Chapter 13

Arianna

J ust moments later, Nikolai enters my room. He opens his mouth to speak but I don't let him get further than that, cutting him off.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? Seducing me and trying to get me into bed when you're spoken for. You could have told me you have a wife," I yell.

"Kimiko is not my wife," he says infuriatingly calmly.

"Well, that hardly fucking matters, does it? You still brought another woman here. Just because you think I'll be bad in bed and you don't want to have sex with an inexperienced virgin doesn't mean that it's right to immediately go out and bring home a girlfriend, fuck buddy, or whatever the hell she is to you, to parade around in front of me and have sex with. I had every intention of telling you your precious information without you humiliating me further!"

Nikolai lets out a small chuckle, seemingly amused by my fury, which only serves to make me madder. I pick up a lamp from the bedside table, planning to hurl it at his smug head and tell him to fuck off.

"Kimiko is none of those things to me, my angry little kukolka, she's Endo's twin sister. She's family, the closest thing to a sister I have."

That throws me off guard and takes some of the wind out of my sails. She's Endo's sister, not Nikolai's lover. Mortification at what she must think of me threatens to overwhelm me, but I'm still furious with Nikolai, though not for any reason I can fully grasp.

"Don't call me that, I'm not your anything. You made it abundantly clear you don't want me," I snap.

"Is that what you think?" he asks stepping dangerously close to me, close enough that already I feel my body responding and my resolve weakening. "You think I don't want you?"

He takes the lamp from my grasp, letting it drop to the floor and closing the small gap between us so our bodies are pressed together. His proximity has my head spinning and the traitorous pussy between my legs pulsates and dampens in eager anticipation. My mind is overwhelmed by his presence, he's certainly implying now that he wants me. But if that were the case, he would have taken me earlier when he could.

"Yes, why else would you have rejected me the moment you found out I'm a virgin?" I say, extricating myself from his grasp and putting a small amount of space between us again in the hopes of clearing my mind.

He looks almost sad for a moment before the resolve returns to his eyes. "Because you will want more than I can give. I am not capable of loving you. Of giving you the tender, romantic first time you should have."

A bubble of laughter escapes from my lips and I raise an eyebrow at him. Nikolai looks utterly perplexed at my sudden shift in mood.

"Nikolai, you're hot and all, but I hardly think this is the start of some great romance. I barely know you. I don't want love or romance, I'm not some lovesick teenage virgin. I'm a grown woman with sexual desires. Desires that I haven't been able to act on because I've been imprisoned my whole life by an overbearing father determined to ensure I remain ‘pure'. I want my freedom, not to tie either of us down. I want to start a new life as someone who is nothing like the girl my father wanted me to be, and that includes having sex with whoever I want. And right now, that person is you," I add, feeling bold.

The muscle in his jaw twitches as he takes in my words, "Only me," he growls.

For all his talk of not wanting commitment, it seems the big bad Nikolai Kuzmin is jealous at the thought of me being with another man. The realization is quite thrilling. He bridges the gap between us once more, and this time I do nothing to stop him.

"Yes, only you," I reply, meaning every word.

Nikolai is the only man I've ever wanted like this. I want him so badly it hurts.

My admission is all the permission either of us needs to finally give in. He grabs me around the waist, lifting me so my toes barely graze the ground so our lips can meet, and passionately kisses me. I always thought the movies had it wrong or were exaggerating how a kiss can feel like fireworks, but that's exactly what this feels like. At first, it's almost tentative, but then the kiss deepens as our tongues greedily intertwine. When the kiss finally breaks, we're both panting with need and desperate for more.

He surprises me by releasing the hairclip I'm wearing, allowing my hair to tumble free and cascade down my back. He tugs my dress over my head, and I feel momentarily embarrassed. I'm wearing a rather plain white Calvin Klein bralette and pants set, not the sexiest underwear—though at least they match.

"You're so fucking beautiful, kukolka," he growls.

His words and the hungry look in his eyes embolden me once more and I unbutton his shirt to reveal his incredibly toned abs and the deep v that disappears into his trousers.

He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as he pulls my bralette off. I gasp as he takes my nipple in his mouth, expertly teasing it so it feels as though he's caressing me between my legs too. I let out a moan as I feel his hand caressing my ass and reaching through to stroke me through my soaking wet panties.

"So wet for me already?" he groans before carrying me over to the bed and laying me down on it.

He undoes his belt and pulls his pants down. I can see from the impressive bulge in his boxers that he's as turned on and ready as I am. He comes over to the bed and caresses me, slowly kissing and licking as he works his way down to my panties. He briefly looks up at me, a silent question for permission. I bite my lip and nod. He pulls them down and I eagerly arch my back, helping him. He kisses the tender skin on the inside of my thighs, teasing around the area but not touching me where I yearn for him to. His warm breath and the feeling of his strong hands caressing me is so exquisitely torturous.

Just when I think I can't take it any longer, he slides a finger into my slit, and his tongue expertly dances along my clit. The sensation is like nothing I've ever felt, and I buck and writhe against him, hungry for more.

"Oh my god, Nikolai, that feels so good," I murmur, as the climax builds inside me.

"Nikolai, I'm gonna cum," I moan.

He looks up at me with those incredible piercing turquoise blue eyes, exactly how my fantasies had pictured, and says, "Not until I say so, kukolka."

He increases the frequency of his thrusts and licks bringing me to the precipice before easing off and starting again so it feels as though each time the climax is going to come but only increases. It feels incredible and like I am going to explode if he doesn't let me fall over the edge.

"Oh god, Nikolai, please," I beg.

"Cum for me," he commands, and the orgasm comes tearing out of me as I finally release.

Shockwaves of pleasure spasm through me but it's not enough, I want more.

"Nikolai, please, I want you. Fuck me," I say breathlessly.

He finally removes his boxers, releasing the impressive erection inside. It's huge. Bigger than I expected and the brief concern of how it's going to fit inside me and if it will hurt crosses my mind. But more than that, I want him. I take him in my hand, gliding up and down the length of it, feeling how hard he is for me. He lets out a sharp breath and closes his eyes.

He moves so he is hovering above me, guiding his hardness toward my slit and rubbing it along the seam. He looks me in the eye, seeming to check for any last-minute change of mind. I grip his back, pulling him closer and he finally enters me slowly. There's a brief moment of pain where it feels too tight, too big, too everything. But then my body welcomes him, and the pain turns into unimaginable pleasure as he slowly glides in and out, filling me completely.

"You're so fucking tight," he groans.

Just as he knew what he was doing with his hands and mouth, he certainly knows what he's doing now. He again builds the climax inside of me changing tempo and I can feel the orgasm ready to explode. He brings me to the edge again and again until I feel like I can't take any more.

"Nikolai," I moan. "I can't… Oh god, I'm gonna…" I pant, unable to get the words out.

"It's okay, you can let go now."

"I want you to cum with me," I plead, "Please, cum with me."

Before he can reply, the toe-curling orgasm ripples through me and I cry out his name. "Oh god yes, Nikolai."

I feel him at the same time release inside me and he grunts out in pleasure, "Fuck, Arianna."

"Wow," I say, panting, sweating, and deliriously satisfied. "That was…" I can't even find the words to describe how incredible that felt. "Is it always like that?" I ask.

"No, it's not," he replies.

I look down and notice that his member is standing to attention. "Didn't you… erm… didn't you finish? Wasn't it good?" I ask, suddenly worried I was bad at it after all.

"It was better than good, and I came… but we're not finished," he says with a wicked gleam in his eye before showing me exactly how serious he is.