Chapter Nineteen
Nikolai knew the only reason he had spontaneously asked Lisa out on a date was to facilitate his plans of letting her family know that he had her. So, why was he doing something different? Since they got here, he had been unable to pry his eyes off her. It had something to do with her black dress, as dark as night - his second favorite color now.
It was a flare dress that clung to her small waist and spread out from that point, stopping right above her knees. The upper part was a corset with little emeralds on them, twinkling into the night, as bright as her gray eyes. The rise of her boobs was visible from the top of the corset, almost like Dmitri knew what he was doing when selecting that dress.
Fuck the bastard.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Lisa asked for the umpteenth time, purposely teasing him by batting her lashes as she grabbed her glass of wine.
"Because I can," he answered matter-of-factly, even when his mind screamed at him to press the brakes on his thoughts. In the span of just fifteen minutes, he had imagined how he could lift her dress up and press her against the table, stuffing his dick in her pussy he was damn sure was wet by now. She was as horny as he was. It was a good thing he had rented the diner out for the night, so there was no other person in there.
But this was a date, and he was going to do it the right way, at least for Lisa and his sick plans.
"Do you always have to be so assertive in your answers?" Lisa questioned, chuckling and shaking her head, her freshly done curls bouncing all over the place. Nikolai was struck by the sound of her laughter, like a concert he would gladly pay to attend.
"Do you always have to be so damn hot?"
Well… Maybe those weren't the exact words he had thought would fall from his lips, but by the time he caught himself, it was already too late to reframe them. And there was no need to, because a bright red patch appeared on her skin, and she dived into her glass of wine again, blocking Nikolai from seeing how affected she was by his words.
She bit her lips and regarded him intently from the lips of the glass, clueless as to the havoc she was wrecking in him.
" Krastoka ," Nikolai moaned suddenly.
Lisa gasped in response, and the glass slipped out from her hands, but Nikolai lunged out before it could reach the floor, catching it mid-air. "Be careful, krastoka . It's one thing that I can sense how wet you are for me from over here, but it's another when you can't control your muscles as a result. Makes me want to eat you here on this table."
When he says stuff like that, I can barely form a rational thought. What do I say now?
"Unless you want me to go ahead," Nikolai offered, answering her unasked question.
"What if someone walks in on us?" Lisa questioned as Nikolai got up, grabbed the bucket of ice, and pulled her to an empty table.
"Then I'll pluck out their eyes for staring at you."
"But Dmitri did."
"Who says I almost didn't kill him right there and then?"
"Who says you did?"
"Stop talking and get on your knees," Nikolai commanded, his eyes going dark with unhinged need. Watching her obey his instructions turned him the fuck on like a water faucet, only that, in this case, he was hard as fuck. He inserted one ice cube from the bucket into her mouth and instructed her to hold it in place as he undid his belt and zipper.
"Do you remember the first day in my office?" Nikolai drawled as his hard cock sprung alive, pointing in the direction of Lisa's mouth like it had a mind of its own and knew what it wanted.
Lisa nodded and looked at him like a fucking hot submissive.
"That was the day I decided you were mine, in all your innocence and naivety. Now, I want you to remind me of how I felt that day with your mouth on my hard cock. Can you do that?"
Lisa nodded again, her eyes watery from the chill of the ice cube, slowly melting in her mouth.
"Open up," Nikolai muttered, then thrust his dick into her mouth, cursing the moment she wrapped it around him, the combination of the ice and her tongue shooting darts all around his body, without the pain darts were known for.
Nikolai held her head in one hand, bobbing it up and down as he fucked her mouth thoroughly. The ice melted and went down her throat, and Nikolai moaned from the movement. He asked her to open up again and threw in another ice cube, continuing his savagery fuck.
He came with a loud grunt into her mouth, and his personal slut swallowed it all down like a good girl.
“That’s my girl,” Nikolai drawled, retrieving something from the pocket of his pants that was partially drawn down. Lisa could barely brace herself from the onslaught of the light from the phone’s camera as the click sound resounded in the air. Nikolai didn’t see the need to explain himself as he patted her hair and got her back on her feet. But Lisa didn’t mind it. Maybe a few months back, she would be pissed at how Nikolai did things without thinking of how she would feel or even bothering to explain his actions. But tonight was different. He had asked her out on a date. It had to be a good thing.
Progress, even.
And Lisa couldn’t deny that his bossy nature was one of the reasons she found him so irresistible.
But if Lisa had known what would happen in the days that followed, maybe she would have asked him why he took that picture. The instant he bade her goodnight, it felt like everything that happened from the tattoo parlor to the diner disappeared into thin air. Nikolai didn’t want to think too much about it, because if he did, he would only stall on the reason he had asked her on the date in the first place. So, as soon as the sun was up the following day, he called Dmitri into his office, handing over the picture he had printed during the night. Dmitri was to send it to Aleksei Petrov, with a note at the back highlighting that the Boss of the Davydov Bratva had his long-lost sister, so they had better play to his tune if they wanted her alive. The first time, they didn’t have any control over her kidnap, but now that the Bratva had a say over her life or death, it was best for them to choose wisely.
But what Nikolai didn’t tell Dmitri was that he had made two copies of the pictures and had one in his breast pocket, right on top of the key to his secret room. Nikolai feared that Lisa was beginning to mean more to him than just a toy. These days, he craved her presence when everything felt like it was about to come crashing down. She had a way of making all of his problems go away, even though it was temporary. It was all the more reason that Nikolai needed to act fast and hard. Her real family needed to get the picture and move their first piece on the chess board so that he could focus on that, rather than how eccentric her eyes had looked during that date.
The days that followed brought so much silence to the Davydov mansion that Lisa was losing her mind because of it. It made no sense to her - how one minute she thought she was getting somewhere with Nikolai, since he asked her on a date, and the next she was back to square one. She had thought that he was finally admitting to himself that he felt something for her. Or was it the blowjob? Lisa knew she wasn’t the best cock sucker in the world, and she sure as hell didn’t compare to all the women lying at Nikolai’s feet. But if the moaning sounds that escaped from his mouth were any indication, then he’d enjoyed it.
So, what could the problem be?
Nikolai had been avoiding her, just as he had before the party he had hosted for the leading families. He acted like she didn’t exist in the four walls of his mansion, instead choosing to have his meals in his office. Lisa barely saw him leave, because she stayed in the hallway for hours, waiting for him to come out. He must have known she was there, because Dmitri had met her sitting on the floor in the hallway a couple of times. Ignoring how weird it was since Dmitri found her in a compromising situation with Nikolai, Lisa tried to ask him what was up with his Boss, but Dmitri said nothing, as expected. That man was a brick wall.
He must have told Nikolai that she was out there waiting for him.
And knowing Nikolai, he wouldn’t move a muscle until he was sure she wasn’t in his way.
Utterly convinced that she had done something wrong, after a week, Lisa decided she had taken enough of the silence. She got up that morning early enough to meet Nikolai’s men still training out in the field, taking more time to ensure she was properly covered up before stepping out of the mansion. Although Nikolai wasn’t talking to her, Lisa didn’t doubt for a minute that he would kill the first person who allowed his eyes to roam her skin.
Lisa took a deep breath when she got outside, wrapping her arms around her small frame. She was putting on a pair of black joggers and a baggy T-shirt she had stolen from the dryer because she knew it belonged to Nikolai. She doubted he would notice it was gone in the first place, but a huge part of her wanted him to notice. Maybe that would bring him out of his office.
Some of the men looked up as she crossed the lawn into the field. She flashed a bright smile as her eyes roamed over their faces, trying to figure out who looked amiable enough to talk to. Choosing the one at the far end, throwing knives at a target, Lisa made her way towards him, waving the men shyly. Some of them totally ignored her, as they should, but a couple waved back and even flashed a grin at her.
Lisa felt more confident when she saw them smile, as there was a chance that the lone man she was going to talk to would answer her.
“Hey!” Lisa greeted cautiously as she approached, pushing down her nerves. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?” That wasn’t a very bright thing to say to someone who had probably been threatened never to talk to her, and Lisa knew that, too. But it was too late to take the words back.
“What do you want, Lisa?”
His bass voice had Lisa taking a subconscious step back. She hadn’t expected him to be that straightforward or to know her name, but maybe two could play the game.
“Nikolai has been ignoring me for a few days now,” she muttered, wrapping her arms around her frame, but this time, taking a defiant stand. “I just want to know what’s keeping him occupied these days. I want to help him, but I don’t know how to.” Of course, Lisa wasn’t going to tell him that she thought she had done something wrong.
“Then ask him.”
“If I could, I wouldn’t be here.”
The man looked around for a second, his eyes roaming through the bodies of the men training before coming to rest fleetingly on her. “He’s been negotiating with one of the leading families about something really important, but you should stop snooping around.” The last bit was said with enough force to drive anyone away, but Lisa remained there.
“Is that all you’re telling me? It’s not enough.”
“Look here!” The man suddenly grabbed Lisa by the arm roughly, pulling her to him and shaking her off, with everyone too concentrated on their training to notice what was happening at the back. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that, suka ! Not in this world, and not in the next to come. I don’t know what you did to the Boss to make him like that, but it is not going to work on me, you hear? You’re just a suka, a slut, he’s currently obsessed with, and it is going to die down. When that happens, you’ll be nothing. I see it, and Dmitri does, too. So, get the fuck out of my face.”
Lisa had thought about all the possible ways this conversation could go, but she never expected this reaction to be a part of it. Her arm stung from where he gripped her as he let go, and she resisted the urge to groan out in pain. He was a big man compared to Lisa’s frail build, and he had not put any restriction on the use of all his physical strength on her.
“What the fuck did you just do?” A deep-set voice sounded from somewhere behind them, and Lisa looked up to see Nikolai’s red eyes glaring daggers at his man. He looked haunted, about to throw his fist into anything, and strangely, Lisa was scared for the man. She knew he deserved it after what he said to her, but what if he was right?
“Boss!” The man took an involuntary step backward even though Nikolai barely moved an inch.
“Answer the fucking question, Boris. What did you just do?”
“Boss, I’ve been here with you since the very beginning. You know I cannot do anything to harm you.”
“Because you cannot.” Nikolai’s anger was earth shattering, and even the men that were training a minute ago had suddenly fallen silent, watching the scene. No one dared intervene. The only person that could was Dmitri, but Lisa had a feeling that he wasn’t on the grounds. “I won’t ask the question a third time, Boris. What did you call her?”
“ Suka . A slut,” Boris muttered, taking another step backward.
Lisa watched Nikolai grow impossibly furious as he folded his fists by his sides. He barely looked at her, but Lisa didn’t need him to, because she saw how much he cared for her in those few minutes. He was lethal, just standing there doing nothing, and one could only guess the havoc he would wreck if he lifted a hand.
His eyes flitted over to Lisa’s arm for a second, zeroing in on the bruise forming on her pale skin from where Boris had gripped her roughly. If Lisa thought Nikolai couldn’t get any angrier, that bruise certainly did the trick.
“You called her a suka ,” Nikolai muttered without any bit of emotion, his monstrous side getting to the surface. “Did you start counting your last minutes on earth as you uttered those words?”
“Boss, you can’t do this. She’s just here to distract you. You know that!”
Nobody saw the blow coming, but in one second, Boris was thrown into the field from a single move of Nikolai’s fist. He sauntered over to where Boris landed and picked him up, wrapping his hands around his neck. Boris’ face was smeared with blood, and there was a high chance there were broken bones in his face.
“Say it again.”
“Boss…”
“Fucking say it again!”
Boris spat blood on the ground but kept mute after that. He was scared of what Nikolai would do to him but didn’t want to show it because Lisa was watching.
But Nikolai didn’t care.
“Never again in your miserable life do I want to hear you talk about her like that nor lay a filthy hand on her. Although it’s not a problem, because this ends now. I’m going to cut off your fingers one by one because they should have known better than to touch her. And your teeth are going to be uprooted because your voice irritates me.”
“I’m sorry, Boss!” Boris croaked out as Nikolai threw him to the ground. “I didn’t mean it, I swear.”
“I am not the one you should be apologizing to.”
Boris wasted no time as he scrambled to Lisa’s feet, holding her ankles. “I’m so sorry I hurt you or …”
“Who said you could touch her?”
Boris removed his hands with the speed of light, but it wasn’t fast enough to change Nikolai’s mind. With Lisa watching, he ordered some men to throw Boris into the cell underground. His pleas and screams were the last things Lisa heard as he was dragged along. Boris knew that there was a slim chance of him making it out of there alive.
He should have just kept his mouth shut.
Nikolai didn’t wait for Lisa to say anything, as he just walked away from the field without paying her as much as a glance. It was as if this scene never happened.