Chapter 53 Swollen & Sorry
The words left Isabella's lips in a loud whisper.
Her skin was crawling with desires, itching and compelling her to submit and lay on her back.
Yet, the throbbing ache between her legs set her mind in motion.
His mouth had just been in between her legs a few hours ago and now he wanted to eat her out again?
She shook her head, not dreading the feeling but she knew she wouldn't be able to walk again if he tried to put his mouth on her swollen core.
It was already bad she couldn't walk properly, did he want to traumatize her?
She shook her head again, her eyes stinging at the back of her head, threatening to let down tears.
She searched Nikolai's eyes for anger, for the slow-burning fury of the man who owned every inch of her.
It would be understandable if he got angry and threatened her with her sister's life just as he had always done for her to give into his demands.
Instead of anger, fury or the lethal annoying gaze that he always used around her, she noticed how his eyes softened, followed by a gentle caress on her exposed thighs from where her dress had ridden up.
I'm so sorry baby girl," his voice that was gentle and filled with affection made its way to Isabella's heart, causing a turmoil there as he continued, " I thought when you said you were fine, you were really fine. Forgive me, Malyshka."
His kept drawing slow circles on her thighs and each roll of his fingers sent an electric shock of pleasure fluttering in her stomach.
Isabella couldn't believe her eyes.
Nikolai was kneeling in front of her and apologizing to her.
She swallowed hard, her lips were dry so she licked them.
Sticking out her tongue to dab her dry lips, she didn't notice the glint of dark desires that shone in Nikolai's eyes as he watched her perform her unknowing seductive act.
Moving past her actions, he felt his dick pulse harder, trying to free itself out of the cage of his trousers.
"Does it hurt?" He asked tenderly, his eyes not focused on her face, but the space in between her legs.
Her legs were drawn close after she said she was sore.
"Can I see it?"
Isabella didn't know what to say to his two words.
It might be ridiculous and weird that she was sore and swollen when he hadn't fucked her yet, and she wished to bury herself for being so weak.
Maybe it was because it was her first time of experiencing an immeasurable amount of pleasure five times that she fell into a sloppy sleep.
Nikolai on the other hand was internally cursing himself for pushing his baby girl too hard.
He ignored the fact she was fragile and little despite her brassy and feisty attitude.
He kept rubbing his fingers on her smooth thighs until Isabella asked softly,
"You won't put your mouth there and only look at it?" her tone coming out lower than intended.
Damn! She didn't like how she was sounding like a broken girl.
"Yes. Only look and won't even feel it." He assured her.
Isabella stared at his face one last time, he had a clean shave, his jaws were relaxed and his eyes were boring into hers enigmatically.
Isabella tore her gaze from him, throwing her head to the side, she slowly opened her legs for him to see.
Nikolai's fingers on her thighs, helped open her up properly until he got a full view of her nether region.
His heart stuttered, a flash of guilt appeared in his eyes before it was masked with concern.
He had been eating her out like a ravenous caveman having his first meal in centuries.
Now he understood why Isabella called him a caveman.
Her clit was terribly swollen, plump and bright red, as if it had double its normal size. The skin around her lips looked inflamed.
Nikolai took in all the details even as her clit still throbbed with even the slightest air that felt like he had given her a languid lick.
His jaw clenched so hard that a muscle ticked in his cheek.
The rest of her sex was puffy too, her outer lips were flushed dark pink, her inner fold still parted and glistening but her clit was what looked truly punished—ravaged— as if he was trying to suck her soul.
A low, rough sound scraped out his throat, "Fuck, Isa..." His voice came out graveled, "it's so fucking swollen." He thought that the effects would wear off soon since he had cleaned her up but that was likely the opposite.
He had never put his mouth on any lady's sex organ, so he had no full knowledge about it.
How was he going to take care of her? He didn't have the knowledge and going to the hospital was not an option since he was a terrorist staying undercover in London because of crimes he committed years ago.
Aleksandr and Anya were his only options since they had established their lives and territories here.
Another muscle in his jaw ticked because he didn't want to meet them after Anya had pushed her into the pool.
Isabella's breath hitched when he caught his furrowed brows and tried closing her legs again on instinct.
He must certainly be disgusted? She contemplated.
Why did she even care? If he was disgusted, isn't that more of a chance for her to escape from him? For her to still keep her virginity?
Even though it was true she couldn't ignore her heart that stung at the idea that he was disgusted with her.
The corners of her eyes prickled with tears, and she didn't get the time to fully close her legs when Nikolai covered her legs with her dress that was bunched at her waist.
"I went too fucking hard." He rasped, guilt visible in his tone.
Isabella found herself shaking her head, "It's okay, I'm fine."
"No it's not!" He snapped and Isabella's shoulders quivered.
"You're literally hurt here because of me. I should have controlled myself. Fuck!" He rasped, threading one of his hands through the thickness of his black strands.
He felt so bad that he wished to pull each strand out.
"I just have to rest for a few days. I promise I'm okay." She said truthfully.
Other than the ache, she felt in between her legs that was slowly subsiding, she knew there was nothing to be worried about.
She was a woman well versed with woman anatomy/biology.
She didn't go to school but she had studied parts of it when she was applying to work in a club.
"Do you still want to have a bath?" Nikolai's question, drew her back to the present and she nodded.
He patted her cheeks and stood to his full height, "The weather is a bit abnormal and now it's freezing cold. Wait a minute, I will get a maid to attend to you."
Isabella opened her mouth to protest but before she could say a word, Nikolai was already out of the room.
Her lips sealed in an instant.
Isabella's eyes fell to her hands that played interchangeably on her laps, her mind drifting to Nikolai's new attitude.
Did staying away for a week, alter his brain resolve? She muttered in a low breath.
She didn't understand his actions but she wasn't going to fight it either when his actions were a pathway leading to her ambition.
She firmly believed now that her chances of escaping had skyrocketed.
She will escape with her sister and never look back!