Page 30 of Seduced By the Russian

"What the hell do you think you were doing with Andreyev's little son?" The question was out of Nikolai's tongue the second he stormed into Lisa's room, slamming the door behind him so hard that if there wasn't a party in full swing downstairs, it would have reverberated through the house.

"What did it look like I was doing?" Lisa retorted, getting off the chair she had been sitting on as she stared out the window.

"You know what happens when you don't answer my fucking question, Lisa."

"And what happens when you do the exact thing you get angry at me over?" Lisa yelled back at him despite the goosebumps on her skin. Nikolai's full glare was directed at her, and on a normal day, she would have squirmed under that gaze. But not today.

"I can do whatever I want to do, Lisa. But that doesn't apply to you."

"Why?"

"Because you are fucking mine! If I didn't have an emergency to attend to, I would have cut off that fucker's hand immediately. It would have caused a war with his family, but I would have gladly fought it."

This was a sick way of professing how much he could sacrifice for someone he loved, yet Lisa felt her heart take a leap.

Stupid hormones.

"If I was yours, what were you doing with that girl again after you told me…"

"I told you nothing!"

"See? You're doing it again - confusing the hell out of me. You obviously don't care about me, yet you won't allow me to do whatever I want to do."

"Volkov isn't the person we should be having this conversation over. He is a fucker."

"Aren't you also one? She practically had her breasts out, begging to be stroked by you. How is that any different from what Volkov wanted?"

Nikolai saw red when those words resounded in his ears. "What did he do to you, Lisa? And you better fucking not tell me nothing." He shouldn't be reacting in this manner, particularly when he didn't want to fuel the measly feeling of love that she thought she had for him. Nikolai hated that he was being a slave to some misguided anger right now, only it felt too good and rational right now.

"Are you even listening to me?" Lisa said in a weak voice.

"I am. What did he do?" Nikolai saw them leave the living room together, and he had spent over thirty minutes with Dmitri outside and, after that, in his office. It was enough time for anything to have happened. His blood boiled as he thought about all the possibilities. He would kill that fool and damn the consequences.

"He didn't do anything, and I'm only telling you that so you will leave me the hell alone, just as you have been doing for the past month."

Relief was washing through Nikolai, and he stopped and angled his head. "Krastoka, you need to learn how to run in the opposite direction when you can."

"I think it's too late for that," she whispered, her chest heaving. That night replayed in Nikolai's mind for the umpteenth time. She had vulnerably declared love for someone who barely even knew what it meant or how it felt. Nikolai's parents' relationship had been more of a transaction than love, so no one could blame him for having no heart. "I think I…"

Cutting her short, Nikolai took a giant stride forward and picked Lisa off the floor, throwing her over his shoulders. He didn't want to hear her say those words again. Hearing them in her sleep was enough torment for him.

Lisa shrieked as he sauntered out of her room, with his hands clutching her butt possessively. She told him to return her to the ground a million times and even hit his back to show how serious she was, but Nikolai wasn't having it.

She needed to see what kind of a person he was to realize that her stupid feelings meant nothing to someone like him.

Reaching the topmost floor, Nikolai walked down the dark hallway without turning the lights on. He had been here more times than he could count, and knew his way around in a blindfold. He got to the door and placed Lisa back on the ground, but only enough to pull a single key from his pocket and unlock the door before throwing her over his shoulders again.

Nikolai threw her on the king-size bed when he stepped into the room. Then, he walked back to the door to turn the lights on. Lisa closed her eyes as the blinding lights hit her eyes for the first few seconds until they gradually adapted to the glare.

She looked around slowly, the first thing registering in her head being the color of the room. It had so much red that if she was told it belonged to Nikolai, she wouldn't believe it since he loved black more.

"This is the room you asked for the other time," he threw at her casually as he opened a wardrobe that revealed different sex toys in their numerous shapes and sizes. Lisa flushed red as she took them all in. Her throat was parched, and she swallowed, her eyes looking away from the wardrobe.

Was there any way Nikolai kept a jar of water in here?

As if reading her mind, Nikolai grabbed a glass and got water from a dispenser Lisa hadn’t realized was there. He handed it over the head and mandated her to drink every drop of it without as much as a little spill.

"Hand the cup over," he commanded, receiving the cup from Lisa's outstretched arm. "I want you to strip right now. Take off every item of clothing like you were planning on doing for that fucker."

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