Chapter 75: Going Back To Moscow

Huh!

Isabella let herself stay still for a moment.

Did she hear him correctly?

Like Moscow, Moscow...

Throughout the past week, she had never felt elated for anything except the day she spoke to Daisy.

Now, a wide smile was dancing on her face.

"Are you serious?" She asked, happiness biting at her skin.

"Yes. My work here is done."

Nikolai said, his eyes roaming across Isabella's outfit.

His dark gaze raked over the oversized sweater swimming on her frame, tracing down to the area of her bare thigh exposed above her high-knee socks.

His black eyes darkened instantly with lust.

In his mind, she looked devastatingly cute—so soft, small, and entirely feminine in his space.

He loved this side of her.

Even the little golden stands of her hair that framed her small face didn't go unnoticed by him.

A possessive heat rushed straight to his groin, his heart hammering against his ribs at the sight of her.

Every protective, obsessive instinct in his body flared to life, urging him to claim her right then and there.

Isabella didn't say a word.

But she noticed the way he was looking at her.

It brought goosebumps on her skin.

The raw, unhinged hunger flashing in his eyes made a violent shiver run down her spine.

She gulped down a nervous breath.

He wasn't even trying to mask the way he was looking like her.

Like he was a mountain cat who had finally caught a mouse.

He took a step closer to her but she immediately stepped aside again.

Clearing her throat, she avoided his dark eyes that made her skin come alive even when her body was supposed to be obeying her and not him.

"I will go have breakfast now."

Without waiting for him to say anything, she rushed out from the room and shut the door close.

Outside, she steadied her rushed breathing then went down for breakfast.

She ate her breakfast quickly.

Bacons. Sausages. Sunnyside up eggs. Orange juice.

She went back to the room she shared with Nikolai and began packing.

He had already left.

Soon, nighttime reached.

She was done packing. Coming to London she didn't have any luggage box but now she had not one but two boxes.

Anya's handwork.

She didn't even realize that they almost emptied a boutique when they went shopping.

The new clothes she hadn't even worn were too much.

But she didn't complain.

She quickly freshened up and changed her clothes.

She didn't want Nikolai looking at her like she was a desert.

Most importantly, she didn't want him telling her that she was trying to seduce him with her clothes.

So she picked a very formal outfit.

Long jeans with a fitted top.

Then the door opened.

Nikolai was already dressed.

Not formal but something better.

A casual wide leg black pants paired with a white shirt that wasn't tucked in but rather let loose.

He wore casual clothes but he didn't look casual.

He was exuding a very masculine scent that Isabella loved terribly much.

He was a man. Big and wide that no matter which type of clothes he wore he dominated a space.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, I am."

"Good, I'm quite hungry but would have a drink on the plane." He said, his gaze fixed on her top, hiding what he was parched for.

Weird! What did that have to do with her?!

She shrugged her shoulders,

"No problem."

Their luggage was carried by a maid.

Anya and Aleksandr decided to follow them to Aleksandr privately owned airport to bid their final Goodbyes.

Well...

The goodbyes were basically just Anya and Isabella hugging each other, almost crying that they would miss each other.

But then Anya told her not to worry that she would surely visit, then cast a sharp glance at Aleksandr, 'with or without him, I'm coming to Moscow.'

Nikolai and Isabella entered the already waiting plane.

Nikolai was on a seat typing whatever on his laptop while Isabella was lying on a couch to sleep.

The first time she was on this plane, she was angry and frustrated but now she was happy because she couldn't wait to see her little sister again.

Then she felt a presence looming over her.

She looked towards her side.

Nikolai was standing there with a heated gaze.

She sat upright, "what do you want?" She asked flatly.

Sleep was what she wanted right now.

"I told you I was going to have a drink on the plane. Take off your top." He commanded, taking a seat beside her.

She felt his huge weight sinking the couch and she shifted slightly on her side.

"W-What do you mean? If you want a drink there's a wine cellar over there. You can have whatever you want."

His dark eyes dilated.

He didn't say a word to her, picked her up and sat her on his lap so that she was straddling him now.

A shocking gasp tore from her throat.

"W-What are you d-doing?" She stuttered, her eyes blown wide.

"Like I said I'm hungry."

He tore open her top roughly then proceeded to do the same to her yellow lace bra when she covered herself.

"You can't just do something like this, Nikolai. We're on a plane. This is an open place. A flight attendant could decide to pass this area."

"That can be easily resolved."

"Huh?"

"Just moan loud enough for no one to dare come in here."

"Nikolai that's— Ah!"

He pushed her hands away and unclasped her bra.

He held her hands so she wouldn't cover herself while watching the bra fall slowly from her chest revealing her twin peaks.

A cold shiver skittered down her spine, her cheeks flushed red watching Nikolai stare at her breast lustfully.

With a shaky gasp from her and a dip of his head, she felt his hot tongue searing her left nipple.

Instinctively, her back arched towards him allowing him more access to suck her more.