Bound by lies Trapped by Desire novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Nikolai’s POV

Damn it.

“Who is it?” I almost growled, not letting go of Elena from my arms as I walked and settled her back on the office table. She moved, probably to get up, but I pushed her back down, my hand going around her neck. “Don’t move.”

She looked at me like she’d seen a ghost, and then Felix knocked again on the door.

“Sir! Are you okay? I heard something falling?”

I curved under my breath. “It’s fine, just a file. I’m taking a nap, so don’t disturb me again.”

“Noted, ur. My apologies.

When I finally looked down, my heart jumped. I’d thought of this earlier, multiple times before whenever I looked into her eyes, wished that I could see her cry–not out of some sadistic desire.. well, okay, maybe something like that–but mostly because I wanted to know how her eyes would look rear–filled. And damn it, if it wasn’t the most beautiful scene I’d ever witnessed.

If I were capable of falling in love, this would definitely be the moment to tip me over and make me fall head over heels for her. But I’m not capable of that. So instead, it only made my dick throb as all the blood rushed down, and I didn’t hold back. I pulled her close to me again and started pounding into her as she let out the smallest of noises, her hand over her mouth, tears streaking down her face as she gasped and tried to hold back her moans.

“Why so shy now, Malishka? You wanted to do it in the office, right?” I knew I was being petty. I didn’t know why she’d gotten, so angry before. She said she wasn’t jealous, and that this was just transactional Was she still upset about what happened with her mother”

If that were the case, I wouldn’t have felt this annoyed. But the way she had looked at me, like I was using her as some sort of prostitute, made me angry. Even though that made no fucking sense–because in a way, that was true. And there wasn’t anything to be ashamed of. People traded other people’s lives for money. This was just both of us having fun. How did that make it so wrong!

Even as I thought that, my thrusts grew deeper and my hand found her nub again, rubbing circles around it, making her writhe until she arched her back and finally let out a scream so loud I had to cover her mouth with my own hand. I reached my own orgasm. then, pulling out and spilling on her naked stomach as we both took in much–needed gulps of air,

“Oh my god,” I heard her curse under her breath, and I couldn’t help but let out a huff of laughter.

She pushed my chest and looked at me like I was crazy. “Your secretary definitely heard that. We came in here together. How would he believe that you’d be napping at a time like this?!” she hissed, pushing me away,

I finally took off my soiled shirt, wiped her stomach as best I could, then clekord myself before tucking myself back in and zipping up my slacks. I didn’t answer before I picked her up again.

1. s. “Can you stop picking me up like I weigh nothing I’m literally lixty kilos

She let out a yelp. ”

I frowned. “No wonder you’re so light. You should eat more. The wind might blow you away

“There is something seriously wrong with you,” she huffed as I opened the conjoined bathroom and carried her into the shower. She looked around in surprise.

“And for your information a secretary’s job is to maintain his boss’s image and make sure no unsavory rumors get out. So you can rest assured- even if he figured something out–he’d crase is from his mind. He’s been my secretary for over five years now” I said.

She visibly went rigid. “Oh. That sound-

I—one I’d now started to associate with disappointment was clearly audible in her tone, and I frowned. What was she thinking now?

I moved forward and turned the shower to warm before opening it and continuing, “Relax. Don’t think too much. Shower. I’ll order lunch for both

of us in the meantime.”

She nodded hesitantly before I stepped out of the room, the memory of her writhing beneath me still fresh in my mind. Even without having an esdetic memory, I knew I’d never be able to forget that look–her eyes filled with moisture, her hand covering her mouth as she shook her head, trying to keep in her sounds.

But because she was definitely different from all my other attractions. More interesting, for one. Even if saying that made me sound like an asshole. She wasn’t shy, nor did she fake louil, meaningless noises while doing it.

She was responsive. A hell of a lot more than anyone else. I’d also learned that her ears were sensitive. One of her most sensitive parts.

I’d suspected as much from how often I saw them turning red–whether she was excited or embarrassed, that quirk of hers was very cute. And strangely enough, unlike my previous lays, she made me look forward to the next time. I wanted to see her unravel even more. I wanted to keep seeing that dazed look in her eyes that made me want to keep her in a constant state of orgasm.

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