Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno - Chapter 70: Chapter 70

•Evangeline.
Nikolai pulled himself out of me, and I winced once again from the slight friction. He lay on his back and stared at the dark sky above us. He glanced at me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me to his side.
My head rested on his bicep as I put my hand over his heart, feeling it beat under my hand. His hand went to my lower stomach, and he caressed it gently. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine..."
He let out a dry breath. "How much does
I shook my head. "Just a little..."
thurt?"
He kissed my forehead. "You can tell me, Evangeline..."
I smiled. "I'm fine, Nikolai; it just stings a little. It feels sore..."
"I would have fucked you again if you weren't."
My face lost color as I thought about doing it again while I was still sore. I rubbed my thighs together and felt something thick and wet between my legs.
I propped up on my elbow and looked down at my thighs; I gasped as I noticed the blood that was smeared on my inner thighs.
There was so much blood; when I read and researched about it, all it said was that some girls bleed a little, and some don't bleed at all. Nikolai was considerably thick and long; it may be a reason I had bled this much. The white sheets also had blood on them.
I bit my lower lip and then looked back at Nikolai; his heated gaze was already on me. "It doesn't hurt as bad as it looks," I told him.
"I tried to be gentle; I have never been this gentle with a woman."
I smiled, "Thank you"
He kissed my forehead once more, "You don't have to thank me, baby girl."
"You were gentle; I know it's not your forte," I let out a soft laugh and glanced up at him. "Have you ever been with an inexperienced woman before? Someone as inexperienced as me?" I wanted to ask if he had
been with a virgin before.
He didn't even think before answering me. "No, I have never been with a virgin; you are my first."
I snuggled closer to him. "I know it's going to sound silly, but you are my first, too."
He laughed at that. "My first time was with a mafia whore my father gave me for my sixteenth birthday. She had way more experience than me. She taught me some things..." he trailed off.
The stupid girl in me got jealous of that woman. "Was she pretty?"
He frowned as if thinking about it. "I don't remember much about her; she wasn't anything special. She isn't the one who bled all over my cock"
My cheeks heated up at his words; I bit the inside of my cheek, "I was only seven years old when you had your first time."
He laughed, pushing me back playfully. "Fuck off! Don't make this weird for me."
I laughed out loud, watching how he grimaced at my words. "What? It's true. I was probably still in my diapers when you had your first kiss."
He leaned closer to me and bit my earlobe, making me wince. "Evangeline, if you made this any more awkward, I'm gonna fuck you while you're still sore," he threatened, but his voice had a playful hint to it.
I rolled my eyes. "Fine! You're no fun!"
He turned on his side, facing me-the fluffy white duvet covering the lower half of my body. He appraised me paying close attention to every single feature of mine.
"Does your arm still hurt?" he asked as his hand stroked the back of my head.
"Nope..."
He glanced down. "Are you sure you're fine?"
As if on cue, a yawn bubbled up. "Just a little sleepy."
He got to his feet, taking away his warmth from my body. My head landed back on the pillow; I clutched the white sheets to my chest as I propped up on my elbows and watched him putting on his boxer shorts.
"Are you going somewhere?" I asked.
He then crouched beside me, wrapped the sheets around my naked body, and scooped me up in his arms. I immediately rested my head on his chest as he led us downstairs to our bedroom.
He took me straight to the bathroom and made me stand on my feet as he filled the bath with warm water.
Now standing on my own two feet, I felt something else trickling down my inner thigh; it wasn't just blood; it was Nikolai's cum mixed with blood...
"Nikolai, shouldn't we use protection?" I asked.
I never really gave it a thought because I'd never had sex before today, but what if I got pregnant? What then? I don't know if I was ready to have children; I don't know if Nikolai was prepared to have children. I was only eighteen-well, almost nineteen because it was only a few weeks before my nineteenth birthday.
"Why?" he asked as he came to me, taking off the sheets from my body and flinging them to the ground. "You're my wife, Evangeline, not some whore I need to be cautious with, and if you're scared for anything
else, then I'm clean."
He made me sit in the warm water, letting it soothe my sore body. He ran his hands all over my body, touching it, caressing it, washing it like it belonged to him and only him.
He didn't get into the shower with me like he did the last time. He sprayed water over my head, washed my hair, and ran his fingers through them.
"Aren't you gonna get in?"
He didn't answer me; instead, he asked me to step out of the tub and handed me a towel to wrap around myself. He kissed the back of my wet hair and whispered against my head. "Go and slip into some
comfortable clothes and sleep."
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"I'm gonna take a shower; then, I have some work to do." Disappointment hit me like a tidal wave. I didn't expect him to work tonight. I wanted him to be in bed with me; I wanted him to stay close to me. I wanted to wrap my body around his while we slept through the
night together.
"Evangeline, I'll be back in an hour, alright."
I smiled and nodded before leaving the bathroom and heading to our closet. I slipped into an oversized t-shirt and underwear. I came out of the closet and settled onto the bed as I heard the shower running in
the bathroom.
I sighed as I eased under the covers. I felt tired; my muscles ached, and the burning sensation between my legs was a constant reminder of him being inside of me. I could still feel his thick erection inside of me, how it felt, how it gave me an equal amount of pleasure and pain.
The shower turned off, and a few seconds later, Nikolai stepped out, drying his hair with a towel. He went into the closet and came out wearing a t-shirt and jeans. He was underdressed for Don Niko; I wondered
where he was going.
He glanced at me before he walked over to me and placed a long kiss on my forehead. "We'll leave tomorrow for New York," he informed. "Now sleep"
I nodded; Nikolai turned off the lights, and then I heard his footsteps receding until they left the room.
I woke up with his fingers lightly brushing my back. I was lying on my stomach, my arms wrapped around my pillow. I fluttered open my eyes and saw the soft sunlight streaming through the blinds casting beautiful rays throughout the room.
My shirt had ridden, exposing my back to him as his finger slowly glided along the curve of my back. I noticed that his finger was moving in the same pattern repeatedly.
C
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Costello...
He was writing Costello on my skin again and again. It was like he was branding me, marking his territory, claiming me as his and only his.
I shuddered, and goosebumps rose all over my body.
"Did I wake you?" he asked from behind.
I lay flat on my back, facing Nikolai. He was leaning against the headboard. Shirtless, hair tousled, with a faint smile on his face.
"When did you come home last night?" I asked through a yawn.
"Late..." he answered.
"For how many hours did you sleep?"
"More than enough"
I rolled my eyes; it probably meant two to three hours. "Nikolai, you'll get sick."
I tossed the duvet aside and placed my feet on the ground. I stood up, and as my thighs rubbed together, a twinge of pain flashed between my legs. I got reminded of the memories from last night with every step I
took.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and looked at myself. I noticed the discoloration over my neck; placing my hands over the counter, I leaned closer and made out the shape of Nikolai's fingers. It was from when he held me down last night. From the bruising, it looked like I had been in a fight or something, but all I remember was the overwhelming pleasure when he held me down; it made me want more.
I took off the oversized t-shirt and saw the trail of love bites that traveled down to my stomach.
I had his love marks all over my body...
He told me that he had to be gentle with me. My eyes widened; if this was gentle, I'm afraid to see what his "rough" looks like. I put my t-shirt back on and brushed my teeth. I felt too lazy and tired to take a shower and dress up. I washed my face and tied my hair in a messy bun on the top of my head, pulling out a few strands, so I didn't look entirely homeless.
I made my way out of the bathroom; Nikolai was still in bed, using his cellphone. His attention snapped towards me, and he frowned.
"Why are you walking like that?"
"I'm sore..."
"Come here..."
A shiver ran through me as his deep, morning voice resounded in my ears. Before I knew it, I walked to him. I didn't expect him to pull me over his body; my breath whooshed out of me in surprise.
His scent was mind-boggling, and the feel of his body was something I couldn't put in words. I felt safe, secure, and comfortable in his arms. They were my home.
He kissed my cheek, and then his lips traced my ear, peppering soft kisses all over the side of my face. His hand ran down my back to my thigh; curling his finger around my thigh, he pulled my body entirely over
him.
He then rolled us over and hovered over me, looking me in the eyes. He kissed my nose and trailed kisses down my body from over my shirt. "Let me make it up to you," he whispered before he held my panties to the side and gently flicked his tongue over my clit.
At first, I thought he wanted to sleep with me again, and it kind of scared me because I wasn't ready, but then I realized he was doing this just for me, to make me feel better. He didn't pressure me for anything, he pleasured me with his mouth, and I did the same for him.
We then showered together; he was surprisingly gentle with everything he did with me. We had breakfast late in the afternoon. He made small talk with me and told me more about his life as the head of the family. There were certain things, some duties he wanted me to take on as his wife.
He also wanted to officially introduce me to his family in New York, too, and introduce me to his father and the rest of his close relatives. The whole Bratva counts into it because his mother was a Russian mafia
princess. The relationship between them was pretty friendly. Nikolai knew if he were ever in trouble, the Russians would have his back.
After that, a few maids packed up our luggage as we left the villa for the airport to get back to New York City.