Bound by lies Trapped by Desire novel Chapter 55

The blaring sound of my alsem fett like a hammer to the skull, I groaned, rolling over, the movement sending a dull throb through my bruised arms. “Siri, stop the damn alarm” 1 mumbled, my voice scratchy. The ringing ceased, but the ache in my muscles didn’t

and up at the celling, the strong scent of coffee wafting in from the kitchen, Nikolai had ordered a new coffee machine, top–of–the–line, of course. New, every morning started with the rich, dark scent of freshly brewed espresso. Normally, I’d savor it. Today, it was a cruel reminder of everything! couldn’t do I still hadn’t figured out what to do about my presentation, and Rachel still wasn’t responding to any of my texts.

I pushed myself up with my elbows, gritting my teeth as pain shot through my arms. The bandages on my hands felt like a prison, trapping me in my own sks How the hell was I supposed to shower? Mom had helped with brushing my teeth and washing my face yesterday but I had to shower now.

Before I could work up the nerve to get out of bed, the door opened. Nikolai stood there, already dressed in his usual office attire – crisp white shirt, unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His tie and blazer were missing, and the first few strands of his dark hair hung messily over his forehead. He looked tired. He’d come home late last night. Due to some important meeting.

“he said, his gaze drifting over me. “You need help with the shower?

“Oh, you’re up,” he said, hi

Heat flooded my face can manage

“Sure you can,” he said dryly, walking over to the bed. “Come on, Elena, You’re not fooling anyone.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but he was already slipping an arm around my waist, hauling me up gently and holding me steady as I wobbled to my feet. Which was stupid because my legs were working just fine. A little pain on the knee caps but that was all

The bathroom was fill the scent of his aftershave–clean, musky, distracting. He sot me down on the closed toilet seat and reached for the hem of

my shirt

“Wait” | squeaked.

He paused, a brow lifting, “What?”

“This is this is weird,” I muttered, my face burning. “I mean, you don’t have to-”

“We’ve already had sex, Elena. I’ve seen you naked, multiple times

“That’s different,” I said quickly. “That was… you know, for…fum.”

His Spaquired “And this isn’t fun for you?”

“That’s not at i manti” i sputtered.

He laughed then, a low, raspy sound that sent a shower down my spine. “Relax, Malishka. I’m just helping you clea stinking like sweat.”

“Fine” grumbled bhing down on my lower lip. “Just don’t look.”

clean up. Unless you’d rather sit here all day

“You’re cube when you’re embarrassed,” he said, lys voice dropping as he knelt before me. His hands were warm, firm as he lifted the shirt over my head, tossing it into the laundry basket. I shivered as the cool air hit my skin, my nipples pebbling beneath the thin sports bra.

Nikolar’s eyes darkened, but he said nothing as he unhooked it, sliding it down my arms carefully to avoid the bandages. Then he was peeling down my shorts, his game fixed on my face the entire time. I tried not to squirm, tried not to think about how his hands felt against my skin or how his breath ghosted over my collarbone as he leaned in to help me step out of the shorts.

To my utter embarrassment. I also had to pee. So he stepped out as I did my business only to come back in and use water to cl

done, mortification wouldn’t be enough in explain my current condition,

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Chapter 55

“Alright,” he said, standing up. “Let’s get

He helped me into the shows, the water waim against my bruised skin. Heaned against the tiled wall as he reached for the soap, lathering his hands. Ho moved closer, his chest brushing apaimt mine as he began to wash me his hands sliding over my arms, my shoulders, my back. Each touch was slow, delibere, and maddeningly pendle

“You’ve tense,” he muured, his mouth close to my eat.

“I’m nei teose,” said, teeth clenched.

His hands slipped lower, trailing over my hips, my thighs, moving up again until his soapy fingers found the curve of my breasts. I sucked in a sharp breath, my heart slamming against my ribs as he cupped them, massaging slow circles over the soapy skin.

osure about that?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave.

Istarted, but then his fingers dipped lower, sliding between my legs. The soapy slickness made me gasp, my knees buckling as his fingers stroked ever my clit, circling, pressing just right

tense?” he asked, his mouth brushing against my neck,

Oh god, I whimpered, my hips jerking forward.

He kept going, his fingers moving faster, harder, until my body tensed, shuddered, and finally splintered apart. This was faster than all the times before. I had gotten so used to orgasms multiple times a night that even one day off was making me horny as hell

Ibit down on my lip to muttle the cry that escaped me, my hands aching as I accidentally clenched them, making me gasp in pain.

“There you go,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple as I sagged against him. “Now, let’s wash your hair”

By the time he finished, I was a boneless, dazed mess. He wrapped me in a towel, dried me off carefully, then helped me into a white T–shirt and a flowy skirt. I could barely lift my arms, let alone button up a shirt, so he did it for me.

“Why the skirt!” he asked, brow raised. Since I had chosen this outfit.

“Lasier to go to the bathroom,” I muttered, cheeks still flushed.

He chuckled, ruffling my hair. ” help you with that, don’t worry.”

I couldn’t do anything but nod.

ay strand of hair behind my ear. “I’m only allowing you to go out like this because of your

“You know,” he says, brushing a stray

“Allowing?” arch a brow, feigning offense.

presentation.

“Yes,” he says, eyes ginting as they rake over my bandaged hands. “Otherwise, I’d keep you right here, Resting”

I roll my eyes, ignoring the fluttering sensation in my chest. “What are you, my warden now?”

He leans in his lips brushing just over the shell of my ear. “If that’s what you’re into, Malishka

isher, my face heating

“And after we are done, I’ll bring you right back home,” he continues, pulling away, his expression back to that smug, infuriating grin,

I blink, eyebrows knitting together. “We”

Nikolai’s brow arches as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Yes, w

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my casually, axit be hashi’t just dropped a bombshell,

thought of that fulbeen so caught up in the panic of not being able to use my hands, of trying to come up with a

red to me that he might actually help.

ve sonaller than Flint

oment,

something unguarded in his eyes. Something that makes my heart stutter.

Sugh for my wife,” he murmurs, stopping closer and lifting my chin with the pad of his thumb. “Not when she needs me

Cheaney in the

ing my cheeks flush. My pulse quickens

but the words don’t come.

t my skirt, as he clips back my combed wet hair in a half up do.

She glanced

mirking. Then let’s go

smell of coffee stronger now. Mom was already there, fully dressed, her hair neatly tied back as she poured herself a

i she saw Nikolai, her expression soening

reakfast again?” she asked, watching as he served her pancakes. “You should be resting, Nikolai

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