go free because you're his children. You have to pay the price of his sins too." His tone was stern, leaving no room for arguments.
"You must be fucking joking!" She wore her clothes fast, forfeiting her underwear and ignoring the lingering ache under her sex.
"I swear, if anything happens to my sister, you will pay dearly."
She hit his shoulders hard, walking past him just to hear a gunshot fly open, windows shattering.
She didn't have time to hide or duck. At the sound of the gun, her heart had already risen up her throat.
She was sure that the bullet was for her but then Nikolai's next actions shocked her.
He grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his arms and hid behind the closet before the bullet landed on her.
Or was it meant for him?
Her face landed on his chest, her nose taking in his dark vanilla scent. It was soothing but then something struck her...
He wasn't the one
that pulled the trigger, someone else did from outside but who and why?