Chapter Twenty
Lisa had that dream again, and it felt even more real than the last time. She could hear her assailant very close to her, and her feet refused to move faster. Blood flowed heavily in her head as fear gripped every muscle in her body. Lisa couldn't do anything else as she dropped to the ground, and the man caught up with her, covering her face with a dark cloth. She could almost make out his face.
Almost.
But suddenly, Lisa felt a pair of hands on her shoulders, shaking her vigorously. In a second, her eyes flew open, and she jerked up from the bed, looking around. Her brain reminded her that she was in Nikolai's mansion, but that only made her jump again as she looked at the space beside her on the bed.
How long had Nikolai been lying there?
"What are you doing in my room?" The question fell from her lips instantly.
"Aren't you tired of asking me that question?" Nikolai threw back, laying back on the bed, since apparently, Lisa didn't need his help anymore. He had been so scared watching her thrash and scream in her sleep that if it had been real, whoever had been the cause of that would have been dead by now.
"If you don't want to hear it, you should quit sauntering into my room like you sleep in it."
"It's my mansion, so technically, the room belongs to me. Do you have any counterclaim?"
Nikolai was enjoying this little confrontation, much to Lisa's annoyance. "Well, are you done with what you came here for?"
"Get dressed," Nikolai commanded, getting off the bed. He sat by the edge, and nodded in the direction of the closet. "Come on. We don't have all day."
"I can't just do as you instruct every single time, Nikolai," Lisa blurted out. She was pissed off that he ignored her all these days, then sauntered into her room to command her about like he had every right to. She was angry that one minute, he asked her out on a date, and the next, he was acting like she didn't exist. "So, I'm not getting dressed, neither am I going anywhere with you."
"Don't test my patience, Lisa. You know what happens when you do."
The mere thought brought shivers to Lisa's spine, but she squared her shoulders in defiance and sat back comfortably on the bed as if daring Nikolai to do something about it.
"Lisa," he called with a tinge of darkness in his voice, instilling trepidation in her. "I won't ask again." She could feel the tension in the air, how the temperature had increased, and how Nikolai now stared at her the way he did at the diner - this time, laced with fury.
"That would be awesome, actually. That way, I won’t need to repeat myself a second time."
"Okay, that’s it."
Nikolai stretched his arm abruptly and wrapped his hands on her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed. Lisa yelped in surprise, but the sound was soon muffled by his lips against hers. He lifted her easily off the bed, letting her feet touch the ground in front of the closet. But on second thought, he moved to the ensuite bathroom instead, steering her along without breaking the kiss.
"Nikolai…" Lisa murmured against his lips as she silently tried to make him see reason, even though her body was ready for him. Like the betrayer it was, she was already dripping wet for the Russian Bear, like he had a switch he easily flipped each time he was in the room.
But Nikolai went crazy with the way she uttered his name, like worship off her lips. He pressed his body flush to hers as he held her against the sink. Lisa held on fast to the basin, even though she knew that Nikolai wouldn't let her fall to the ground.
"Why do you always talk back to me?" Nikolai asked in a frustrated tone as his hands roamed around her body, touching everywhere at once and igniting a flame in its path. He caressed her boobs through the light cotton of her tank top and stroked her mound through the black booty shorts. They would have been off a long time ago, but Nikolai was trying to prove to himself that he still had control over his actions.
A control that he was rapidly losing.
"Because…"
Silence.
Lisa forgot what she was going to say as she felt his big palms rip her tank top from the hem, dividing it into two parts. They hung over her like a jacket as he cupped her breasts with his palms, sending her reeling over the edge.
"Fucking give me a reply!" Nikolai grunted, tugging at her nipples, making Lisa scream out. He released his hold slightly, flicking his fingers slowly on them. Her back was arched, and Lisa felt the bathroom go dark and then bright again. The mixture of pleasure and pain teased her senses, and her knees buckled from the onslaught of pleasure.
"I'm waiting for my answer, krastoka ."
But how could he wait for that when he knew how much his touches affected her? Lisa scrambled to get her thoughts together, and it proved to be really hard.
"Why did you do that to Boris?" Lisa blurted out the question that had bugged her since that day when Boris had called her a slot on the training ground.
"Why are we talking about Boris?" Nikolai didn't stop. Instead, he replaced his hands with his lips, sucking her nipples and tracing circles with his tongue. Releasing her achy and perky nipples, Nikolai went to the corner of her ear, nibbling on her exposed skin and trailing hot, wet kisses down the path created by her body for him and only him.
"You were avoiding me!" Lisa breathed with her eyes closed, trying to get her words out one at a time. "And then Boris called me a slut and you went all crazy on him."
"That's because no one dares call my woman a suka ." Nikolai was getting angry thinking about it, and the fact that he was angry only made him more frustrated. He was trying to put as much distance as he could between his emotions and Lisa, yet he ended up here, in between her breasts.
"Am I your woman?"
Ignoring that question, Nikolai hooked a thumb on her booty shorts and ripped it as well with all his might, tossing it under the sink. Lisa opened her eyes in shock, scared at what she saw in his. Nikolai was angry, and it surpassed what Boris had done.
With her shorts gone, there was nothing in his way anymore, and Nikolai couldn't be more frustrated. With the brutality of an aggrieved animal, he tugged at his pants and got the flier out of the way, forcing his hard cock into her mound without warning. Lisa's eyes flew open as he pressed further in, gripping her hair with so much force that Lisa feared he might uproot some strands off the roots.
But at the same time, Lisa felt herself shivering in dire want for him that none of that was important. She wanted him to thrust deep, to choke her and spank her all at the same time. Lisa was getting wilder, and Nikolai was the only person who could satisfy her.
He had broken her, and Lisa didn't want to get fixed.
As if hearing her thoughts, Nikolai spread his fingers on her neck with one hand, abandoning her hair altogether and holding her waist firmly with the other to keep her from sliding to the ground. Lisa moaned and thrashed in his arms as he thrust so hard and roughly, holding nothing back.
Nikolai had a lot to give, but he wasn't sure which part of him would get affected in the long run. But he was certain that this wasn't going to end well for either of them – all the more reason he should back off.
He fucked her like never before, not stopping even after counting four orgasms from Lisa. He fucked like an animal - like his number of thrusts would get her out of his system. And even as he emptied himself inside her, twitching and waiting for the high to pass, he still felt unsatisfied.
But they had somewhere to be.
"Now get dressed, and quit asking questions," he muttered as he left the bathroom, going to wait for her outside the mansion. If he stayed in that room, watching her as she got dressed, there was a high chance that they would end up going nowhere tonight.
And that would only fuck the plan up. Nikolai needed to stay focused.
Lisa tried to ignore the hurt in her heart at the realization that Nikolai had never answered her question. Was she his woman or not? He casually mentioned it like she was a property to own, but did it reach anywhere in his cold hard heart? Thinking about it all only made Lisa realize how stupid she had been for rejoicing that Nikolai asked her out on a date. He was only toying with her, as usual. It was nothing special.
She was a fool.
Donned in a pair of blue skinny jeans and a white t-shirt, Lisa joined Nikolai and two other of his men in the car. The ride was silent even though the Russian Bear was seated right beside her. His eyes were on his phone throughout the time, that he barely noticed that Lisa had her eyes on him.
Or perhaps he didn't want to notice.
When the car finally came to a stop, Lisa noticed that they were deep in the woods, and had driven in from a clearing that wasn't visible from the entrance. Right in front of where the car was parked was an apartment that looked out of place in there. It seemed to be built with all the modern facilities a house required, and Lisa wondered how they got electricity down here.
"Stay put. We'll be back," Nikolai instructed without looking at her. He got out of the car, and the second man - the one who didn't drive - went in with him. Lisa wanted to ask the man she was left with what they were doing here, but she knew he would give her nothing. No one wanted to be in the same situation as Boris, single-handedly caused or not.
Sighing and slumping into her seat, Lisa proceeded to look out into the distance, thinking about a million possibilities of what could be going on in there. If Nikolai had no plans of taking her in with him, why bring her along in the first place? Was it because he thought one of his men would hit on her or, worse, harm her?
Lisa's thoughts suddenly halted as another car drove into the driveway, stopping in the near distance. A group of six strange men dressed in black suits stepped out of the car and moved in the direction of the apartment without glancing in her direction. Lisa pressed her face to the window and narrowed her eyes on the man leading the others. Everything about him seemed familiar to her, especially the way he carried himself while walking. She tried to remember where she had seen him, but gave up halfway, deciding that it was no use. Everything was beginning to feel so familiar to her these days, even her dreams and that stupid picture she had seen in Nikolai's room.
Her mind was just holding on to things that never existed.
After one hour of uneasy waiting, the door of the car was suddenly pulled open as Nikolai and his man got in. Lisa had a million questions on her mind, but Nikolai seemed more interested in getting the windows down. The second he did that, the six men she had seen earlier walked past her, but the leader - the one who had looked familiar to Lisa - reduced his pace and locked eyes with her. Lisa stared at him clueless as his forehead suddenly creased in worry and apprehension etched his features. She was worried that Nikolai had done something to this strange man in the house, but she doubted he would want to talk to her about it.
So, why bring her here at all?
Nikolai smirked and got the windows back up, not taking his eyes off the strange man until the window wound all the way up, shielding them from view.
"Drive!" he commanded and settled into the leather of the car, closing his eyes with a satisfied expression.
"What was that about, Nikolai?"
He said nothing, leaving Lisa worrying about it. The instant they got back to the mansion, Nikolai opened his eyes, got out of the car, and went into his bedroom with Lisa's questions unanswered.
She wondered why she even bothered to ask at all.