Chapter 41
Chapter 41
Elena’s POV:
Nikolai sighs, “It’s not anything too serious. You might even laugh if I told you the real reason.”
Thook my brow. “All the more reason to tell me then.”
Nikolai lets out a wry smile. “I just have this habit since childhood. Because every time I told someone my favorite thing, Dmitri would somehow find out, and it wouldn’t be mine anymore. Happened to my favorite shoes, car, shirt, even a water bottle.” He winced.
And even though he’d expected me to laugh, I don’t. “Damn. That sounds really annoying.”
Nikolai chuckles. “Does it?”
“Honestly. I can’t believe I wanted a little sibling. I wouldn’t have been able to tolerate that. You have a lot of patience,” I say, and his eyes lock on mine. A slow smirk spreads on his face then, and the atmosphere shifts at a startling pace.
“Oh? You must be mistaken. I’m actually a very impatient man,” he says as he moves closer to me, gripping my chin with his thumb and index finger as he smiles and leans in for a kiss.
My heart beats loud in my chest as his tongue invades my mouth, and in a second he’s on me, pinning me to the bed, which causes a loud, startling creak that makes my eyes widen.
“Nikolai. Mom will–hear,” I try to say as I push him back.
He huffs, pulling back, then looking toward the door, which was closed and locked.
“I doubt that. She looked exhausted,” Nikolai tries to reason, but I shake my head.
“The walls are very thin,” I plead, feeling my face heat up at the thought of Mom knowing what we were doing. With the way Nikolai moves during sex, knew for a fact that the bed would creak loud enough for mom to hear,
He sighs then, getting up as he looks around, his eyes stopping on the carpet. He tilts his head, then looks at me, a smile growing on his face. “Well… then let’s just get off the bed.”
“Huh—” Before I can even stop him, his arms grip my hips, pulling me up. I reflexively wrap my legs around his waist, and he’s capturing my lips as he falls down onto his knees and pins me down onto the carpeted ground.
His soft lips press against mine in a heated kiss, and I don’t even think about the fact that we’re on the floor now. Not that it would matter. I vacuumed the carpet in the morning, so I knew it was clean.
I gasp into the kiss when I feel his hot hands glide up my skin, inside my top, and grab onto my right breast, squeezing it and making my body shudder.
He tweaks my nipple as our tongues fight for dominance–a fight I’m definitely losing by the way my mind keeps going blank.
Our breaths are heavy when we finally break apart from the kiss, his gaze searing into me as he pushes back onto his knees, his eyes raking over every inch of my skin.
He bends down then, pushing my shirt up completely as he takes my other nipple into his mouth, and his hand slides into my shorts, making me buckle. I hadn’t worn any underwear. Knowing what was to come.
My spine arcs as he splits me onto his finger, not taking it slow. No, this time it feels like he’s hungry to devour me, and that thought makes me even more turned on.
In no time, two of his fingers are pushing inside of me, making me moan while his thumb rubs at my clit. Sparks of electricity shoot up my spine. “Niko Enough,” I pant, feeling like I’m going to fall off the edge. I didn’t want to come first this time.
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He pauses then, pulling back as his chest heaves up and down. A slow, dangerous smirk splits his lips as he asks, “What do you want me to dep
I bite my lip, seeing the mischievous glint in his eyes that makes my heart race as I retort, “You know what.”
He shakes his head as his fingers slowly-
ly slow–piston into me as he looks down. “I need the exact words, Malishka.”
God, this was irritating. I feel my face blush as I turn to look away and say, “Fuck me.”
“What was that? I didn’t hear you.” He grabs
chin and turns it to him so that I’m looking directly at him as he smiles. “Louder, Malishka.
I finally can’t take it anymore as I push myself up and glide my palm onto his torso and down into his trousers to grab his cock, making him grunt. My thumb presses down onto the crown where precum is accumulated, and I rub it, making him shudder as I hiss out, “Stop fucking with me, and start fucking me Nikolai Vetrov.”
His lips quirk into a smile even as his face looks like he’s barely holding back, before he pushes me back onto the carpeted floor and says, “Fine. You asked for it.”
He hooks my knees up onto his shoulders and then, without even a single warning, he plunges directly into me, making me scream.
His hand is on mine, muffling my moans as I clench onto him, making him grunt.
“Shh… wouldn’t want mother dearest finding out,” he
says,
even as he pulls out and plunges into me again.
“Oh–fuck!” My mind goes blank, my head buzzing as heat crawls up my back, and he hits that one spot that has me seeing stars and pushes me off the edge instantly.
“Niko! Wait–fuck, I just came!” I try to push him back, even as he continues his assault on my clit, and this guy actually chuckles.
“I only just entered and you’re already coming?” He bends down then, his last words whispering into my ears, “Such a slut.”
And oh my god, the way those words make me shudder with pleasure. I would be mortified if I were in my right mind. But right now, as the sensitivity blends into the background and my senses once again start buzzing in heat, I don’t care. No… in fact, I like it.
Only his tip remains inside before he plunges back in, deeper than ever before, and a loud moan escapes me as I slap my hand over my mouth to muffle my moans.
He keeps up the rhythm, fast and brutal, my legs close to my shoulder as he folds me and plunges into me deep. In no time I’m already close to my second orgasm. My legs feel like they’re going to be bruised by how tight he’s holding onto them as he clenches his jaw and drives into me, his cock pulsing–and that’s how I know he’s close to coming as well.
“Still think I’m not good in bed?” he asks, an edge to his voice, and my clouded mind barely has the capacity to process it. When had I said he wasn’t?
The world shifts around me then as he pulls me up onto his lap, holding my waist in a vice grip as he makes me ride him—and this time, muffling my own voice would probably be useless when the whole room smells and sounds like sex. Wet slapping noises echoing shamelessly.
I forget his question till he asks again. “Not answering again?” he says, and my eyes widen when he pulls me closer and bites my shoulder. Not just a nibble. An actual fucking bite–and that mix of pain and pleasure tips me right off the edge, making me clench down on him as I orgasm, and he’s not far behind, spilling into me as he kisses the area he just bit down on.
