Page 43 of Seduced By the Russian

How long had Nikolai been lying there?

"What are you doing in my room?" The question fell from her lips instantly.

"Aren't you tired of asking me that question?" Nikolai threw back, laying back on the bed, since apparently, Lisa didn't need his help anymore. He had been so scared watching her thrash and scream in her sleep that if it had been real, whoever had been the cause of that would have been dead by now.

"If you don't want to hear it, you should quit sauntering into my room like you sleep in it."

"It's my mansion, so technically, the room belongs to me. Do you have any counterclaim?"

Nikolai was enjoying this little confrontation, much to Lisa's annoyance. "Well, are you done with what you came here for?"

"Get dressed," Nikolai commanded, getting off the bed. He sat by the edge, and nodded in the direction of the closet. "Come on. We don't have all day."

"I can't just do as you instruct every single time, Nikolai," Lisa blurted out. She was pissed off that he ignored her all these days, then sauntered into her room to command her about like he had every right to. She was angry that one minute, he asked her out on a date, and the next, he was acting like she didn't exist. "So, I'm not getting dressed, neither am I going anywhere with you."

"Don't test my patience, Lisa. You know what happens when you do."

The mere thought brought shivers to Lisa's spine, but she squared her shoulders in defiance and sat back comfortably on the bed as if daring Nikolai to do something about it.

"Lisa," he called with a tinge of darkness in his voice, instilling trepidation in her. "I won't ask again." She could feel the tension in the air, how the temperature had increased, and how Nikolai now stared at her the way he did at the diner - this time, laced with fury.

"That would be awesome, actually. That way, I won’t need to repeat myself a second time."

"Okay, that’s it."

Nikolai stretched his arm abruptly and wrapped his hands on her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed. Lisa yelped in surprise, but the sound was soon muffled by his lips against hers. He lifted her easily off the bed, letting her feet touch the ground in front of the closet. But on second thought, he moved to the ensuite bathroom instead, steering her along without breaking the kiss.

"Nikolai…" Lisa murmured against his lips as she silently tried to make him see reason, even though her body was ready for him. Like the betrayer it was, she was already dripping wet for the Russian Bear, like he had a switch he easily flipped each time he was in the room.

But Nikolai went crazy with the way she uttered his name, like worship off her lips. He pressed his body flush to hers as he held her against the sink. Lisa held on fast to the basin, even though she knew that Nikolai wouldn't let her fall to the ground.

"Why do you always talk back to me?" Nikolai asked in a frustrated tone as his hands roamed around her body, touching everywhere at once and igniting a flame in its path. He caressed her boobs through the light cotton of her tank top and stroked her mound through the black booty shorts. They would have been off a long time ago, but Nikolai was trying to prove to himself that he still had control over his actions.

A control that he was rapidly losing.

"Because…"

Silence.

Lisa forgot what she was going to say as she felt his big palms rip her tank top from the hem, dividing it into two parts. They hung over her like a jacket as he cupped her breasts with his palms, sending her reeling over the edge.

"Fucking give me a reply!" Nikolai grunted, tugging at her nipples, making Lisa scream out. He released his hold slightly, flicking his fingers slowly on them. Her back was arched, and Lisa felt the bathroom go dark and then bright again. The mixture of pleasure and pain teased her senses, and her knees buckled from the onslaught of pleasure.

"I'm waiting for my answer, krastoka."

But how could he wait for that when he knew how much his touches affected her? Lisa scrambled to get her thoughts together, and it proved to be really hard.

"Why did you do that to Boris?" Lisa blurted out the question that had bugged her since that day when Boris had called her a slot on the training ground.

"Why are we talking about Boris?" Nikolai didn't stop. Instead, he replaced his hands with his lips, sucking her nipples and tracing circles with his tongue. Releasing her achy and perky nipples, Nikolai went to the corner of her ear, nibbling on her exposed skin and trailing hot, wet kisses down the path created by her body for him and only him.

"You were avoiding me!" Lisa breathed with her eyes closed, trying to get her words out one at a time. "And then Boris called me a slut and you went all crazy on him."

"That's because no one dares call my woman a suka." Nikolai was getting angry thinking about it, and the fact that he was angry only made him more frustrated. He was trying to put as much distance as he could between his emotions and Lisa, yet he ended up here, in between her breasts.

"Am I your woman?"

Ignoring that question, Nikolai hooked a thumb on her booty shorts and ripped it as well with all his might, tossing it under the sink. Lisa opened her eyes in shock, scared at what she saw in his. Nikolai was angry, and it surpassed what Boris had done.

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