Chapter 42 A kiss...
Isabella was flushed against his bricked chest.
His scent was intoxicating for her senses and his dick was poking hot under her.
Her arms were wrapped around his neck as he leaned in on her.
A deep hungry groan rumbled from his chest as he went back to destroying her neck with his mouth.
Her sweet scent was addicting, he couldn't have enough as he could suck her neck from morning to night.
One of his hands palmed her swollen and hypersensitive breast again while the other dug into her waist holding her in place as he licked her neck thoroughly.
His wet tongue trailed up to her jaw, biting and sucking while drawing sensitive circles on her waist with his rough thumb.
"Ahh!" A broken moan tore from her as he slid up her cheeks, licking her dried tears.
Her reddened core began begging for his attention again.
She titled her neck, allowing him more access as he trailed dangerously close to her lips.
Isabella's blood bubbled hot, as he kissed the corners of her lips and for a moment she thought he was going to kiss her.
And for the barest truth, she didn't think she would have the strength to stop him or resist his permeating heat that made her want him more now.
He pulled back shortly, his mouth red and swollen and the look in his eyes was raw, feral and utterly consumed.
Eyes dark as midnight storm clouds locked onto hers with a predatory hunger that made her pulse stutter afresh.
It wasn't only desire that clouded his gaze but also possession like he had tasted her soul with every part of body and now wanted to have the rest.
His chest fell and rose in an unsteady rhythm. A low unsatisfied growl vibrated in his throat as he traced her lips with his thumb.
A mewl escaped from her lips as she looked at him with the same needy hunger except hers were less intense than his.
"You taste like sin...and I'm already addicted." His breath warmed against her heated cheeks.
"Niko..." She slurred with a whisper.
"He opened her lower lips with his thumb, "I need a kiss, Isa. Just one." He begged.
Isabella's knees went weak against him as her arms around him tightened, she couldn't answer.
She wanted it too but at the same time she was scared because that was the only place he hadn't claimed and she still had control of herself.
A tear instead left her eyes because she didn't know what to do, her nerves were pushing her to do it and it was painful to her ribs as she was still hesitating.
"Please..." He begged like a man deprived of his favourite things.
"I will give you whatever... Let me taste those lips of yours... What do you want in exchange?" His voice went beyond a pleading tone as it cracked, raw and stripped bare, like the words were being torn from somewhere deep and wounded inside of him.
His hands trembled on her lips, not from restraint but from the sheer force from holding himself back because he had given her his word.
"Please..." he breathed again and her insides shattered.
Another tear slipped free from her eyes, trailing down her cheeks. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, biting inside his skin.
She was scared. She was aching from desire. And God's help her she wanted... She wanted his lips on hers too.
She mistakenly took in her lower lips in her mouth, and his finger slipped in to. Before she could release it, he thrust his fingers deeper.
"Niko..." Her voice was inaduible.
Only a breathy moan was heard.
Nikolai didn't wait for her to suck his fingers, he moved it inside her mouth, tracing every corner of her mouth before he brought it out.
Her mouth was still open, a drool dropping between them as she watched with hazy eyes what he was intended on doing.
Fresh heat pooled hot in her low abdomen once more when Nikolai sucked his finger that just explored her mouth.
"Niko!" She shrieked in anxiety.
Her mouth that still held her morning breath. She didn't know whether she had them but still she was scared that they were smelling.
"Taste so fucking divine."
His words brought her back.
"Do you hate me that much, Isa?" he stroked her cheeks with the same fingers that were in his mouth.
"Niko I... I-I..." She couldn't herself to say those words.
Truthfully she wasn't sure she hated him. She just didn't like the way he threatened her with her sister's life.
She was aware of the way her body reacted whenever he was around and she focused on controlling the forbidden desires but now...
Her resolve was slipping away like they weren't there.
He pushed her forward as his rubbed on her soft ass cheeks.
Then, he ducked his head and sucked on one fat nipples, swelling his tongue around it and pulled it long until it left his lips.
He sucked and pulled at her nipples before moving up to her heated cheeks and took in the flesh in his mouth.
"Does my actions repulse you?"
She shook her head. It ignited all the flames in her body.
Fresh tears were falling profusely.
"Then why are you crying, Isa? Why won't you grant this one wish of mine. I've promised to give you everything you want—"
"Even my freedom?" She asked and gulped nervously.
Anger slithered in his eyes like he just heard a forbidden word.
A muscle ticked in his jaw.
"Freedom?" The word came out low, venomous, like tasting poison on his tongue. "You think that's still on the table, Isa?"
Fresh tears spilled faster now, hot tears burning down her temples, but she didn't look away. Couldn't.
His gaze pinned her as surely as his body did—chest heaving, every muscle coiled like a predator deciding whether to strike or savor.
Nikolai exhaled sharply through his nose, the sound rough, almost pained. He leaned in closer,his forehead pressing to hers, hot breath mingling in ragged bursts.
"I would give you anything but...freedom?" His voice dropped to a gravel whisper, edged with something raw and terrifying.
"That would mean you, walking away from me. Letting someone else even dream of touching what's mine."
His voice dropped lower, "And I wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone who dreams of touching you. You're exclusively mine."
"But—"
But he had other ladies. Was this how he behaved with all of them? Like he literally couldn't breathe without them?
A slight hurt pricked at her chest at the thought of Nikolai begging and pleading for a lady as he did her.
"Freedom isn't a bargain I can make. Forget I ever asked for a kiss," he rasped, the anger fracturing into something deeper, more vulnerable.
He pulled away from her, placing her directly on the bed and walked away.