Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno - Chapter 81: Chapter 81

.Nikolai.
The second her lips met mine, I fucking lost it. I have been holding myself back for days now. I didn't fucking touch her, I avoided even looking at her but when she touched me, I lost the little control I had.
I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her over my lap. She straddled me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I breathed in her scent, fuck, I missed it.
I felt like a traitor to my own family. This-kissing my wife-felt so wrong but so fucking right. Her body molded into mine perfectly like she was made for me; just for me.
The car came to a halt, she pulled back looking into my eyes. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, and her swollen lips were parted as she breathed heavily. By the look on her face, I knew if I ripped apart her underwear and thrust my two fingers inside of her, I'd find her fucking wet as hell.
She licked her lips and got off my lap, she opened the car door and stepped out; a little unsteady on her feet. I stepped out behind her and we walked inside.
It was over.
The moment was gone.
I could see things clearly now.
She was the daughter of the man who killed my mother. She had his blood running through her veins. If I allowed myself to fall in love with her, I'd be a traitor to my own family. I'd be betraying my mother. I can't betray my mother. My mother had been the love of my life since the day I opened my eyes.
Evangeline walked ahead of me and I was tempted to follow her upstairs to our bedroom but instead, I turned toward my study.
A bottle of whiskey will do.
Replace one addiction with another.
"No, you don't get to do that, not tonight!" she aggressively grabbed my forearm and tugged me along with her.
I let her.
Her grip was too feeble, too soft. I could pull my arm out of her hold with little effort but I let her take me upstairs.
Just for one night, Nikolai.
One single night then I won't touch her again.
Just this once...
I wanted to taste her again. I wanted to touch her. Fuck her till she fucking cries from pleasure. Just one last time.
One last time...
She pulled me into the room and slammed the door shut. She pushed me against the closed door and again pressed her lips to mine.
She tasted so good, so fucking good. She tasted like my Evangeline, not like the murderer's daughter. So, I kissed her back, one last time.
I forced my tongue into her mouth, ravishing her pretty little mouth, it was mine to ruin anyway.
Her soft hands ran all over my body and she pushed my jacket off. I let her do it, one last time.
I was too busy kissing her that I didn't notice when she took off my vest and my tie. Her long, slim fingers worked on my shirt buttons so impatiently.
I bit down hard on her lower lip as she scratched her fingernails over my chest and down to my stomach, taking my shirt off while doing so.
She moaned into my mouth and I deepened the kiss, I couldn't get enough of her lips. It was our last time, I wanted her-I wanted to take her as much as I could. She was my fucking drug, the drug I have to give
up now.
Fuck! I didn't want to, I really didn't want to.
Her hands went to my belt and she unbuckled it, pulling it out of the loops.
My hands went to her back as I looked for the zipper. I slid the zipper down the curve of her back and the dress pooled around her feet.
She pulled back, and unbuttoned my pants, pulling them down my legs and leaving me only in my boxer shorts.
I stared at her beautiful form, one last time.
I grabbed her by her neck and switched our position. I slammed her body into the door; she gasped loudly, her hands flying to my hands on her neck. My fingers dug into the sides of her neck, she got on her tiptoes, and her eyes watered... one last time.
I could feel her little heartbeat under my palm. I keep her there, staring down at her as she looked up into my eyes. I fucking love it when she holds eye contact with me, no other woman had done it before, they always cower away in my presence but she doesn't, her challenging eyes sets my body on fire. It was after I met her, that I realized how hot it is for a woman to look me straight in the eyes.
I pinned her against the door and rested my forehead against hers. The tip of my nose touching hers, she pulled herself off the door and pressed her body into mine as she couldn't wait to have me.
And I didn't let her wait anymore.
I pulled her away from the door and dragged her to the bed before tossing her over it. Her body bounced over the mattress before I hovered over her and ripped her bra from the middle.
The frustration in me grew. I couldn't think straight, I wanted her, I wanted to be inside of her. It felt like it had been a fucking year since I had last been inside of her.
I took off my boxers and stroked myself as I nipped and sucked her breasts, switching between the two. Her moans were like music to my soul, one last time...
I rubbed the tip of my cock over her clit, she was so wet, so fucking ready for me.
With a single hard thrust, I was inside of her balls deep. She gasped loudly followed by a little shriek. She encircled her arms around my neck as I thrust into her with everything in me.
One.
Last.
Time.
She wrapped her legs around my waist pulling me closer to her. I bit her neck and in return, she bit down my shoulder to muffle her moans.
The only sound that resounded around the room was of our skins slapping together and the little moans, that escaped her lips.
I pulled my face out of her neck and looked at her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, she had chewed on her bottom lip so hard that it was bleeding. A blush had crept up her cheeks, sweat glistened over her skin.
I just stared at her like this, one last time.
"FUCK!" I growled, pulling myself off her. My chest fucking hurt to even think that this is the last time, I'd get to see her like this.
I grabbed her by her waist and turned her on her stomach. I couldn't look at her face. I raised her ass in the air and pounded into her from behind.
Her hands tried to grasp something before she held onto the sheets, clutching them in her fists. She pushed her face into the mattress and moaned my name over and over and over again.
Nik...
Nik...
Nik...
One last time....
I sat over my knees and pulled her up by her hair, her upper body got off the mattress, and we both were now on our knees. Her hands came behind her, rooting for my body.
I wrapped an arm around her stomach and forced her down on my dick, her back pressed to my front, her legs between my parted thighs, our bodies connected in the most intimate way.
One arm around her stomach, and the other on her neck. I fucked her hard, as fucking hard as I could, one last time.
"Nik, I'm close... I'm so close," she cried out.
I trailed my hand that was on her stomach-down to her clit. I rubbed her aggressively, she let out a scream throwing her head back over my chest. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head before she squeezed
them shut.
"Oh, god, oh, Nik..."
"Come for me, Angel," I whispered to her.
One.
Last.
Time.
Her walls tightened around my cock, she couldn't keep in her cries as her orgasm came crashing down, making her so weak:
my arms.
But that didn't stop. I wasn't done with her, not yet.
I pounded harder than before. Her nails broke my skin as she dug them into my thighs, screaming out.
I fucked her...
On her knees...
Against the wall...
On the fucking floor...
On the dresser...
Against the mirror...
On every piece of furniture in that room...
Her legs practically gave out before I dragged her back to the bed, this time she was on her back as I stood between her legs over the edge of the bed.
I drove her thighs apart before plunging into her again.
My hand went to her neck again, I squeezed hard, pressing my palm against her throat, forcing her head into the mattress.
Her mouth opened into a soundless scream, her eyes watered and a single tear slid down the side of her cheek, landing on the sheets below.
I thrust harder and harder.
Her face reddened, taking on a different color from her body. She scratched her nails over my arm, trying to pry off my grip on her neck.
She tried to say something but she couldn't let out a single word. Terror flashed in her eyes, she was scared of me. She had never been scared of me. Another tear slid down the side of her face, followed by another one. Her face turned incredibly wet.
I could take my revenge right here, right now. Her last breath was in my hands. I could snuff out the light in her eyes with a single twist of her neck.
Her neck was too delicate, I can easily break it.
I pound into her, looking straight into her tear-filled eyes. My orgasm builds up, she was still fighting, still trying to get out of my hold.
Doesn't she know? Once Nikolai Costello puts a mark on someone, there's no way out.
He wanted his daughter to live her life to the fullest. He took away my mother's life so that Evangeline could have one.
I could take away hers too.
I can't fucking do it.
My orgasm rushed through my cock as I exploded deep inside of her and at the same time, her whole body shuddered, I loosened my hold and she orgasmed so fucking hard, I could see it on her face, I could feel
it in her body. She squirmed, her legs twitched, her toes curled.
"Fuck!" I grunted.
I fully let go of her neck, and she inhaled sharply, her eyes going wide. She inhaled as much as she could, taking in air greedily into her lungs.
I couldn't kill her even if I tried.
I collapsed on top of her. She held me, she entangled her fingers in my hair and I could feel her smiling against my cheek, kissing me cheek all over.
Our one last time was over...
I got off her and picked up my boxers from the ground and put them back on. Her legs were still parted, and she was dripping with my cum.
In my fucked up mind, I hoped she'd get pregnant. Pregnant with a Costello. A Costello never kills a Costello. We were bound to each other with blood, and blood ties were sacred to my father. Sacred enough that
no one will touch her. She will be safe. That's all I want.
But I won't touch her again.
I can't betray my mother like that. I loved her too much to just let this go.
I looked for my pants and found them by the door. She pulled her legs into herself, a sense of shyness creeping over her as she covered her body with the white sheets.
"Where are you going?" she asked, "Stay..."
I pulled my pants on and glanced at her as I picked up my discarded shirt, "Back to my room." "Y-your room? Nikolai, this is our room... you don't have to-" she shook her head frantically, "Forget about it, forget I said anything at all. I don't want you to go. I can't live without talking to you or touching
you. I didn't mean it. I didn't mean those words. I'm sorry, I won't force you to say something you don't want to say, I get it. It's alright, don't avoid me anymore, don't ignore me, I can't take it!"
I could see the bruises taking the form of my fingers over her neck.
I let out a breath, "This won't happen again, Evangeline"
"What do you mean?"
"This... us, it's never going to happen again."
Tears pooled in her eyes, her chin trembled as she pulled the covers around her body, "Then what was this?"
"Like it or not, you are my wife, Evangeline. You started this back in the car, I just finished what you started. It's a physical need."
She gasped at my words, "A physical need? That's all it was? That's all I am to you now?"
"Do you want me to get it from other women? Is that what you want?" I asked, putting on my shirt.
Her eyes widened, "No, Nikolai..."
"This is over, Evangeline."
"You can't end a marriage like this."
from me..."
"I'm not ending our marriage, I'm just ending this part of our marriage. You can live your life right here in this house, I'll provide for you, I'll protect you but that's all I can give you. Don't expect anything else
"Please, don't do this... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, for whatever I did, I'm sorry, please, Nikolai..."
I can't do this to my mother. I can't love the woman who shares the same blood as her murderer. I can't love a woman who was given a life in exchange for my mother's.
"It was fun while it lasted..."
I didn't look back at her after saying that, I turned and went straight out of the door, slamming it shut behind me.
I'd be fucking lying if I say that it didn't hurt like a bitch.