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“What?”
"I just saw her walking out of your room, a satisfied look plastered on her face! I've had enough of this. Take me home. I don’t want to be around you anymore. I’m tired of your sick games! With those words, I wrench my shoulders free from his grip and unleash a resounding slap across his face, the force reverberating through the air.
To my surprise, Nikolai remains unfazed. In one swift motion, he lifts me effortlessly and hurls me onto the bed. He climbs on top of me, firmly restraining my hands above my head with a single hand. I am immobilized, unable to break free. His face looms close to mine, our gazes locked in a fierce battle of wills. Seizing a moment of deception, I feign an attempt to kiss him, only to sink my teeth into his lower lip, drawing blood.
"Fuck! Adalina, you bit me!" He hastily wipes his mouth with his free hand, a mix of surprise and pain etched on his face.
"Get off of me!" I demand, my voice laced with anger and frustration.
"No. Not until you calm the fuck down. And for your information, even though it's none of your business, I did not sleep with Tatyana. She barged into my room uninvited and climbed into my bed, but I immediately kicked her out."
"She claimed you were hers," I retort, fully aware of their history as casual partners.
"She's a damn liar. I belong to no one. Sure, I've slept with her a few times in the past, but not since I met you. I haven't been with anyone else since I met you!" His voice is filled with conviction.
"I don't believe you!" I protest, my frustration mounting. Desperate to escape his grip, I thrust my hips forward, unintentionally pressing against his groin, feeling the undeniable hardness there.
"Let me..." I begin to say, but my words are silenced as his mouth crashes upon mine, claiming me in a fierce and passionate kiss. His tongue invades my mouth with an urgency that matches the hunger in his eyes. The kiss is raw, rough, and brimming with need, accompanied by a primal growl that resonates deep within him.
I respond eagerly, our lips and tongues intertwining with equal need, succumbing to the intoxicating taste and desire that flows through our connection. He presses his hardened cock against me, the friction sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core. I can feel the wetness between my legs, aching for him. With one swift motion, he tears off the t-shirt that clings to my body, exposing my breasts to his hungry gaze.
His hands hold me firmly in place as his mouth descends upon my breasts, his lips and tongue setting my skin ablaze. The sensation of his grinding against my clit sends waves of ecstasy through me, causing my breath to quicken and my moans to escape. In an instant, my panties are ripped away, and his mouth ravishes my most intimate parts, his tongue delving deep inside me, igniting a fire that consumes my senses.
I explode in a powerful orgasm, my hips bucking against his face as I ride the wave of pleasure. My voice escapes in a throaty moan, his name a prayer on my lips. As I come down from the peak, Nikolai sheds his briefs, and with one forceful thrust, he fills me completely. The initial sting is softened by my own arousal, allowing us to move together in a brutal dance of shared desire.
His lips find mine once more, the taste of our union lingering as we kiss passionately, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. Another wave of pleasure washes over me, causing me to clench tightly around him, coaxing out his own moans of ecstasy. I wrap my legs around his waist, matching his every thrust, as our connection intensifies. I reach climax once more, my pussy gripping him tightly, milking him for all he's worth.
He collapses gently on top of me, still buried deep within, the tenderness of the moment contrasting with the raw passion we've shared. We remain entwined, our bodies and hearts racing, as the softening of his cock signals our lovemaking is coming to an end. Yet, he doesn't withdraw, maintaining the closeness and intimacy between us.
Nikolai's eyes glazed over as he made love to me, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was even present. It was as if he was going through the motions to find relief, devoid of any emotion or intimacy. Was this a race to the finish line for him? Was he even enjoying this? I couldn't feel the gentle, loving man I had met in the club. He had disappeared, replaced by a machine focused solely on the physical act. As the first man I had been intimate with, I couldn't help but wonder if this was how all men responded, or if Nikolai was truly a sociopath.
Nikolai's eyes glazed over as we made love, leaving me to question his presence in the moment. It seemed as though he was merely going through the motions, seeking physical release without any emotional or intimate connection. Was this encounter simply a means to an end for him? Was he even enjoying it? I couldn't sense the gentle and affectionate man I had initially encountered at the club. He had vanished, replaced by an unfeeling stranger solely focused on the physical aspect. Being my first intimate experience, I couldn't help but wonder if this was a typical response from men or if Nikolai is truly a sociopath.
"Fuck Adalina," he whispers, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and regret. "What have you done to me?"
I find myself running my hands through his dark, tousled curls, my fingers delicately tracing the contours of his scalp. In this moment, as our bodies are close together, I'm overwhelmed by an indescribable feeling. It's more than just attraction; it's a deep and profound connection that defies all reason and logic. It's love.
A surge of emotions floods through me, threatening to spill over as tears shimmer in my eyes. I cling to him tighter, as if by holding him close, I can somehow prevent the truth from sinking in. But the reality remains, unyielding and undeniable—I have fallen in love with the man who holds me captive.
I am overwhelmed by a mixture of euphoria and fear. How could this be? How could my heart betray me by developing feelings for someone who embodies danger and darkness? Yet, in Nikolai's embrace, I find solace, intense passion, and a connection that defies the confines of our circumstance.
With every beat of my heart, I wrestle with conflicting emotions. I long to revel in the joy of this newfound love, to surrender myself entirely to the intoxicating whirlwind of emotions that Nikolai stirs within me. But, the harsh reality casts a shadow over our relationship, reminding me of the complexities that separate us. Love has woven its way into my heart, but I must not allow it to blind me to the stark truth of our situation.
As the tears well up in my eyes, I fight against their release. I won't allow the weight of my emotions to consume me, not now. Instead, I channel my love, my longing, and my desires into a steely resolve. I will not let Nikolai know how I feel. It wouldn’t matter to him anyway. I am just a toy for him. A plaything until he gives me back to the Outfit.
Nikolai
Adalina’s breathing changes – she is fast asleep. I can still smell the scent of Adalina’s perfect pussy. I gently pull my cock out of her. I hope she is not sore tomorrow because I lost control. I pull Adalina’s naked body and position her so her back is to my chest and my cock is nuzzling her ass. Feels good.
Adalina was made for me. We fit together perfectly. I have never felt a pussy so tight and wet. My cock wanted to stay inside of her forever.
Surprisingly, I feel a sense of tranquility. This wasn't part of the plan. I had intended to keep my distance from her, to never lay a hand on her. But she got under my skin. I couldn't resist. I should slip away quietly, pretend none of this ever happened, and go back to ignoring her. Yet, I find myself unable to do so. There's something about holding her in my arms that I find irresistible. I feel a possessiveness over her. Despite this, I must adhere to the plan, no matter what. I made a promise to the Outfit that I would return her. It's destined to fail anyway – I can never provide Adalina with the emotions she longs for from me. I see the way she looks at me, filled with love. I dread the day I have to hand her back to the Outfit. The thought of inflicting pain upon her, although initially filled me with joy, now fills me with regret. But there's nothing I can do. The Outfit and the Bratva are bitter enemies. We have no future together. The only way I can help her is by persuading her not to marry Alfonso. She deserves someone better. She deserves the world. As I fall asleep, I find myself holding Adalina tightly in my arms.
As I awaken, I feel Adalina's body snuggled against my back. Her warmth and softness make me want to stay in bed with her all day, but I know I can't. It's early in the morning, and I can tell by the sunrise that I need to leave. As much as I enjoyed our night together, things can't continue like this. I need to have a talk with Adalina later today and set things straight.
I gently disentangle myself from Adalina's embrace, taking care not to disrupt her sleep. Picking up my briefs from the floor, I silently slip them on. Exiting her bedroom, I notice Maxim making his way up the staircase. He looks like he's been up all night, with a disheveled appearance and a hint of alcohol on his breath. That lazy bastard always sleeps during the day and parties all night.
Maxim greets me with a smirk, "Playing with fire, Nikolai? I thought you made it clear that she was untouchable."
