Page 32 of Seduced By the Russian

His hands moved up and down his hard erection, not taking his eyes off Lisa for a minute. Her legs were spread wide open on the bed, with her head thrown back, giving him the most beautiful sight ever.

"Krastoka," he coaxed gently. "Put your other hand on your breasts. Your nipples look like they're missing out on the fun, and I’d hate for those perky buds to feel neglected. And look at me. Let me see those pretty eyes that were staring at Volkov at my party."

"Nikolai…" Lisa didn't think she was going to enjoy touching herself, but watching the raw desire in Nikolai's eyes did something to her. She grazed her nipples with one finger, just as she had felt Nikolai do time and time again. Her skin turned red, but she couldn't really focus on any other thing but Nikolai and his outstretched dick.

Lisa's head rolled back again, and Nikolai snapped his fingers. "You are going to watch me drink you up like a bottle of cold water, so you understand that it is only I that can get you this way and no one else. The next time you think about flirting with a fucker so unabashedly in my house, think about this moment and how I own every inch of you."

Lisa cried out in ecstasy, though she couldn't fathom if it was from his words or the dildo inside of her. Her nipples ached and pulsed, and her fingers kept on tugging, seeking the total satisfaction she knew she would never have if Nikolai hadn't put his hands on her. But he remained on the chair, purposely staying away from her.

It was meant to get her frustrated and help her acknowledge who was in control.

Nikolai's face verged on a heightened level of ecstasy as he increased his pace with his hands. Two more strokes with the dildo did the trick for Nikolai as he came with a feral groan at the same time Lisa did. Her silky moans wrapped their arms around Nikolai as he gathered his cum on a towel he grabbed from the drawer. It was a waste not having all of that inside her, but it was going to have to do for now.

Nikolai, however, couldn't guarantee the next time.

If there was any.

Lisa dropped onto the bed in an exhausted heap, and the next thing Nikolai did shocked them both. He got up from the chair, pushed it into a corner, and sauntered to the bed, pulling Lisa up into his arms.

"What's that for?" Lisa asked weakly, nodding at the vertical cuffs as he walked past to take her to the adjoining bathroom.

"Trust me," he replied, dropping her gently in the tub. "You don't want to know. So, quit asking questions."

Lisa relaxed in the tub as Nikolai grabbed a sponge and a lavender scent body wash, cleaning her thoroughly. She could understand none of it, even though she couldn't stop the excitement from overtaking her. But deep down, she feared that this was all a one-time thing. Nikolai had never bothered to clean her up after sex, just as he had never allowed her to sleep in his arms. Lisa knew what all of that meant. Nikolai found it hard being all soft and sweet to people, and it was none of his fault because he didn't particularly grow up in the rosiest atmosphere.

But neither did she.

People's experiences just made their lives distinct from others.

Chapter Fifteen

Nikolai knew he should return to the party downstairs, even though he was sure to meet just the whispers of the end. He would still be able to put in a last word with the head of the five leading families, as he had planned to from the beginning of the party. But instead, he was standing in the dark in Lisa's room, the only light coming from the moon outside.

Contentment spread through her face as Lisa pulled the comforters tightly over her, settling back into the soft sounds of her breath. She looked at peace, even after everything Nikolai had done. Taking her to his secret room had been a spontaneous decision, even though he hadn't thought she was ready for it. A huge part of him had thought that it would have been enough to get her running in the opposite direction, so that explained how shocked he was when she stayed there and did exactly as he had asked her. For a minute, he was scared that he would be the one unable to run in the opposite direction.

Because… why on earth was he standing there, thinking about how fucking hot and attractive she looked even in her sleep? He could feel his dick rear his head again as Lisa kicked the comforter off, her naked thighs out in the open, tempting Nikolai. He rocked his heels on the ground where he stood, telling himself to stay put. Getting her up to satisfy his raging cock wasn't the best of options right now.

But Nikolai knew it was more than that. He didn't get angry when other men flirted or fucked his women, just like when he found Melody with another man in his kitchen. The most he did was to end the agreement they had going because he couldn't fuck anyone who was fucking another man on the side. Only he had that power, because even though he made sure they got tested every three months, he could never be so sure.

But with Lisa… it was different. He couldn't even bear to imagine anyone else laying a hand on her without him seeing red. Left to handle things on his own terms, he would make sure they never saw the light of the day, starting with Volkov. He should be grateful that he didn't do more than graze her skin with his fingers tonight; if not, the next thing he would have been grazing after that was the box he would be buried in.

And Nikolai meant every bit of it.

Lisa stirred again, and Nikolai chuckled as she threw one hand over her head, almost hitting her face in the process.

She was feisty even in her sleep.

Nikolai's eyes caught a glint in the night light suddenly, and he bent forward to investigate. His eyes roamed Lisa's body, looking for what had shone in the light until he realized it was just a watch. He had noticed that she had always had it on since the first day he met her, even though it looked really old and battered.

Was there a story behind it?

Curious, Nikolai took her hands gingerly in his, turning her wrist over to look at the strap.

That was when he saw it.

On the brown leather strap, close to the buckle, was the faint engraving of a Perun God, with stones by his feet. Something about it just didn't sit right with him. The engraving was too exact as if passing a message to anyone who came in contact with it.

Nikolai was almost sure he had seen it somewhere before, and there was this gnawing scratching at his brain again. It felt like he was forgetting something really important.

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