Page 16 of Seduced By the Russian

"And you are angry I did," Nikolai commented with a smirk. He loved the way a red patch appeared on her pale skin, making her appear flushed.

"I am not!" Lisa objected a little too forcefully, giving away her true feelings.

"Mh. I thought so." Nikolai covered the distance, stopping by the foot of her bed. "Do you want to show me how angry you are?"

"I would, if I weren’t half naked under these sheets."

"Nothing I haven't seen, krastoka. Come on. Let's have it." He nudged softly with his hard features.

"You know what? You're right. It's nothing you haven't seen before. But you'll only see it again when I'm tied against a board, forced to stay still."

Nikolai chuckled, a low rumbling sound coming from his chest but not actually reaching his face. Lisa could feel her arousal, and she almost hit her head against the headboard. How did this just turn her on?

"Careful with the pictorial representation, Lisa. It's looking really appealing the more I think about it.'

"Get lost." Lisa glared at Nikolai but got out from underneath the sheets and made to rush to the bathroom in one second. She felt hot in there, and coupled with how wet she was becoming, she couldn't keep still anymore.

Midway through her flight, Nikolai lunged forward and wrapped his hand tight around her waist, pulling her flush to his skin.

"Hi." He kissed her forehead and placed his right hand on her chin, lifting her face. "Caught you."

"Let me go, Nikolai!"

"You're feisty today," Nikolai mentioned with glee as his right hand left her chin, trailing from her neck down to her chest, stopping just where the bralette began. Lisa's breath caught in her throat, and her lips parted slightly as she watched Nikolai's eyes go darker in hunger. She loved the effect she had on him, even when she knew she shouldn't.

"Nikolai," she breathed as his lips replaced his hand on her breasts. He tugged down the bralette with his teeth, capturing her nipples. Lisa arched her back in response, and her head fell back. "Let me go!" Even as Lisa uttered those words, her hands grabbed his broad shoulders and held onto him strongly. She felt how muscular he was under the shirt, and her mouth watered thinking about the sight.

Lisa, stop thinking about his muscles!

But as Lisa's mind yelled at her to move the hell away from him, her body went against the alarm in her head, pressing herself on his muscular body instead. Lisa tensed as she realized what she had just done, and she hoped Nikolai would be so occupied by her breasts that he wouldn't realize it. But she felt the low rumble in his chest as he raised his head to face her.

"Your whole body wants me," he drawled in a hot, deep voice. "Admit it and stop fighting it, Lisa. I know how your body quivers when I do this." As he spoke, his fingers continued from where they stopped, continuing the line down to the insides of her thighs. "See? You're doing it again."

Lisa would rather have engaged in a conversation with Dmitri, allowed him to glare at her in disdain for hours, than ever admit that Nikolai was right. Yet, her body was pressed against his, and she was so aware of every inch of his finger, now getting close to her panties. She quivered in his firm grip on her waist as she felt him between her thighs, teasing her wet folds. Lisa's finger pressed deep into his shoulders through his black shirt, but it barely registered in his senses as he slid a finger in.

"I'm going to finger-fuck you," he whispered into her ears, his husky voice making her cling impossibly closer to him. "And I'm going to relish in the fact that no one else dares touch you like this. You, krastoka, belong to me."

Nikolai slid a second finger in, and Lisa moaned in ecstasy, clamping her mouth almost immediately. She had no idea how she could possibly hate him this much, yet wanted him badly at the same time. Her little effort at fighting her orgasm made Nikolai chuckle. He increased his pace with his fingers, feeling her cunt clench around them. It almost drove him to the edge, and he wondered what was stopping him from driving his cock deep inside her as his fingers were, and have her touch him unrestrictedly.

But Nikolai held back. He would make Lisa beg for him.

Lisa's cunt became even tighter as he felt her limbs shake. She let out a high-pitched moan as she came shuddering to pieces all around his fingers despite her frail attempt at holding back.

Nikolai had a pleased look on his face as he withdrew his fingers. He watched the hunger in her eyes go deeper as he brought his fingers to his nostrils, sniffing it deeply before sucking her cum off his fingers. Lisa moaned again as she watched him, and her hands reached out to his chest. But Nikolai took a step back out of her reach and smirked.

"I would love to go on with you, krastoka, but I've got work to do." He placed a warm kiss on her forehead and walked out the door, picking his jacket on his way. The day just became much more pleasant for Nikolai.

Chapter Eight

Nikolai had a lot of businesses running both on Brighton Beach and in Long Island, as well as in other parts of New York. More than the ruthless mafia boss he was, Nikolai was a great businessman, and this showed in the amount of wealth he had been able to amass. Clean money flowed into his account every day, and it kept him off the radar. His businesses were legitimate, and that was the force people on the outside reckoned him with. Of course, there were always rumors about who he really was. But Nikolai didn't care about all of that. The five leadership families had enough protection from the law.

One of Nikolai's businesses was his tattoo parlor in the heart of Long Island. It was a whole complex with the tattoo parlor running on the first floor and a spa on the second floor, with a space that could take about fifty people comfortably at a time. It was his most preferred spot to visit each day because he could conduct his business there as freely and as easily as he wanted to. There was an underground vault on the premises where he had meetings with clients that he didn't think was wise to bring to the mansion or his penthouse in Brighton Beach.

After the most hectic of days personally going over the ledgers at the tattoo parlor, all Nikolai wanted to do was to get home and do something refreshing. That word wasn't the ideal grammatical vocabulary that Nikolai tended to use, but that was the only picture he had in his head when he thought of Lisa - like a bit of water on a dry desert. Nikolai had always been in great control of himself, but since Lisa came around, he couldn't stay mere inches from her without thinking of all the possible ways he could stuff his cock inside her. Once, he thought he would take her to his secret room and make her cry his name out of her lips in an earth-shattering orgasm.

But he didn't think she was ready. And even though the Russian Bear wasn't one to wait out on people, he was going to do that with Lisa.

And there was no use asking him why. He had no fucking clue himself.

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