Page 17 of Seduced By the Russian

When Nikolai reached the mansion, he spontaneously decided to walk out back to the private cemetery where his parents were buried. He had never been one to show emotions, so he barely went there. But on the rare occasions that he did, he found himself saying nothing, feeling nothing. All his emotions had been spent killing the motherfucker who was responsible for their deaths, and he had poured all of himself so much that he had nothing left to give.

Taking the side of the mansion, Nikolai strolled through the length of the building, which took about five minutes to walk around. He used the time to prepare himself mentally for what he was going to think about while staring at their headstones, but as usual, nothing came to his mind. Nikolai didn't even know why he still bothered. Although it was true that he missed his mom so much, he knew she wasn't there. All that lay underneath the ground was a mass of bones hanging on the cloth they were buried in.

The grass around the stones had been carefully mowed, just as he had ordered to be done every week. Nikolai stood before both stones, engraved with the great family symbol, the face of a bear, and the family name, the name that Nikolai now carried with great strength. There was once a time when he thought he wasn't as worthy of the name as his father was. Then, Nikolai endured great punishments from the older Davydov each time he wasn't as precise as he should have been during shooting training, or when he failed to think fast on his feet as was expected.

The only thing that had shaken him out of that phase was their death, and even though people on the outside might think it affected him negatively, Nikolai thought differently.

Turn your weaknesses into strengths, was one of his father's many sayings.

As Nikolai stared at the headstones, his eyes caught something ahead. Lifting his head, he thought he saw someone lying there on the lawn, and every part of him hummed with excitement. Even before getting closer, he knew it was Lisa. Her scent of strawberries unnerved him as he got closer to her, watching her perfect figure perched on the ground like some hot model with her eyes closed. The sun cast a beautiful glow on her skin, and her hair was spread all around her like a curtain. Nikolai had felt those silky strands in his hand before, but right now, watching her, he wanted to feel it again so badly.

The ache in his groin brought a silent curse to his lips, and he tried to gain back control over his own body. He distracted himself with Dmitri's wild assumptions that Lisa wasn't who she claimed to be. If he was right, should he be fantasizing about pounding the enemy so badly that she would be sore for a week?

At that second, Lisa noticed there was someone behind her and turned to lean on her elbows. Their eyes met, and despite the sun, Lisa's face burned as she remembered how she had released all over his fingers yesterday, how he had taken them into his mouth and made her heady with desire. Lisa was new to all of these feelings, but they were becoming impossible to deny despite all the dangers they held.

The wind picked as if mocking both of their situations, and it caught her hair, wounding it a little above her back. It settled on her skin softly, and Nikolai couldn't tear his gaze away. Lisa looked so vulnerable, lying there in the open field - so much so that the Russian Bear felt a compulsion to protect her from the dangers that could be lurking around.

But that was the problem. There were no dangers, not any that put her directly in harm's way. The way Dmitri had looked at him when he had defended Lisa at the roundtable discussion came back to him, and it broke the spell instantly. What the hell was he doing? He had never been hung up on a woman like this before, because he could have them in any shape and size he pleased. He never even did the chasing, because women liked to throw themselves at him, seeking his attention.

Nikolai wasn't crazy about it, but they were good distractions.

And he needed one of those right now before his growing erection got the best of him today.

Turning sharply, Nikolai headed back to the mansion and whipped his phone out of his pocket on the way. He didn't turn back to check the expression on Lisa's face, because he knew he shouldn't care. And he didn’t—he had to tell himself he didn’t.

In a few minutes, the girl he had called for was led to the mansion by one of his men. Nikolai had waited by the door for her, because he was trying to prove to himself that nothing was wrong with him; that Lisa was just another cunt he wanted to keep fucking. He had taken her virginity, but it was no big deal to him. She was the first he had done that with, but still, it shouldn't matter, should it?

The girl was in her mid-twenties and was literally dressed like a walking hooker, with her tits almost hanging out of her tight, low-cut bodycon dress that showed every single curve on her body. Her red hair fell around her face in bold curls, and her bright red lips turned into a curve as her gaze fell on Nikolai, who was hardly unnoticeable as his mere presence called for attention.

"What are we doing today, Russian Bear?" she asked in a fake high falsetto, pushing her tits further out. They were fake. They were all fake.

None as real as Lisa, that was for sure.

Quit thinking about her!

Nikolai nodded to dismiss his man who had brought her to the gates, and the moment he disappeared from view, the Russian Bear approached the girl with menace. He couldn't even remember her name. Was it Britney? Riya? He didn't need to remember it anyway.

The girl's eyes dropped as Nikolai stood directly in front of her. He couldn't help but make the comparison—Lisa would look into his eyes with guts that never failed to pique his interest. But these fuckers couldn't even bear to look at him. Perhaps they were scared of the emptiness they'd see in them.

"You'll see," he answered her question in a low rumble and took her by her legs, flinging her over his shoulders. He pranced into the mansion, leaving the door for one of his men to lock behind him. The girl giggled like some high schooler on his shoulders, and Nikolai didn't know what was exactly that put him off—her shrieking, or the visible white panties she was wearing, with the face of a bear on them.

These fuckers would go through any lengths to please him. Nikolai used to love it. He still loved it.

Nikolai didn't see Lisa coming, but suddenly, she was right there at the top of the stairs. Ignoring her, he breezed past with the girl, smacking her ass and making her shriek even louder. He saw the look in Lisa's eyes as he walked past, and he was satisfied that he had done the right thing. This was how it was meant to be.

Long after Lisa couldn't hear Nikolai's footsteps any more, she still couldn't find it in her to move an inch. She stood at the top of the stairs, staring at the spot where Nikolai had looked dead into her eyes before walking past like she didn't mean shit to him.

That is because you don't! Her head screamed at her as she grappled to understand what she had just seen. Hot jealousy and blind rage rushed through her blood, and it became difficult for her to breathe.

Fuck! She was hyperventilating, unable to calm herself down because of him. He had never made any promise to her other than to protect her, yet Lisa felt so violated. She wondered what must have gone through the red hair's mind seeing her on the stairs. She had probably thought that Lisa was one of the whores that he kept at his beck and call, just like her.

"Fuck!" Lisa whispered as tears stung her eyes. "I'm such a fool!"

Every scene went past Lisa's mind sharply, from when she had sucked his dick in his office, to the sex at the corner of the building, to her orgasm on his fingers. Every moment had taken something from her, yet none of them had meant shit to Nikolai. She had been a fool, because for just one second, she had thought those moments had meant something for him too, even if just a bit.

But he was only using her, just as he was doing to half the girls in New York.

Fuck him!

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