Chapter 37 Pervert?
Isabella didn't know where she was running to.
After she had ran out from the car, she rushed into the mansion that was right in front of her.
She held her fabric right at her chest and squeezed hard in an attempt to calm her erratic heart.
Her skin was prickling hot and fast with a need she didn't want to acknowledge.
Why was she feeling this intensely?
She had actually thought, her relationship with Nikolai as his sexual bed mate would be cold without all this feeling rushing hot at her veins.
But, he hadn't even fucked her yet and she was already melting into his touch.
What will happen if he finally decided he wanted to take her?
She shook her head, pushing away the thought as she froze on her feet.
Where was she actually going?
She didn't know.
The mansion was like a castle, almost like Nikolai's but she knew this was smaller.
She turned around to look for anyone who could direct her.
"Hey Anya!" She waved her hand as she spotted her at the top of the stairs.
"Ah! Isabella." She turned surprised to see Isabella flushed and looking she just had...
Isabella climbed to the top and met her, "um... Where do I stay?" She needed a place to calm and reset her brain.
This growing feelings—whatever they were, they had to stop!
"The second room when you take a right turn at this intersection." She directed, showing Isabella the intersection.
Anaya looked behind her, "Where's Nikolai?"
Isabella knitted her brows at the question.
She wasn't his baby sitter, how was she supposed to know where a big man like that was?
She had dashed out in a hurry, leaving him in the car...
"I don't know... Maybe he's somewhere hiding in the car."
Pfft.
"Anyways, thank you. I' appreciate it."
She smiled and was started to walk away when a loud dark voice made her freeze on the spot.
"I wonder who isn't happy to hear my name. Is that you, Isabel?" Nikola said as he climbed the stairs and moved past Anya and focused on Isabella.
"What's this? Why are you following me everywhere?" Isabella complained unable to stay close to him now because of the way her body still shivered and inside throbbing just at the sight of him.
"Actually, Bella,..." Anya began, clearing her throat, "You and Nikolai are going to share a room —"
What!
Isabella's eyes widened.
"What do you mean? I'm not sharing a room with this pervert —" she quickly pressed her lips into a thin line.
She didn't actually mean to spit that out. It had rushed out of her before she could catch it.
"Pervert?" His gaze darkened on her.
"Actually, Niko, that's not —"
"No need to defend or apologize. I might actually be a pervert. You will have the chance to find out tonight, if truly I'm a pervert."
Anya shook her head, trying to hide her amusement.
"I'm truly sorry, Isabella. But, Nikolai didn't inform us about a second person and the other rooms are on renovations. We will try and arrange one before the end of tomorrow."
"Ah!"Nikolai flung his hand in the air, dismissing her words, "That won't be necessary."
A smirk played on his lips as he wrapped an arm under Isabella's thighs and scooped her on his shoulders like a sack bag.
"Nikolai, let me go!" She thrashed against his torso hitting hard at his back.
Her chest was rising and falling heavily as embarrassment flooded her veins.
Anya was watching them and chuckling.
"I have legs, Niko!"
"Not needed. This pervert is fit enough to carry you!"
Holy cow!
Why did she have to call him a pervert?!
Nikolai didn't let go until he reached their room and dropped her on the bed.
He didn't move away, he held her wrist down with one hand, and use the other to trail down her cheeks and slipping right into her bra.
"You're hard." He revealed, as he felt her pebbled flesh under the his fingers.
Using his thumb and index finger, he rolled her nipple hard and twisted it.
"Pervert,huh?"
"Niko that's not... I really didn't mean it." She arched her back, pushing herself into his fingers.
Heat pooled hot between her inner thighs and she squeezed her thighs together.
Heat spread across her cheeks without permission.
"I'm sorry, Niko. Not a pervert. That was a slip of tongue."
"No, Isa," he leaned in breathing hot right into her ears, "It wasn't. I'm your pervert."
She felt his hot breath seeped into her skin and moving down to her core.
In less than an hour, she has melted and gotten wet under his touch.
This wasn't good.
She had to figure out how to control her body.
Nikolai squeezed her nipple just right and a throaty moan tore from her throat.
Hot. Wet. Needy.
As he pinched and twisted her nipples under his fingers, he enjoyed every bit of sensation and emotion he could wring from her.
His own dick was poking his trousers, forcing him to take her right there but he grunted right into her ears.
The deep sound made her own heart stuttered in sync as he dragged his hands from her nipples, leaving them hard, red and begging as he trailed wet kiss across her jaw, rubbing his stubble all over her face.
Nikolai didn't understand why his inner demons was making him lose himself around her.
It was maddening.
Painful.
And God help him, he never wanted it to stop.
Every time she was near he felt like drinking her, touching her and branding her with his mouth.
She was fucking his yet he didn't want to accept what was punching him straight at his gut.
"Fuck, Isa." He growled, drinking in her sweet flowery scent as he stuck out his tongue, licking all over her jawline and throat.
He pulled back immediately as he felt something leak through the tip of his dick.
The weight of what just happened slammed into him. A harsh breath punched out of his lungs.
He had felt it.
The hot, slick bead of pre-cum that leaked from the tip down his dick as soaked through his boxers the second he tasted her throat.
He asked his both hands through his hair, gripping hard enough as if trying to yank himself back from the edge before he did something irreversible.
By flipping her over, ripping her panties to the side and burying himself so deep she would scare his name until her voice gave out.
Fucking Isabella Blackwood.
A goddamn menace.
A fucking walking, breathing addiction wrapped in soft skin and sweet floral scent.
He knew it and still he couldn't stay away from her body.
Couldn't stop wanting to devour every inch of her until there was fucking nothing left to take.
"Fuck!" He bit out, the word low and wrecked.
He stood to his feet and walked to the bathroom before he did the irreversible, and slammed the door behind him to deal with the throbbing mess she made him become.
On the bed, Isabella lay there with a heaving chest, amd a trembling body like she had been electrocuted.
She had felt him hard against her thigh, felt the way his whole body had locked up with need… and then he just… pulled away?
Thinking no further, she slipped her fingers under her bra in pure instinct, her fingers finding her fat aching dark pink nipple.
It was still sensitive from his rough fingers.
She pinched it lightly, an immediate moan left her lips and she threw her head back against the pillows.
She squeezed her eyes shut as the wave of heat rolled through her.
Both of them were so fucking screwed.