Chapter 17 - Nikolai
As the car pulls into the driveway, my heart races, and I open the car door before the chauffeur arrives at a full stop. Once the car is at a reasonably slow pace—just about coming to a stop—I jump right out, leaving my briefcase, passport, luggage, and everything behind.
“Boss,” my chauffeur calls out after me, but I’m already striding up the steps to the mansion two at a time.
“Send my stuff to my room and take the rest of the day off,” I yell over my shoulder, barely acknowledging my armed guards who call out greetings.
I can’t believe I'm finally home after two weeks in Paris! And the cause for my impatience? Anoushka. The separation has been unbearable; All I could think about was her. I was often wired, unable to sleep, thoughts of her keeping me up all night. At restaurants, when I saw a brunette with a slim figure from the back, I would be tempted to call out, forgetting momentarily it was not her. I checked in with the staff three times a day and made sure she was having her meals and taking care of herself. I found myself calling her constantly, feeling possessive and a bit crazed.
But now, I'm back, and soon she'll be in my arms.
I rush through the house, calling her name, searching for her and her enchanting smile.
"Anoushka!" I shout, almost desperate to see her again. My footsteps echo through the halls as I make my way to every room she could possibly be in.
I had told her I’d be home today, I find myself thinking. Then where the hell is she? She said she’d stay in from work, that we could catch up.
Has she… forgotten?
The disappointment creeps in, slowly building into anxiety. I reach the bedroom, my heart aching with longing. It's quiet, empty. Not a trace of her.
My steps become slower.
Finally, I reach my office and freeze at the sight before me. The door is wide open, and there's Anoushka in my chair, dressed in a low-cut V-neck figure-hugging item, sharing tea with my brother Fedor. Jealousy flares up inside me, and I can't help but snap at him.
"Fedor, what are you doing here?" I demand, my tone harsher than I intended.
“Nikolai!” Anoushka shrieks, pushing her chair aside.
"Ah, Nikolai, welcome home!" Fedor grins, seemingly unfazed by my outburst. "I was just catching up with your lovely wife. We missed her around the office today and I thought to drop by and see what she’s been up to.”
By now, Anoushka stands by my side.
"Anoushka." I breathe her name like a prayer. She looks up at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and I feel the tension between us crackle like electricity as she gives me a soft kiss on my cheek.
"Welcome back, Nikolai," she says softly, her voice sending shivers down my spine. “Fedor, Dima, and Sofia have been kind enough to look out for me while you’ve been away.”
I try to shove the memories away, but they're stubborn. Images of Fedor's sordid past with married women surface in my mind. I can't shake off the unease that creeps up my spine. My hands clench into fists at my sides as I struggle to control my possessive instincts. I don't want to let jealousy cloud my judgment, but it's a battle I'm not sure I can win. Rationally, I know Fedor would never, but still…
“Don’t you have work to do?” I tear my eyes away from Anoushka’s and bark out at Fedor.
"Really, Brother," Fedor chuckles, shaking his head. "You truly do become a demon when afflicted with jet lag. What happened? Had to fly first class? Did the private jet break down? Must have been harrowing.”
“Fedor,” I growl at him.
Fedor, with a grin still on his face, looks between Anoushka and me and, to my horror, gives Anoushka a wink. I look down to see her wink back.
What the heck? Since when did they become so pally?
"Anyway," Fedor continues casually, "before I leave, there's something I need your help with, Anoushka." He gestures toward a stack of data records on my desk. "I left some information about our restaurant's menu sales there. Could you take a look and tell me which items we can do without and how the ingredients purchase orders need to be reshuffled?"
"Done, Fedor," Anoushka replies, her gaze still locked on mine. She knows exactly what effect she has on me, and she's enjoying every second of it.
"Thank you, dear sister-in-law," Fedor says, standing up from his chair. "Well, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone. Enjoy your time together."
"Goodbye, Fedor," I manage to say, my voice strained. As soon as he's gone, I exhale a frustrated breath, trying to shake off the lingering unease.
The door clicks shut behind Fedor, and I'm left alone in the room with Anoushka. She walks away from me and leans against the edge of my desk, her arms crossed and a playful smile on her lips as she stares at me. It's as if she knows exactly what's going through my mind.
"Jealous, Nikolai?" she teases, raising an eyebrow. Her voice is light and sweet, like honey, but it only serves to fuel the fire within me.
"Of course not," I snap, perhaps too harshly. "I just don't trust him. Not around you."
Anoushka laughs, and it's a sound that both irritates and captivates me. "You're being ridiculous. Fedor and I were just talking. Besides, do you really think he’d try anything? With me?”
"Well, I don’t know. You could bring any man to his knees," I challenge, stepping closer to her. The tension between us is palpable, like an electric current running through the air. My heart races as I reach out and tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
"Is that so?" Anoushka smirks, her blue-green eyes locked onto mine. "Well, isn't it a lucky coincidence that there's only one man who can bring me to my knees?"
Her words hit me like a tidal wave, washing away my jealousy and replacing it with a surge of desire. When she says it like that, I can't deny the truth in her statement. I've been a fool—allowing my insecurities to cast doubt on my brother, my wife.
She’s right. Besides, Fedor prefers women over 40. Anoushka, not yet in her 30’s… never.
Suddenly, I feel utterly insane for ever having that thought.
"Anoushka, you… you drive me crazy," I say, my voice rough with emotion.
“Do I now?” she whispers, biting her lower lip, her fingers grazing with the hem of her dress. My pupils almost blast out of my eyes when, to my surprise, she pulls the hem up, skirting it dangerously close to giving me a view of her panties.
“What the hell?” I moan with pain from all the days I’ve been deprived of her.
"What seems to be the problem?" She asks, her voice low and sultry, pulling the material back down over her thighs.
"Never mind," I mumble, the rawness of my desire taking hold of me. I can't control myself anymore.
In one swift motion, I yank her toward me, my hands gripping her hips as I pull her dress up and over her head. It rips apart, caught between my urgency and the roughness of my hands.
She stands there naked, in a push-up bra and her panties. Damn it. I reach over and place my hands beneath her ass, squeezing into her as I push her back.
She moans as I press her against the desk, my lips finding hers in a searing kiss. Our tongues tangle, our breaths mingling as we devour each other. I feel her body tremble against me, her fingers threading through my hair as she pulls me closer.
"I've missed you so much," she breathes against my lips, her voice trembling with need.
"I know,” I whisper back, my hands now reaching for my belt. She slides off my coat jacket and removes my tie. I work on bringing my trousers to the ground.
Within five seconds flat, I stand naked before her in nothing but my boxers.
My body screams out for her. My lips now crash down onto hers with a savagery. Her mouth is warm and inviting, and I can taste the hint of tea on her tongue.
The possessiveness I felt at the thought of her being with another man comes back to me. I take off my boxers and chase the rush to claim her by sliding her legs around my waist, my cock pushing through her panties, letting her have a feel.
She lets out a soft moan, her hands gripping my back as I grind against her. I can feel her heat, her need, her desire for me. I take her breasts in my hand, teasing her pebbled nipples beneath the lace of her bra, as the top of her breasts spill out in fluid motion every time I playfully change how I grind her.
I watch, entranced, and she moans, arching into me, her breasts filling my hand.
I need to feel her skin, the smoothness of all of her. In a rough motion, I take her straps in my hand and tug them down her arms halfway, pulling down the cups of her bra till they rest beneath her breasts. I watch as two perfect globes lay before me, her nipples perked, hard and wet. I lower my head, taking one into my mouth, my teeth grazing over it, eliciting a soft moan from her. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, making me moan, as the sensation of her nipple on my tongue and the softness of her skin on my face consume my senses.
I alternate between both nipples, occasionally biting down, making her shiver and moan, her body writhing beneath me as I tease her pain threshold. Her breathing quickens and her hips start to move beneath me.
With a hand, I reach down between her legs, feeling her heat through her panties. It fuels the fire within me, and I know that I can't hold back any longer.
With a groan, I pull her panties to the side, my cock sliding against her wet folds. She gasps, her eyes widening as I fill her with my erection. It's been two weeks, and the feel of her tightness around me is pure bliss. I thrust into her, her nails digging into my skin as she meets my pace. Our bodies move in harmony, the slap of flesh against flesh echoing in the room.
I can feel the desperation in both of us, the need to be one with each other after so long apart. I pound into her, stand upright, and throw everything off my desk. Things clatter, fall, and break, but my hands grip her waist as she lies down on the desk, and I stand above her. I lose myself in the intense pleasure of being inside her.
Her moans become more urgent, more desperate. I can feel her tightening around me, her climax approaching. Her eyes lock onto mine, her gaze intense as I continue to drive into her.
“Nikolai,” she shrieks, her head bucking up. I grip her waist tighter with one hand, pushing her back down with the other. She bites down on one finger and her eyes roll to the back of her head, her eyes telling me it's what she wants.
I know I can't last much longer. I want to be inside her, fuck her until I can't suck air. I need my release just as much as she needs hers.
I line up my cock and thrust into her one last time, our bodies bucking wildly against each other. I can feel her walls gripping me tight, the wetness of her release soaking my entire thigh. Her nails pierce into my skin as I thrust harder, going deeper, deeper into her.
Just when I think I can't take it anymore, I feel her body shudder beneath me. Her walls clamp down around me, her muscles spasming with pleasure. She cries out my name, her voice hoarse with passion.
Her climax ignites mine, as my entire body clenches in pain, from the veins redirecting all the blood straight to my cock, which now pulsates with such life that the world goes black for a second while I feel like I’ve reached heaven itself. I gasp, choking on air, as I spill into her.
Time slows down to a halt. We're locked in an embrace, our bodies trembling as I fall down over her, my head resting on her breasts, my cock still in her, both of us riding out our wave of pleasure.