My Rival, My Temptation - Chapter 14: Chapter 14
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Nikolai’s POV
I hadn’t been surprised when Viktor sent me a message saying he couldn’t find Katherine.
In fact, I was more surprised that it had taken her three days to try something drastic.
Had I been irritated that Viktor and Leonid let it happen? Yes. But I had a grudging respect for the fact that my troublesome wife had somehow found a way to circumvent two of my most trusted men. It meant they had underestimated her.
I never had.
For all of Ekaterina’s erratic behavior, attention-seeking dramatics, and main character syndrome, she was brilliant. She liked to act as if she wasn’t, playing up the role of the reckless, impulsive redhead with no thoughts behind those sharp green eyes. But I’d known her too long to fall for the act.
She was smart—dangerously so.
And the last thing I wanted was for something to happen to her in a foreign country, even though if I told her that, she’d never believe me.
So I left what I was doing and drove like a madman to the beach.
I was barely five minutes away when Viktor sent another message: We found her.
I should have felt relief. I should have turned the car around and gone back to what I was doing.
But I didn’t.
Because Viktor’s next words were, ‘She’s at a party. Dancing with a man.’
My grip tightened around the wheel. I kept driving even as I sent off a reply.
Monitor her. Don’t interfere, I told him.
Only to arrive and find some bastard gripping my wife’s ass like it belonged to him.
Logically, I had no reason to interfere. Faithfulness was never in our contract. In fact, I’d been the one to state that this marriage wouldn’t require it.
And yet, before I even processed the thought, I was already moving.
And before I could stop myself, just because she’d started yapping like she always seemed to do instead of just fucking listening to me whenever I have her orders, I bent down, wrapped an arm around her thighs, and threw her over my shoulder.
Like a caveman.
Like I owned her.
And maybe in that moment, I did.
Katherine shrieked, her fists slamming against my back, legs kicking in protest. “Let me go, you oversized caveman!”
I barely felt it.
Because all I could focus on was how fucking soft her body was beneath my grip.
I knew I should put her down. Should let her go. Should let her walk back to the car herself at least after embarrassing her like that in front of all those people.
Instead, I carried her straight to the car, ignoring the way she cursed me out the entire way, ignoring the way my hands burned from holding her.
By the time I threw her into the passenger seat and slammed the door, I was hanging on to control by a fucking thread.
As we drove back, Katherine sat beside me, vibrating with rage. Trying—failing—to stop herself from pouncing on me. I could practically feel her nails itching to scratch my face off.
It was entertaining.
More than that, it was satisfying.
Watching her fume, seeing her frustrated, made me feel like I’d won this round of the invisible battle between us that had started all those years ago.
But then things took an unexpected turn when we got to the villa.
Because she had finally snapped, eyes blazing, and declared that she was horny and that I’d cockblocked her.
Horny.
I had to physically stop myself from grabbing her right then and there. From flipping her onto that large bed, tying her wrists to the headboard, and showing her exactly how I would take care of that problem.
Instead I’d decided to tease her, and had been pleasantly surprised that for all her struggling and cursing, she had melted against me the second my fingers grabbed her ass.
She’d made a sound—small, strangled—so quiet that if I weren’t so attuned to her, I might not have noticed.
But I did.
And fuck, I had felt it travel down my spine.
Heat shot through me, thick and instant, and my cock hardened like fucking stone.
It had taken everything in me to walk away after I touched her.
To slam the door behind me and put distance between us, knowing that I was leaving her even more sexually frustrated than she already was.
And when I heard her scream in frustration as I walked down the hall?
I was pleased.
Very pleased.
Unfortunately, that little game I played affected me just as much as it had affected her.
And by the time I stepped into the shower, I could still feel her. The warmth of her body against mine, the way her breath hitched when I touched her, the soft, barely-there moan she made when I squeezed her ass.
My mind flashed back to the party.
To the way her body had fit against mine when I threw her over my shoulder.
To how her ass had felt in my hands—so soft, so fucking perfect.
To how she’d melted against me.
I braced a hand against the cool tiles, exhaling sharply as the image of her mouth wrapped around my cock took shape in my head.
Fuck.
I shouldn’t have indulged the thought. Should’ve shut it down immediately.
But I didn’t.
Instead, I let it consume me. Let myself imagine how it would feel, how she would sound—how wrecked she would look, taking all of me into that sharp cute mouth of hers.
My grip tightened as I stroked myself, a curse slipping through my clenched teeth.
I pictured her on her knees, eyes wide, mouth soft and warm as she opened up for me.
Pictured her whimpering around me, nails digging into my thighs as she struggled to take all of me.
Pictured myself pulling her hair, forcing her to look at me, making sure she understood that no other man could ever make her feel the way I would.
My movements turned rougher, more desperate. I could hear my own breathing, sharp and uneven, the water cascading down my back doing nothing to cool the fire raging beneath my skin.
It didn’t take long.
With a groan, I spilled into my hand, muscles tightening as pleasure slammed through me.
For a few seconds, I stayed there, breathing hard, forehead resting against the tiles.
Then, as my mind cleared, I straightened, exhaling slowly.
I needed to regain control of this situation.
I couldn’t lose power in this dynamic that we were in, because if I gave Ekaterina an inch, she’d take a mile.
And I needed to teach her a lesson for disobeying orders.
Because whether she realized it or not, there was a reason I had rules.
And I never wanted her to find out why.
Also, I needed to get laid. As soon as possible.
I hadn’t been surprised when Viktor sent me a message saying he couldn’t find Katherine.
In fact, I was more surprised that it had taken her three days to try something drastic.
Had I been irritated that Viktor and Leonid let it happen? Yes. But I had a grudging respect for the fact that my troublesome wife had somehow found a way to circumvent two of my most trusted men. It meant they had underestimated her.
I never had.
For all of Ekaterina’s erratic behavior, attention-seeking dramatics, and main character syndrome, she was brilliant. She liked to act as if she wasn’t, playing up the role of the reckless, impulsive redhead with no thoughts behind those sharp green eyes. But I’d known her too long to fall for the act.
She was smart—dangerously so.
And the last thing I wanted was for something to happen to her in a foreign country, even though if I told her that, she’d never believe me.
So I left what I was doing and drove like a madman to the beach.
I was barely five minutes away when Viktor sent another message: We found her.
I should have felt relief. I should have turned the car around and gone back to what I was doing.
But I didn’t.
Because Viktor’s next words were, ‘She’s at a party. Dancing with a man.’
My grip tightened around the wheel. I kept driving even as I sent off a reply.
Monitor her. Don’t interfere, I told him.
Only to arrive and find some bastard gripping my wife’s ass like it belonged to him.
Logically, I had no reason to interfere. Faithfulness was never in our contract. In fact, I’d been the one to state that this marriage wouldn’t require it.
And yet, before I even processed the thought, I was already moving.
And before I could stop myself, just because she’d started yapping like she always seemed to do instead of just fucking listening to me whenever I have her orders, I bent down, wrapped an arm around her thighs, and threw her over my shoulder.
Like a caveman.
Like I owned her.
And maybe in that moment, I did.
Katherine shrieked, her fists slamming against my back, legs kicking in protest. “Let me go, you oversized caveman!”
I barely felt it.
Because all I could focus on was how fucking soft her body was beneath my grip.
I knew I should put her down. Should let her go. Should let her walk back to the car herself at least after embarrassing her like that in front of all those people.
Instead, I carried her straight to the car, ignoring the way she cursed me out the entire way, ignoring the way my hands burned from holding her.
By the time I threw her into the passenger seat and slammed the door, I was hanging on to control by a fucking thread.
As we drove back, Katherine sat beside me, vibrating with rage. Trying—failing—to stop herself from pouncing on me. I could practically feel her nails itching to scratch my face off.
It was entertaining.
More than that, it was satisfying.
Watching her fume, seeing her frustrated, made me feel like I’d won this round of the invisible battle between us that had started all those years ago.
But then things took an unexpected turn when we got to the villa.
Because she had finally snapped, eyes blazing, and declared that she was horny and that I’d cockblocked her.
Horny.
I had to physically stop myself from grabbing her right then and there. From flipping her onto that large bed, tying her wrists to the headboard, and showing her exactly how I would take care of that problem.
Instead I’d decided to tease her, and had been pleasantly surprised that for all her struggling and cursing, she had melted against me the second my fingers grabbed her ass.
She’d made a sound—small, strangled—so quiet that if I weren’t so attuned to her, I might not have noticed.
But I did.
And fuck, I had felt it travel down my spine.
Heat shot through me, thick and instant, and my cock hardened like fucking stone.
It had taken everything in me to walk away after I touched her.
To slam the door behind me and put distance between us, knowing that I was leaving her even more sexually frustrated than she already was.
And when I heard her scream in frustration as I walked down the hall?
I was pleased.
Very pleased.
Unfortunately, that little game I played affected me just as much as it had affected her.
And by the time I stepped into the shower, I could still feel her. The warmth of her body against mine, the way her breath hitched when I touched her, the soft, barely-there moan she made when I squeezed her ass.
My mind flashed back to the party.
To the way her body had fit against mine when I threw her over my shoulder.
To how her ass had felt in my hands—so soft, so fucking perfect.
To how she’d melted against me.
I braced a hand against the cool tiles, exhaling sharply as the image of her mouth wrapped around my cock took shape in my head.
Fuck.
I shouldn’t have indulged the thought. Should’ve shut it down immediately.
But I didn’t.
Instead, I let it consume me. Let myself imagine how it would feel, how she would sound—how wrecked she would look, taking all of me into that sharp cute mouth of hers.
My grip tightened as I stroked myself, a curse slipping through my clenched teeth.
I pictured her on her knees, eyes wide, mouth soft and warm as she opened up for me.
Pictured her whimpering around me, nails digging into my thighs as she struggled to take all of me.
Pictured myself pulling her hair, forcing her to look at me, making sure she understood that no other man could ever make her feel the way I would.
My movements turned rougher, more desperate. I could hear my own breathing, sharp and uneven, the water cascading down my back doing nothing to cool the fire raging beneath my skin.
It didn’t take long.
With a groan, I spilled into my hand, muscles tightening as pleasure slammed through me.
For a few seconds, I stayed there, breathing hard, forehead resting against the tiles.
Then, as my mind cleared, I straightened, exhaling slowly.
I needed to regain control of this situation.
I couldn’t lose power in this dynamic that we were in, because if I gave Ekaterina an inch, she’d take a mile.
And I needed to teach her a lesson for disobeying orders.
Because whether she realized it or not, there was a reason I had rules.
And I never wanted her to find out why.
Also, I needed to get laid. As soon as possible.
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