𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 | 𝟏𝟖+

𝟐𝟑 | 𝐛𝐞𝐠

"Go to the living room, I need to change." His gaze travels south, and latches onto my exposed cleavage as he then swallows, and quickly looks away - almost like he doesn't know what to do with himself.

"Hombre estúpido," I speak under my breath with my mother's tongue as I comply with the rather cold demands of the Russian's and I make my way to the connected room. (translation - Spanish. "Stupid man.")

"Eso es bastante atrevido de ti," My body tenses, and my movements freeze as I hear Nikolai speak back to me, in Spanish. I never would have expected him to know how to speak any other language but English and his own, yet I'm left wrong once again. (translation - Spanish. "That's quite bold of you.")

I hear footsteps edging closer towards me, however I make no effort to move, not even when I sense his presence behind me or when he trails his calloused hand up my sides, goosebumps almost instantly rising from his touch.

Nikolai's breath is fluttering against my ear, clearly evident that he's leaning down on purpose to get a reaction out of me - one which I'm ensuring I'm not going to give. I'm not going to let him have his way with me again, not like the others times.

"You're not as stupid as I thought then." My voice hitches, yet I attempt to disguise it with a cough. Niko's hand grips onto my waist, squeezing it almost like he's telling me to control myself and my mouth.

I don't do that.

"You're always leaving me confused about you, Niko." I hum, and he squeezes my waist even harsher than the last time. My body is desperate to give into his antics, yet I don't allow myself to.

"Walk to the living room, amor." Nikolai's breath fans my ear as he speaks, and I feel the inside of my thighs rub together, also know remembering that I didn't put any underwear on.

Almost like I don't have any control of my body, I walk to the living room and Nikolai doesn't fail to continue holding onto me - almost like he believes I'll run away if he gives me an ounce of freedom.

As I stand in the middle of the room, like a lost girl who has no idea what she's doing, Nikolai released his grasp on me and sits down onto the white couch. He adjusts himself with his hips, and I can't help but look down towards his lap only to be met with the prominent bulge of his.

Fuck me.

"Let's talk, angel." Nikolai tilts his head, his eyes maintaining intense contact with mine as I find whatever words to say to him in response to his demand. I never managed to realised how insistent Nikolai is, just like how I never knew how submissive I could be.

"When's your daddy making you marry your pathetic husband?" Nikolai perks an eyebrow up, and my breath hitches in my throat as I take in what he's just asked me. I'm not rattled by how he knows this is an arranged marriage, considering the acts we've both taken part in, yet I didn't believe he would care to even ask about it.

"I'm not obeying you by answering your dumb questions." I perk an eyebrow back, and cross my arms in front of my chest.

Tension creeps it's way in between us, even if we were a mere metre apart, I feel us being forcefully pulled together as Nikolai narrows his eyes towards me, and I maintain my stubbornness in front of him.

"You say that yet you always manage to obey all of my orders whenever I'm bringing you close to an orgasm. Whoever knew that the leader of the mafia could be such a slut for someone who's not their fiancée," Nikolai smirks at me, and anger rattles through me.

My eyes glance down to his, despite his irritating presence, I'm captivated by everything about him. Nikolai is no doubtingly perfect, yet he enlightens a sense of hatred I've never felt for anyone before.