Page 18 of Seduced By the Russian

Chapter Nine

Her name was Melody. It was a usual name that would soon get absorbed by the chaos that existed in his head, but at this moment, it was integral for him, especially with how hard she was trying to please him.

They were in Nikolai’s toy room now, located on the last floor of the mansion, far away from the rest of the occupants of the house. Nikolai had chosen this place specifically to satisfy the fantasies he had discovered around a year after his parents had died. He’d designed the room, participated in every single crevice of it. He had covered the walls in red velvet paint to match the burning passion inside of him each time he used the room. The floors were covered in a black rug that he had changed more times than he could count, too consumed by everything he had been doing in there. In the middle of the room, right in front of the wall, was a hanger built like a cross but without the vertical part. Attached to the hanger at both ends were silver cuffs, with the belt made of leather interwoven with chains. The rest of the wall held drawers filled with the kinkiest of stuff. Nikolai had whips for different impacts, depending on what he was going for. There were butt plugs, nipple clamps, handcuffs, ankle cuffs, blindfolds of different colors, bed restraints set, adjustable neck to thigh/ankle cuffs, Berkley horses, body belt, harness, hood, dildo, and even a bondage suit.

As dark as it looked, Nikolai was very proud of his collection, and he could always be himself in here. He allowed his predator thirst to let loose, giving in to his dark desires and fantasies. There were a few chairs at the left of the bed, and Nikolai used them at will. Sometimes, he invited a few allies to watch as he fucked the hell out of the girls. Sometimes, he watched along with them as they pleasured themselves at his command.

Today, he was doing none of that. He needed to fuck his sexual frustration for Lisa out of his system, and he didn’t even feel sorry for Melody. She’d enjoy it. They always did.

Melody was on all fours on the huge bed, screaming as Nikolai rammed himself inside her ass. He held her hair tightly in one hand as he thrust with the strength of a beast, but he had more than that in him.

Melody screamed as he thrust, and saliva dropped lazily from her mouth. But Nikolai was unfazed by that as he flipped her to the other side, grabbing the red cuff attached to the bedposts. He clasped her in record time and pushed his hard cock inside her, his hands grasping her neck as he splayed his fingers around it, choking her. Melody was out of breath, but she was enjoying herself. She liked it when he rode her to the ends of danger but didn’t actually let her go.

And he got off on watching her obey his every order.

“Don’t you fucking close your eyes,” he bellowed as he rode her mercilessly. She had had multiple orgasms already, but it only made him thrust impossibly harder. Melody’s scream bounced off the soundproof walls, trapped behind them. She was visibly tired, but Nikolai didn’t stop, not when his aim wasn’t accomplished yet. He had immeasurable strength and never reached an orgasm early.

Unless…

As he drove himself into her, the Russian Bear imagined Lisa’s mouth wrapped around his dick. In his imagination, he put his hand behind her head to guide her along, steadying her into an impossible rhythm. He could feel his dick hit the back of her throat, and she gagged on it, her reflexes kicking in. It happened over and over again until Nikolai only saw her in his head, with Melody’s face fading away. His cum shot its way into Melody’s body, making her moan in delight. She had never seen him cum before and probably thought this was all her doing.

But the person who was on his mind was two floors away from him, probably cursing him over in her mind.

Nikolai pulled his cock out of Melody and grabbed a robe from the bathroom adjoined to the room. Leaving Melody to see herself out, he stalked out of his secret room, heading down the stairs. His next stop was Lisa’s room, just to see the look on her face after walking past her on the stairs.

It couldn’t be because he was genuinely interested in checking up on her. The Russian Bear didn’t show emotions, and Lisa couldn’t bring out that part of him.

Resisting the urge to barge in like he did the last time, Nikolai knocked on her door. He could hear her feet shuffle inside, but Lisa made him wait for five minutes before pulling the door open. All the while, Nikolai had to take deep bouts of air to prevent himself from fucking it all and breaking the door down.

“What?” Lisa threw at him sharply, only opening the door a crack enough to peek her head through it.

Nikolai smirked in response, feeling normal now that she had glared into his eyes with her stubborn look and a chin squared him as if in battle. But he could tell she was nervous as well. Lisa had the habit of drawing circles in her mouth with her tongue when the nerves hit.

“You don’t sound excited to see the only person you’ve got in the world protecting you,” Nikolai drawled, angling his head. “Do we have a problem?”

“Really?” Lisa yelled exasperatedly, with her eyes open in surprise. Did he hit his head on the wall as a kid and was diagnosed with selective amnesia? “Do we have a problem?”

“That wasn’t a response,” he responded, not hiding his displeasure. For someone who was keeping her life afloat, Lisa knew she should just let this one go. But she couldn’t, not after everything that had happened.

“No,” she said forcefully. “We don’t have a problem.”

“I thought so.”

“Can I return inside?”

“What were you doing?”

“Reading.”

“Do you always do that?”

“Do what?”

“Act like a child each time you’re pissed.” Nikolai could feel her unbridled anger with the way her nostrils flared and how her gray eyes lit up the room. He could tell her body’s temperature would have increased a notch, and Nikolai wondered how hot it would get if he placed a finger on the sensitive spot behind her ears and maybe choked her, his fingers splayed on her neck. He was in a difficult spot because Lisa had suddenly gone closed-off, and he preferred it when she launched at him with her gorgeous anger.

Did he just call her gorgeous?

But all of this just piqued his curiosity more and fueled him with the monstrous desire to know what she was thinking. Nikolai knew that if he took one more step closer to her, her breath would hitch in her throat, yet that anger in her eye would not dissipate. She would melt in his arms yet curse him with all her might in her head. It was a beautiful contrast, raw, with vulnerable strokes. Her anger was turning him on, and Nikolai couldn’t fathom it.

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