Chapter 15
CHAPTER 15
Lily
T he mansion was eerily quiet after the chaos of the ambush, but my heart still raced like we were under attack. The adrenaline hadn't left my system, and the weight of everything—Nikita's fury, the danger that had surrounded us—pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe.
I listened from the bedroom as he moved through the estate, checking the perimeter for any lingering threats. I caught a glimpse of him outside through the window. His shoulders were tense, his jaw clenched, and even though the worst of the violence was over, there was something even more dangerous in the air now. The fight hadn't broken him, but I could tell it had shaken something loose inside him—something raw and dark.
And I couldn't stop thinking about how close I had come to losing him.
The cold, ruthless Nikita Volkov who had stormed into my life with his demands and fury… and the man who, despite it all, had protected me. Maybe we could possibly move on from this. If he really hated me for betraying him, if he really believed I didn't love him, would he have protected me?
When he finally returned to the room, his steps were heavy, his face hardened with the tension of the night. But there was something different in his eyes when he looked at me. Something that made my breath hitch in my throat. The distance between us, the anger, the betrayal—it was still there, like a shadow lurking in the background. But now, there was something else.
Desire.
I stood up slowly, feeling the pull between us as strongly as ever, and it terrified me. Throughout the interrogation, the growing fear that I would lose him forever made me sick to my stomach. I was starting to feel like I couldn't live without him, that I'd do anything for his forgiveness.
"Nikita…" I began, but the words died on my lips when I saw the way he was looking at me.
"Don't," he growled, his voice low, rough. "Don't say anything."
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest as he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. There was an intensity in his gaze that sent a shiver down my spine, and before I could stop myself, I took a step back, my back hitting the wall behind me.
He was on me in an instant, his hands braced on either side of me, caging me in. The heat from his body, the dark look in his eyes—it was too much. I could barely breathe.
"You're not forgiven," he whispered, his voice thick with the anger still simmering beneath the surface. "You're still a traitor. My traitor. But tonight…"
He didn't finish the sentence, but he didn't need to. I knew what he wanted. I could feel it in the way his body pressed against mine, in the way his breath hitched as his eyes raked over me.
I wanted it too. Badly.
"Nikita…" I whispered again, but it came out with thick longing.
He didn't give me a chance to finish. His lips crashed into mine, and I felt the tension between us ignite into something primal, something neither of us could control anymore. My hands found his shoulders, gripping tightly as he kissed me with a desperation that mirrored my own.
It was raw, it was angry, but it was real.
I kissed him back, the guilt swirling inside me momentarily forgotten as I gave in to the heat that burned between us. I was left only with the desire to please him, to show him that the love I had for him was real.
I needed to convince him, and words wouldn't do.
I slid my hands from his shoulders to his sculpted chest and shoved hard, the action surprising both of us. His eyes held a question, and before he could voice it, I lowered to my knees, thinking only of making everything all better again.
The question in his eyes disappeared, replaced by desire. He wanted to watch me, and I wanted to give him a show.
I undid his pants and peeled them down, moistening my lips before I could even get a good look at his stiffening length. He was halfway there by the time I ushered him into my mouth, wishing to feel him grow hard from my attention. I heard myself moan as I tasted him slowly—no way was I going to rush this opportunity.
Nikita groaned softly as I lapped at the tip of his dick and flicked my tongue at the underside, teasing only briefly before sucking him back into the heat of my mouth. I bobbed back and forth, adopting a steady rhythm, my hands resting on his thighs. There was no need to rush, and I wanted to do penance on my knees for as long as he'd let me.
But his sudden and urgent grip on my arms as he hoisted me up told me he couldn't wait a second longer to have me.
Nikita pulled me up to meet his lips, and the emotion spilled out of me the second our tongues met. My cheeks were wet with tears, and my lips trembled against him. I tried to whisper my apologies, but his kiss was too demanding, too fierce. Not right now , he seemed to say.
He whisked me around to the bed and backed me into it, never breaking the kiss as he lay me down. I held him to me, our chests pressing together as he ripped my pants and panties off like they were hindrances, then parted my legs with one of his.
I opened for him, inched toward him, met his cock with my pussy, and just as desperately, he sought me out and pushed inside me with a grunt. I gasped and wrapped my legs around him, pushing him deeper, and that made fresh tears spring from my eyes.
I loved Nikita. I loved when he was inside me.
And I'd break if I couldn't have him.
He gave me long, deep strokes, making me cry out through my sobs. The hard steel of him plunging into my depths shoved away thoughts of an empty future and rooted me in the present with him, his body moving rhythmically on top of me, his weight and warmth covering me completely, protecting me.
"Take me," I whispered, nuzzling close to his ear. "I'm yours, Nikita, no one else's. Take me."
He groaned into my neck, fucking me harder, working us both toward the edge. His arms wrapped tightly around me, holding me against him like he never wanted to let go.
"Lily," he grunted.
I could feel him getting close, his thrusts coming faster, gliding smoothly in and out of my soaked folds.
"Nikita, please!"
My fingernails dug into his back, my walls clenching tightly now as my sounds of pleasure filled the room.
"I'm—"
"Come for me, come on my dick, Lily," Nikita growled.
My body spasmed hard around him as I cried out, and Nikita gasped as he came moments later, spilling himself into me, buried as deep as he could get. And even as he finished, catching his breath in my ear, his arms around me didn't loosen a single bit.
We clung to each other, our hearts beating hard in our chests. Neither of us said a word, but our bodies said everything we couldn't.