Chapter 85 Lost The Rights To Control Me

Chapter 85 Lost The Rights To Control Me
"Nikolai where are you taking me to? Let me go!!!" She held the stairs banister refusing to move an inch.

But her strength was way too little compared to what was pulsing in Nikolai's body.

She turned back, staring with hot teary eyes at Daisy as she was standing beside Natalya.

Her heart shattered. She was supposed to be hugging her sister after weeks of not being with her and now Nikolai was taking that moment away from her.

She dragged herself downwards but Nikolai's strong hand around her wrist pushed her up.

She started hitting his hands with her other freehand but Nikolai was still unmoving.

Instead, he carried her into his arms, then looked over his shoulders,

"Natalya, take the girl to her room. Have a goodnight."

"What no?! Wait! My sister. Nikolai wait!!! I want to speak to my sister. Let me fucking go, you damn fucking bastard. My sister needs me!"

"No, she doesn't," he tightened his hold under her thighs.

"This is so fucking ridiculous." She muttered under her breath because yet again her resolve was slipping past her.

Nikolai's warm smell was dulling her senses.

She didn't even want to think about what she had done.

He deserved it and if it were possible she would slap him again.

He was so ruthless and heartless.

Still thrashing weakly and hitting him relentlessly, Nikolai's body was going rigid. Not from pain but from the sheer fact that blood was rising dangerously at his groin.

He was getting hard. He was already hard.

And if Isabella felt like she could talk and even dare to slap him then he had other ways to deal with her.

Maybe, he would start by making use of her filthy mouth. Or he could torture her and make her bleed out.

Nikolai pushed open a room door and dropped Isabella on the bed.

She didn't give a glance around the room but as soon as her feet touched the cold bed, she sprang up to feet, trying to rush out of the door but Nikolai held her by the waist, stopping her.

"Fucking stay still, Isabella." He growled, the sound rumbling in his chest like he was a trapped monster.

"No, Nikolai I won't. I want to see my sister. No! I need to see my sister. You don't have the right to control me anymore. I warned you. I told you. You gave me your promise. You fucking lied to me, Nikolai. Now, get out of my way because I would definitely slap the shit out that fucking smile on your face. Now move!"

She tired running again, still futile.

"I've had enough of your nonsense. You killed Samuel and didn't even tell me what you did to his body. Hell! You didn't fucking let me grief. You forced me to reign in my tears. I couldn't fucking cry for my friend. You're such a heartless monster. Fucking move!" She slammed her hand on his chest, struggling and digging to escape but Nikolai was like a rock, big and unmoving.

But his eyes had turned to slits at the mention of another man's name.

"You still care about that bastard, Isa. You keep forcing my hands. And right now, I might just fucking give in. My blood lust is so high that I would make you bleed the fuck out, if you do not shut your fucking mouth up."

Isabella scoffed. She's had enough of his nonsense. Keeping calm and staying put for some sick moments was only for the protection of her sister.

But he was the one who fucking broke the promise not her. So she would say and do whatever the fuck she wanted.

No one should stop her.

Not even the man named Nikolai who looked like he had come from the devil's soul.

She disregarded his words, "Then why don't you fucking do it?! Keep to your words Nikolai. If you say you're going to do something then fucking do it, cause' right now I don't give a flying fuck about your damn fucking words. All you do is talk. All you do is threaten me. You promised me on the plane! You fucking promised me and my sister went missing, Nikolai. She went missing right under the nose of your fucking guards. And they didn't let me go to her. They didn't let me leave. My sister was in danger while I let you suck on my damn titties. I fucking hate you, I hate you!"

She was crying now, her tears were running down her cheeks profusely. Her hands that were hitting at his chest had gone weak.

Her punches did little to nothing effects on him.

Nikolai stiffened.

He had a different thought to punish her tonight because she had dared to slap him but right now he wasn't feeling like it anymore.

Right now, he would even let her carve out his heart and serve it to the gods.

He had brought her to his playroom to tie her hands and gag her but he couldn't do it anymore.

Not when she was angry, crying and shaking so violently she would have fallen to her knees if not for his hands that held her steady by her waist.

Grunting deeply, he pulled her closer to his chest, her head resting on him while she sobbed loudly on his chest.

Isabella didn't push him away. His smell was comforting and her body was already weak.

She was shaking, shuddering with every loud sob that escaped her.

Nikolai's hands came at the back of her head, stroking gently, while the molten dark emotions began spreading through his chest.

The room was dark not too dark because it was a red room.

But Isabella hadn't even taken in the details of the room.

She was rather vehement on leaving to see her sister.

Her chest constricted as her crying grew tremendous, when she found it hard to take a single breath in.

Nikolai could feel her tears, she was crying and he didn't like it.

He loved when she cried because she looked cute but not this kind of tears. This kind of tears made him want to suffocate every living being so she could breathe properly.

'I'm such a fucking fool. I cursed this man out and here I am, crying on his damn soothing chest. My tears are falling harder, I can't even control them and for some reason, I like his hands on my head. His's stroking me nicely and warmly. But still, I can't forgive him. I won't forgive him.' came Isabella's thought but then she froze completely—

"I'm sorry, Isa."

What?

Wait what?

Did he just—

"I'm so fucking sorry, Isa." He apologized again, his voice low and deep, reaching the depths of Isabella's heart.

She pulled away from him just a smidge and he let her,

Nikolai's eyes landed on her face.

They were crimson red, snorting coming out incessantly from her nose. Her ears were red. Her jade-like green eyes stained with redness because of her deep cries.

She stared at Nikolai's face. His eyes had darkened turning into a pitch-black abyss that held no more of that dangerous anger.

Instead, they were filled with a heavy, painful look she had never seen on him before.

The ruthless monster was completely gone.

"You're lying," Isabella whispered, her voice cracking as she hiccuped, trying to force the air back into her lungs.

Nikolai didn't yell. He didn't even tighten his grip. He just reached up with one huge hand, his thumb gently wiping away the hot tears that kept spilling over her red cheeks.

Then he pulled her back gently into his arms again, rubbing softly the hairs at the back of her head.

And Isabella allowed it because her head was turning dizzy. She wanted to sleep.

Tomorrow morning, she would see Daisy. With or without Nikolai's permission.

Soon, Isabella drifted into slumber. Her body was still shaking. She was still crying but she was in a deep sleep now.

Nikolai closed his eyes for a moment listening to the steady, broken rhythm of her breathing.

He could feel her small body relaxing against him, completely exhausted from her heavy crying.

He didn't move for a long time, afraid that if he shifted , it would wake her up from her deep slumber.

He just kept his large hand buried in the back of her hair, holding her securely against his chest while the dim red light of the playroom cast shadows.

After some time, he carried her out of the playroom and went into his room.

His room was much warmer.

He moved and laid her down on his king sized bed.

Isabella whined in her sleep, her small brows pulling together as if she felt the loss of his warmth.

He didn't stay beside her, he pulled the heavy blankets over her trembling shoulders.

After making sure Isabella was well settled, he went to his office to smoke and drink his lungs away.

His urge to kill someone was running high because
he was furious. He had no other way to dispel the dark, cold rage that settled deep in his chest.

Blunts and Alcohol would have to suffice for a while...