5. Chapter Five #3
My high heels clack on the ground as Nikolai leads me around the house. The kitchen. The living room. The bathrooms. The bedrooms. All have a strong, masculine vibe to them. A woman’s touch is nowhere to be found.
We finally end up in the master bedroom which is decorated in dark wood tones with a bed covered in black sheets.
“This is my room. It’s now your bedroom as well.”
I gaze around the space, unsure of what to feel.
Nikolai frightens me still but he also has a captivating quality to him that makes me want to dive head first into him.
I want to be claimed as a woman. I want it to inspire my dancing.
I want to go back to the dance studio and show the other girls that I am a woman now. I want to rub it in their faces.
But that would mean giving Nikolai my body and I just can’t get Svetlana’s words out of my head. She may have been trying to trick me but what if there was truth there? What if Nikolai will be rough with me tonight?
I can feel Nikolai step up behind me. The air crackles. His hands find my bare shoulders, sending a shiver through me.
“Let me take this dress off you,” he murmurs.
I hold still as he runs his hands down my arms and then as they move behind my back.
He unbuttons every one until the back of my dress opens up.
His large hand touches my bare skin as he pushes my dress open and then down my body.
The fabric pools around my feet, leaving me in nothing but my lacy white bra and panties.
Nikolai sets his hands on my waist. I wish I could see his expression.
It would help steady me. “You have a beautiful body, Lana. I want to touch every inch of it. Taste every part of it. I want you to beg me to do it. What do you want?” He draws circles into my hips, which makes it hard to even think.
“I think…” I swallow hard. Ice princess. You can’t crack or show any fear. “I think I’ve never done this before. I’ve never been intimate with a man.”
“Are you afraid?” he whispers into my ear.
“Maybe a little. But…”
“But?”
“But I want to know what it’s like.”
“To be fucked? Is that it?”
A flare of arousal hits me. My wetness seeps onto my panties. I never had much time for arousal when I was so focused on dance but I would feel it whenever I saw a handsome man. My body feels like it’s gushing right now.
“I don’t want to bleed,” I say. “I don’t want you to hurt me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you either. But I do want to push you. I want you to see what you’re capable of. Can you do that for me?”
“I’ll try.”
He unclasps my bra and it joins my dress on the ground. Still remaining behind me, Nikolai reaches around and cups my breasts with his large hands. I gasp from the sensation. I never knew I was so sensitive here.
He keeps his lips by my ear as his thumbs roll my nipples around. “You have beautiful breasts. Has anyone ever told you that?”
I shake my head, unable to speak. My legs press together to help with the ache building between them.
Nikolai lets my breasts go and gently brings his hands down my stomach to reach the waistband of my panties. Without a word, he pushes the fabric down until I’m completely naked.
“No hair?” he asks, looking down at the front of my pubic mound. His hands skim over my skin there, making me gasp again.
“I get laser hair removal. It’s easier as a dancer to not have to worry about any hair.”
“Part your legs for me.”
My legs feel like cement as I open them wider. Nikolai brings his hand lower until he cups my entire intimate area. My sharp inhale speaks to my arousal and sensitivity.
He doesn’t move his hand around. Just keeps it right… there.
“You are mine now,” he says into my ear. “Mine to claim. How does that make you feel?”
“Nervous,” I admit. “And… excited.”
“What about it makes you excited?”
“You said this would help me be a better dancer.”
“Ah. So it all goes back to dance for you, is that it? When I claim your body, Lana, I want you to want it, not for your dance, but for me. I want you to scream my name as I fuck you. I want it all. Can you do that for me?”
I open my lips to give him an answer when his phone rings, interrupting the moment.
“Ignore it,” he growls but his phone keeps ringing.
“Fuck.” He pulls away from me and I feel like I can breathe again.
I watch as he pulls his phone out and answers it.
“What?” He’s quiet for a moment before he nods.
“Fine.” After hanging up, he turns to me.
“That was Lev. There’s a problem with my work I need to deal with. ”
“Tonight?”
“He insisted.”
“It’s our wedding night.”
“I know.” He shakes his head. “I am sorry, Lana. This cannot wait.”
“You said it was Lev who called you?”
“Yes. He always informs me when something goes wrong. I have to deal with this.”
I’m not surprised it’s Lev. Not after how he threatened me earlier tonight. “What is so urgent?”
“The less you know about my job, the better.”
“For my own safety? Funny, considering you caused a car accident with my entire family just to force my father into giving you my hand in marriage.”
He looks at me for a long, hard moment. “I never wanted you hurt.”
“But my sister got hurt.”
“And she’s fine now, isn’t she?”
I open my mouth to object but he’s not wrong. Elena is fully healed now. Even my mother’s broken leg is better, though she still needs to use a cane for a couple more weeks.
Nikolai sighs. “This was not how I wanted our wedding night to go. Trust me. I’m not sure when I’ll return. Get some rest.” He leaves without a backwards glance.
My body is ice cold after it was just on fire a moment ago.
I go into the walk-in closet to find a lot of women’s clothes ready for me.
I’m not surprised. Of course Nikolai would have his house ready for me to move in to as soon as possible.
I slip on a simple pair of cotton bottoms and a crop top.
If I’m going to be spending the night alone in Nikolai’s house, I want to be comfortable.
I can’t just sit still. Not when there’s so much I don’t know about my husband. So I decide to go exploring.
That’s how I find his home office. It’s so similar to the one my father has. Masculine. Bold. Almost intimidating to enter. Nikolai didn’t give me permission to go in here but I’m his wife now. I need to know more about him.
I enter the room and start snooping. Majority of papers in his desk are just money deals. Things that don’t concern me.
But one of the dates catches my eye. It’s for a wire transfer for the day Claudia died. To someone… to Lev, I realize when I see his name on the sheet.
Nikolai sent money to Lev the day Claudia died.
I dig further in his desk but I can’t find anything. Is this proof Nikolai had Claudia killed? I feel it in my gut that it is.