Chapter 19
Elena’s POV:
The next thing I know, his lips are on mine, and he’s pushing me down onto the sofa. I don’t hesitate either. His soft lips against mine feel like a reprieve, the scent of forest and wood surrounds me, and I can barely breathe as his tongue slips into my mouth.
I want to forget about all of this, everything, and if having sex will blank out my mind, then that’s very welcome.
“Are you sure about this?” he pauses, his breathing heavy–and so is mine.
“Yeah… I don’t want to think anymore.” I say, my voice soft and low, and his gaze turns worried.
“Elena, I-”
I cut him off, bringing his face down to kiss him again before letting him go. “Please. Nikola
He curses under his breath, and his hands wrap around my legs A shiver runs up my spine as his fingers glide up my bare knees, and I gasp as his scorching hot touch travels higher up my abdomen.
“Are you on birth control?” he asks, and I nod quickly
“Don’t worry about that”
“Alright. I’m trusting you,” he says, pulling me up as he lays soft kisses along the side of my neck. One of his hands moves to the back of my dress, slowly unzipping it while I unbutton his black office shirt.
He pulls the rest of my dress off in just a second, and goosebumps crawl across my skin. I feel completely exposed, even though I’m still in my underwear, Black, matching ones–thankfully. But
It was my idea to do this in such an open and massive office, but it feels strange now. I glance out the glass window, and my heart thuds. Then I hear him chuckle.
“No backing out now,
Malishka.
What he does next has my toes curling as his fingers slip beneath my underwear, circling around that sensitive nub, and his teeth bite down gently
on my car.
“Niko.“I don’t even get to thish the sentence because my whole body is already too sensitive.
This is strange. Why am I feeling like a nightly wound bow? It’s not like this is my first time. Although Niko is definitely more skilled–does technique really make this much of a difference?
“Focus, Malishka,” he says as one of his fingers dips inside me. A moan escapes my lips, and my hand travels down to his training erection. I palm him until I hear him groan I unbuckle his belt and unbutton his slacks, taking his length in my hand. The room fills with the sound of heavy -breathing.
Then he shoves in a second finger–and a third.
I cry out. “No–no, too much. Slow down.”
His lips crash onto mine in a bruising kiss, then he pulls away. I let out a mewl of dissatisfaction, but he doesn’t move farther. He takes a deep breath, his gaze locked on mine.
“One last time. Do you really want to do this here? Not in a bed? Somewhere after dinner?”
My mind screeches to a hal
I scoff. “Why? Do you always take your hookups to dinner before fuckin,, them?”
His surprise flickers in his eyes. He hooks a brow into a frown. “Are you jealous?”
My heart jumps at that, but I roll my eyes. “You wish. I mean, seriously–you need to stop taking this so seriously. This is a transaction, right? You dan’t owe me dinner. It doesn’t have to be romantic or in the bedroom. So what’s wrong with doing it here? Or does fucking in the office finally go against your moral code or something?”
His frown tightens into something sharper, I can see it–the way his jaw clenches. And yeah, maybe I’m going too far. But my chest keeps aching, and I fucking hate myself for feeling this way.
Why am I being such a bitch!
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8:40 PM
Chapter 19
He forces a smile, all teeth and tension. “Fine then.. transaction, right? Don’t worry. Although it’s my first time in my office, I’ll make sure to savor every second. The sofa won’t work though-
I gasp as he pulls me up. My legs wrap around him instinctively
“What are you doing?” I ask, wide–eyed.
He grins. “I spent a lot of money, didn’t I? Then of course I need to make sure the sex is of equal value.”
My eyes widen even more as he places me down on the office table. A file tumbles to the floor. I wince at the sound and glance toward the door.
“Is the door locked?”
“Don’t worry. No one would enter without my permission anyway.”
I look at him like he’s lost his damn mind. “Are you insane? What if someone walks in?!”
His smirk deepens. He grabs the back of my head and pulls me into a deep kiss. A zap of electricity shoots up my spine. I melt into it–because damn it, he’s a good kisser–but I finally push away when I need air.
“So what?” he says. “Everyone will know soon enough that you’re my wife, right?”
With practiced case, he peels off my soaked underwear. Then he pulls out his cock and-
Oh my God
Don’t get me wrong, Dmitri was big too–around seven inches. But this?
My eyes haze over. I can’t even breathe properly until he bottoms out. Just when I think I’ve adjusted, he pulls out and slams back in.
Tears sting my eyes.
Again he pulls out and thrusts in with force, and my breath stutters. His lips trail down my neck until he bites down–on my ear once again making my toes curl as I moan.
The line makes my head spin. “Are you insane!” I try to sound threatening, but it comes out more like a whine. My face heats with embarrassment when he chuckles and starts to pick up the pace.
This feels like I’m a damn virgin all over again.
“Niko.” he corrects, his voice rough as he lifts me up.
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