Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno - Chapter 107: Chapter 107

.Nikolai.
I watched as she disappeared into the fog, my self-restraint was pulled taut, I didn't want to follow her in there, not after she took Lorenzo and is refusing to let him go until I give her what she wants.
I took off my jacket and dropped it on the floor right next to her discarded clothes, I loosened the tie, taking it off as well and then took off my shoes.
My feet moved on their own accord and I opened the door to the shower cabin and stepped inside. Her back was facing me, her long dark hair darker now, delicately sticking to her back as the water gently cascaded over her. The sight of her dark brown hair against her luminescent skin was a fucking beautiful sight.
She knew I was here, she didn't turn, she didn't pay attention to me; she just let me watch her taking a shower. My eyes followed the suds sliding down her glistening skin, I wanted nothing more than to run my tongue along every inch of her delectable body.
My slacks tightened painfully. Instinctively, I undid my belt ripping it out of the loops. I wrapped the belt around my fist from one side and tightly held onto the other end, watching the sweet curve of her ass.
I wrapped my belt around her neck and pulled her naked body into mine, her ass to my erection. She gasped and looked up at me from over her shoulder. Her wet thick eyelashes looked beautiful as she blinked.
I dipped my head, my lips hovered just above her plump ones, "Tell me to stop before I lose my shit..."
"Is that supposed to scare me? You think I can't handle you?" she sneered, her eyes taking on a sexy, wild look that made my cock twitch in my slacks.
I darted my tongue out and swiped it across her wet lips, "I know you can't handle me if I lose control... because I won't stop, not even when you beg or cry. I won't stop until I satisfy the insatiable craving I've had for you for the last fucking year."
"You really think that I'd beg and cry for you to stop? Do your worse, Nikolai. Let's see who will beg who..."
I smirked, I let go of the belt and fisted her wet hair; slamming her front into the wall, the shower sprayed all over me, drenching my clothes but I didn't fucking care.
My eyes trailed down the delectable curve of her ass. I kept holding her in place with one hand over the back of her head and the other went to her ass. Running my teeth over my bottom lip, I softly caressed it before landing a slap; fuck, the sound of it was arousing as hell with water running down her body. She struggled against my hold, trying hard to break free.
"You really think you can play games with me, Evangeline?"
"Fuck you, Nikolai!" she snapped at me. The way she was fighting against me, something about her defiance stirred something inside of me. A certain rush shot down my body causing my skin to itch with need and my cock painfully hard, I wanted
nothing but to pound inside of her.
"I'd rather fuck you." The words were still in my mouth when she broke free of my hold and turned, shoving me away from her. There was something in her eyes, something about her that was making me crazier for her, the disdain mixed with her wildcat-like anger was something new, something far more arousing than her submission.
My hand flew to her neck, I took a step closer to her once more, pressing her body into the wall behind her with mine.
My wet clothes were torture against my skin, I wanted to tear them off, I wanted to feel her smooth skin rub against mine at every single touch. Her hands went to my shirt and she yanked it before she pushed the shirt off my shoulders letting it drop, the buttons dropped to the ground with slight clanks, along with my belt resting on the floor.
My eyes went to her plump lips asking to be devoured. Holding her in place by her neck, I forced my thumb between her lips, parting them, forcing it back to her throat. Her hand went to the button of my pants, she unbuttoned it and forced it down all the while looking into my eyes as I tried to choke her.
I stepped out of my pants making it easier for her, my boxers were next, and my cock sprang free, hitting her stomach. The water ran down our naked bodies, she deliberately raked her long fingernails against my skin, scratching it off and leaving visible marks behind.
I force my thumb into her throat making her eyes water. She was mine, mine to fuck, mine to ruin, mine to fight, and mine to love. Her little throat belonged to me as well to do as I please.
Then she did something unexpected, she bit down hard over my thumb, her teeth clamping down hard into my skin, she will probably draw blood. I hissed as she grabbed my cock in her hand at the same time. She was turning this whole situation around. She was trying to take control, she was trying to control me instead, she wanted to be the one in charge, she wanted power.
I pulled my thumb out of her mouth, her teeth scraped my skin off. She continuously moved her hand up and down my erection. I was never the one to give control to someone else, whether it is in bed or in normal life. Nikolai Costello is always the one in control, didn't she already know that?
"You wanna be in control?" I asked my voice heavy with need, showing her how much I wanted her, giving her the satisfaction that she had me in the palm of her hand.
Her lips contort into a beautiful smirk, "I'm in control."
I laughed, slightly shaking my head. How naive of her to think that, "Stupid little Evangeline-"
I hadn't fully said it when her open palm collided with my cheek, a sharp sound responded in the small cabin. She slapped me, she fucking slapped me.
It's rare that somebody-especially a woman-has the guts to slap me across my face. She has done it twice... It didn't settle well with me, not at all. If it was any other woman, I would have broken her wrist.
She again pushed me back with both of her palms, "Don't call me that!"
In a second, I again curled my fingers against her neck, I could feel her little heartbeat right under my palm. In a second, forcefully parted her legs, wrapping them around my waist as I slammed into her.
Hard.
She tried to fight me, her hands flying around, scratching my face, cutting my lips in the process. I grabbed her wrists with both of my hands and pinned them above her head, I pounded into her mercilessly, not holding anything back. I looked into her eyes as I did so.
There was anger, defiance, disdain, and lust all intermixed into her beautiful brown eyes.
I shifted both of her wrists under a single hand and trailed my other hand down her body, stopping as they reached her perky breasts, I kneaded them one after the other, slapping them hard, as they moved up
and down with every single thrust of mine.
I smirked as I saw her biting her lower lip to keep her moans in. The sound of our wet skin slapping together resounded in the shower cabin, she was keeping her moans from me, she was trying hard to not show
how much she was getting a kick out of this.
"And this is how you take control," I whispered over her lips.