Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno - Chapter 28: Chapter 28

-Evangeline.
I hadn't even made it out of his bedroom when a hand clasped around my neck from behind and Nikolai pulled me into his rock-hard chest. My back was glued to his front, he turned my head to the side and nuzzled his face into it, breathing in. He made a sound of approval, of satisfaction.
"Don't play smart with me, Angel."
Then I felt his tongue slowly trailing up to my ear, my eyes closed involuntarily and my head lolled back, giving him more access. He pulled the skin between his teeth, nipping harshly. While his one hand kept me in place I felt the other one cupping my breasts. I moaned carelessly, I knew no one was in the house anyway, except for Scott but I don't care about him.
Both of his hands left me and went behind my back where he slowly unzipped my dress. With a single tug, it fell to the ground and pooled around my feet. He then slowly unclasped my bra and it also followed the dress on the ground.
I didn't want it to be one-sided again, while this man has seen me completely naked, I haven't even seen him without his jacket. Even as I gave him head a few minutes ago, he didn't even take his pants off.
I turned to face him but he wasn't looking into my eyes, his heated gaze was on my body, and his expression was serious, stoic. I stepped closer until my bare breasts brushed against his jacket, and my nipples tightened and were erected painfully.
I placed both of my hands on his chest over his clothes. "I want to see you" I whispered.
With reluctant hands, I pushed the jackets off his shoulders. I breathed out in relief as he didn't stop me, but he took it off himself.
Tension crept between us, finding its way between my legs. I wanted to see what was beneath that white shirt. I wanted to see how far the tattoos goes and how much they covered his beautiful body. I wanted to put out this fire inside me that had been there since I'd seen him.
I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, afraid that he might stop me at some point but he didn't. He let me do it, he let me undress him. I pulled his white shirt out of his pants and completely took it off his body. My eyes trailed down to every single tattoo on his body, they were just too many, too beautiful, too irresistible. I couldn't help myself as I gently laid a kiss on the tattoo over his chest.
His strong, warm hand fisted my hair from behind my head and he pulled my head back, looking me in the eyes. His hands trailed down my thighs and he tugged them upwards, picking me up in his arms and taking me to his bed.
He lay me on his bed and straightened to his full height. He watched me like a predator watches its prey. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and slid it down my legs before flopping it on the ground.
He slapped the inside of my thigh, telling me to part my legs and I did. He leaned over me and swiped a single finger between my slits. I moaned loudly at his single touch, my whole body was incredibly sensitive to his touch at this moment.
He chuckled low and darkly. "You are so fucking hot"
A warmth spread through my chest. All the thoughts that if he found me attractive or not flew out of the window. It might just be a little compliment but it meant the world to me as it came from him.
He hovered over me, placing both of his hands on either side of me on the bed, and our lips touched. I stiffened from the electric shock of it. He stroked my bottom lip with his tongue, and then he claimed my mouth roughly.
Nikolai's weight settled between my legs. Then I felt something cold, something hard pressing against my stomach. It was his belt, he had taken off his shirt but he was still wearing his pants and I lay completely naked underneath him. I have never been this naked, this exposed in front of anyone.
He trailed kisses to my neck, leaving my mouth. His teeth scraped my sensitive skin, and shivers flooded over my body. My nipples tightened to the point of hurting, but his big warm hand caressed them, soothing the ache.
A rough hand slid down my stomach and then slipped between my legs, he was touching me there, exactly where I needed him the most while his lips grazed my stiff nipple. A shiver ran through my body as he closed his teeth around it and nipped on it roughly. I arched into him with a loud moan, and his hand softly stroked my sex.
My insides clenched hard when he plunged a finger inside me, filling that empty ache. His thumb pressed down at my clit while he slowly pumped his finger in and out of me. I didn't even know how badly I needed him to do that until this moment.
He slipped another finger inside of me and the stretching sensation made me bite into my own hand. My heels dug into the soft sheets as I rocked myself against his fingers. His fingers slid in and out of me making me curl my toes.
He then withdrew his fingers and I almost whined at the loss of the touch. He leaned back on the bed and gripped the back of my knees, spreading my legs further apart.
He stared between my legs with newfound hunger and gently swiped his tongue across his lower lip. "Sei più bella di un angelo" he whispered in another language. "W-what?" I breathed out, swallowing excessively.
He lowered himself between my legs and placed a closed mouth on my clit, and her entire body shuddered, and then another kiss, like he was not doing this for me but for himself. He hummed his approval and then sucked hard. Heat bloomed inside of me as his tongue stroked my clit.
My hands fisted the sheets as his two fingers worked inside of me again, and my eyes rolled back into my head. His tongue continuously flicked my clit while his fingers thrust into me again and again. I couldn't help as my hip jerked into his thrusts.
I let go of the sheets and threaded my fingers between his thick, dark locks. My inside coiled, I was so wet that it was embarrassing, every time his fingers plunge into me a wet, and erotic sound filled the room.
I came so hard that my entire body convulsed, my toes curled, my eyes rolled back, my back arched, and my heartbeat erratic. It took me a few minutes to get over the earth-shattering feeling. He placed a soft kiss on my pulsating, sensitive clit and then sat back running a hand into his messy, tousled dark hair.
My body felt so weak and tired after, it felt like this orgasm had taken all of my strength with it. My limbs felt like jelly as if they had lost form. I licked my lips and just lay on his bed.
I didn't know what to expect next. Were we going to have sex now? Was he going to--- I furrowed my eyebrows as Nikolai got off the bed and strolled in the direction of the bathroom.
"Where are you going?"
"Shower" was all he said before he disappeared into the ensuite.
A few seconds later, I heard the shower running. Too exhausted and sleepy to move and wrapped his blanket around my naked body. My eyelids felt heavy and I finally gave in to sleep.
I woke up to an empty bed, the sun rays softly streamed in through the drawn curtains. I stretched my body to get rid of the grogginess. I was still in Nikolai's room, in his bed but he was nowhere to be found.
I got off the bed and padded to my bedroom. I brushed my teeth, showered, and dressed up in shorts and a T-shirt. I descended the stairs and followed the delicious smell that reached my nostrils.
I halted in the doorway as I saw his naked back. He was wearing pants and was cooking breakfast without a shirt.
"Good morning" a smile pulled on my lips and I walked closer to him. I propped myself up on the countertop beside the stove and watched as cooking breakfast had all of his attention. "You know how to cook?" I
asked.
"Doesn't everyone?" He answered dryly.
I bit the inside of my cheek. "I don't..."
He picked up a plate from beside me and I noticed his busted knuckles. I chewed my lip, it wasn't there last night when his hand was between my legs.
I pointed toward his knuckles. "What happened?"
His gaze slightly shifted to his knuckles. "Had to beat someone up"
"Oh..."
I wasn't expecting him to be so straightforward and nonchalant about it. The fact that this big, bad dangerous man could kill someone without a second thought, and here he was making breakfast for me made
me giddy. The butterflies in my stomach went crazy.
"Who taught you?" I asked.
"Everyone should know how to cook, Evangeline" he drawled
"But who taught you?"
"My mother"
Little Nikolai and his mom, cooking in the kitchen Something about that visual made me smile hard. He must be an adorable little boy considering how good-looking he still was.
"Where is she?" I asked
"Who?"
"Your mom?"
He let out a dry breath as he placed the omelet on the plate. "Get off the counter, Evangeline, and eat"
I hopped off the counter and settled into an island seat. He placed a plate before me and settled opposite me. I know he doesn't like to talk and I know he has been patient with me and my never-ending questions, he always tried to answer me even if his answers were one-worded. I enjoyed the delicious omelet he had made, the only sound that resounded in his huge kitchen was of the forks.
"Nikolai..."
"Hm?"
"Did you find out who murdered my parents?"
Nikolai looked into my eyes before shaking his head. "I told you, Angel, I'll let you know first when I find something out..."
Once finished, he got off his seat and tried to pick up the dishes when I stopped him.
"I'll do it!" I announced.
I took his plate from him and took the plates to the sink. I turned the faucet on and looked around for something to wash them.
I felt his large, hard body brushing my back. "I'll teach you" he whispered in my ear.
Chewing on my lower lip, I nodded. "Okay..."
His large hands clasped around both of mine, we picked up a sponge, and then he told me to drizzle dishwasher liquid over it. I pumped the bottle a few times and it squirted over the sponge. Slowly, foam began
to form. We picked up a plate and scrubbed it off. I suppressed a smile as I noticed how gently he was handling me. We then put the plate under the running water and washed all the foam off.
He leaned over and placed his cheek beside mine, I know how much he had to lower himself for me. The height difference was clear to anyone. His light stubble brushed against my cheeks, pricking into my skin. His mind-boggling scent enveloped my body.
"See, Angel, it's not that hard" he whispered into my ear and I giggled like a little girl. "We need to teach you some basic survival skills. If on your own, you'd die in a day"
I laughed at his words and shook my head. "Are you going to teach me everything yourself?"
He smiled against my cheek. "Am I a bad teacher?" he counter-questioned. His tone insinuated the dirty thoughts that were running through his mind.
"You're the best I have ever had..." I bit the inside of my cheek as I said the next words, knowing they could get me in trouble. "but then again I don't have much experience with anyone. Maybe, you're just average and I have nothing to compare you to"
He laughed, like a real, genuine laugh and I realized I have never heard him laugh before. I could get used to this sound.
He nipped my earlobe and I felt a stinging slap on my butt before he whispered. "Little devil"
He stepped back and ordered me to work. I dried off the plates and put them in their place as he just watched me, leaning against the counter. Two of his fingers constantly brushed against his lower lip.
"I have an event coming up at the end of this week. A charity event. Would you like to go?"
I raised an eyebrow and leaned against a counter opposite him, copying his posture. "A charity event? You do charity?"
He nodded. "A lot of it... I was listed as the most generous man in New York City"
His words intrigued me. "How come no one holds you accountable for your actions? The scene I saw yesterday night was anything but legal. How does nobody know who you are? And what do you do?"
"In the real world, I'm just a businessman, Angel"
"So, no one knows about killings or..."
He seemed amused, "I'm a powerful man. People fear me and when people fear you, they don't challenge you"
"Then whoever killed them must be powerful too..." I whispered to myself.
"What?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
I smiled at him, shaking my head. "I'd love to go."
He winked at me and I just stared at him, this perfection of a man as he strolled toward me and gripped my chin between his forefinger and thumb. He placed a short, quick kiss on my parted lips and then walked
out of the kitchen.