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Yelizaveta Petrova.

She had always felt strange bearing Lisa, even though it had grown on her later. Now, she knew why. She was fucking Yelizaveta. She was a purebred Russian! And Nikolai knew that, too. She remembered him from when she was little. They went on vacations together with his family. He used to love being on his own and would tease her when he got bored.

So, what happened to make him hate her family so much? Why did he want to use her against them?

Lisa flinched as the sound of the gun reverberated in the air. The man whom Nikolai was talking to dropped to the floor, and Lisa saw him hand over the gun to Dmitri. He gave his bodyguard a few instructions before stalking over to Lisa. He looked at her disapprovingly when he noticed she wasn't where he had left her, but Lisa was in no mood for his commands.

Getting into the car, she strapped herself in and turned to look out the window, remaining that way throughout the ride. Nikolai didn't bother to do a thing about it, seemingly content with the silence that was hanging over their heads tauntingly.

By now, Nikolai should have figured that she knew something, shouldn't he?

It was almost three in the morning by the time they reached the mansion, and Nikolai carried Lisa all the way to her room, refusing to put her down for fear that the pressure might worsen the injury on her leg.

"Do you need anything?" Nikolai asked as he placed her gingerly on the bed, brushing strands of hair away from her face. "I could run you a bath or…"

The rest of Nikolai's words died in his throat as Lisa pressed herself flush against him, tugging at his clothes in ferocious hunger and need. Her eyes were hazy with lust, and her core was dripping with desire for Nikolai. It was oddly placed, but who could blame her?

Lisa was in love with the one person she should hate with every fiber of her being, and her body was yet to understand the conflicting positions and emotions. It was the first time Lisa was taking the initiative, so as much as Nikolai loved being in control, he obliged her, allowing her to untuck his shirt and pull his belt away from his waist. She freed his strained dick from his pants and went on her knees with the bed as a cushion for her bones.

Nikolai could feel every bit of her conflicting desire as she fucked his dick with her mouth like an expert, flicking her tongue over the tip and pulling Nikolai to his peak. He had never come fast in his life, but he feared that Lisa… no, Elizaveta, was going to do that to him.

Suddenly, she got up and pulled him to the bed, getting rid of her clothes and settling on top of his dick. Lisa rode him passionately, throwing her head back in ecstasy and screaming into the air without a care in the world. Nikolai licked his lips as he watched her boobs bounce in the air while she took the full length of his cock, like no one ever could.

They both came at the same time, their high-pitched moans and raging breaths overtaking the room. Lisa dropped to his side in exhaustion and slid into the arms of sleep, leaving Nikolai staring at her.

And just like that, he figured it out.

She knew he planned on using her for a negotiation with her family. It was the reason she was so angry.

But who wouldn't be?

Chapter Twenty-Three

Nikolai carried Lisa in his arms as she hit him with her fists all over his chest. Nikolai would have explained that there was no need for her to do that since he was made of pure muscles - her feeble hits wouldn't do anything to him. But maybe this wasn't the right time to say something like that, particularly when he was throwing her into a secured room with a passworded door in the block adjacent to his mansion. He had found her trying to run away again, confirming his suspicions that she had overheard his conversation with the rest of the leading families. Nikolai had to give Lisa credit: she had stayed a whole seventy-two hours before plotting another escape. It probably had to do with the fact that the nurse was always hovering over her, per the Russian Bear's commands.

But even her carefully plotted plans were no match for Nikolai's attentiveness. He could see it in her eyes that she had something up her sleeves.

"Get your fucking hands off me!" Lisa roared as Nikolai punched in the passcode, the beeping sound resonating in the quiet basement. The door clicked open, and he got her inside, dumping her unceremoniously on the bed.

The room could barely be called a cell, but when Nikolai regarded it from Lisa's perspective, maybe it was. But this was for her own good, as well as his. The room was furnished with everything she would need for as long as a month, with air conditioning, a refrigerator, an ensuite bathroom and toilet, a king-sized bed, and even a jacuzzi. The stark difference between this room and where he kept Boris was clear as day. But even if she was a Petrova, Nikolai couldn't imagine treating her any different than this.

"You weren't screaming that when I was fucking your brains out," Nikolai retorted, standing in her way as she raced for the door. He pushed her back to the bed, and his heart lurched when she almost dropped to the floor. However, Lisa regained her balance and came back even more ferocious.

"Why, Nikolai?" her voice suddenly went quiet as she gazed into his eyes. "What did I ever do to you to deserve this? Why are you like this?"

"You did everything to deserve this." Nikolai didn't really mean that, even though he wished he did. But he had no plans of taking it back.

"You took advantage of my feelings," her voice broke as tears cascaded down her face. "I gave you everything, Nikolai, and I know I was stupid for even thinking for one minute that you were in love with me. But why do you have to punish me for it? What’s so bad about falling in love?"

"Everything!" Nikolai yelled back, causing Lisa to step back in trepidation. He hated that he had made her scared of him. "How can you fucking tell me you are in love with me with the blood that flows in your veins? How on earth do you even expect me to believe a word you say? Your father killed my father like he meant nothing, yet here you are talking to me about love. Fuck you and your feelings!"

"What did you just say?" Lisa whispered, wiping the tears off her face.

"Your father is a fucking murderer."

"Can you hear yourself speak, Nikolai? You sound like you have concrete evidence, but why aren't you waving it in my face? Even though I was taken away from my family at a young age, I still remember what they were like, and Nikolai, they had no bone of violence in them."

Nikolai wanted to believe her, with how her voice melted pleadingly, but his pride and anger took the best of him. "Really? Is that what you think?" Nikolai's mocking laughter took Lisa by surprise, and she stood there listening as Nikolai told her about the existence of the Russian mafia and how her family was one of the leadership families.

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