Nikolai's POV
Innocence. It was a rare thing to find in today's world. The world was full of corrupt people. Though I was no saint. But I ended up finding the most innocent soul I had ever crossed paths with. She had the most exquisite shade of eyes, hazel with fragments of ocean in it. Unique.
She was beautiful but nothing extraordinary. I have seen such beautiful girls in my life. So beauty wasn't the thing that attracted me to her. It could be her innocence, but still.
For the first couple of days, I was angry at myself for sneaking glances at her. She was nothing special, and it pissed me off because I wanted to see her more. To inhale her sweet, intoxicating scent.
I don't know whatever the f*ck it was, but one thing was certain. I didn't want to see any man near her. Whether I liked her or not was no longer the case. I want men not to even dare to look at her. Because when I see a guy looking at her, it makes me want to gouge their eyes out.
I only ever felt protective of my younger brother Lazar. He was 27 years old and doing amazing in his job, but no matter what, he'll always remain my younger brother, the one I care for the most. I couldn't stand someone hurting him.
And when I found Simon slamming her against the wall again and again. I felt that rage. The need to protect her and rip Simon apart into shreds, and I did exactly that, but before I could've properly disheveled his face. She stopped me, and I did stop for her.
I don't know why I listened to her or why my heart burned at the sight of her bruises, but I wanted to hit Simon all over again.
But she was so f*cking stubborn. She wanted me to pretend that nothing happened between us. Woman, I f*cking tried and failed miserably. But it pisses me off when she acts like a student and wants me to act like her professor.
Little dove, I've seen the parts of you and touched you in places no professor was f*cking allowed to do so. The thought alone was so forbidden, and if I saw it through her perspective. Yes, whatever we had was forbidden, but I never admit to being a saint. I am a sinner for a reason.
Right now, as I gazed into those gorgeous, bewildered eyes. I wanted to grab her throat and f*cking kiss the life out of her. Those luscious, trembling lips, I want to bite them, suck on them.
F*ck!
She pulled her hand away, looking appalled at my words, but I said what I said.
Giving me a horrified look once, she dashed out of my office as if her ass was on fire.
I like her running like this. F*ck, it made me want to hunt her down. The thought made me thrilled. I wasn't normal. Nor do I want to be.
Some called me psycho, and maybe I am. But I have solid control over myself, and unfortunately, little Dove was making my control slip.
At home after dinner, I poured myself some wine and sat down. I stared at the screen of my laptop, which was showing me the live CCTV footage of the street outside her house. From this angle, her house was clearly visible. I had hacked into the surveillance system just to keep an eye on her like this. To keep her safe from shitty men like Simon.
The lights of her room went out, and I checked the clock; it was 10 pm. She was a good girl, sleeping on time.
Grabbing my phone, I scrolled through the numbers. I need a good f*ck to vent out my frustration, but the most frustrating thing was. I couldn't bring myself to touch another woman ever since I had her. She was on my mind all the time.
She was mine. F*ck, I've taken her virginity. She belonged to me. Her moans, her trembling, her gasps. Everything of hers belonged to me.
I'm going crazy.
F*ck.
Not being able to stop myself. I chugged my drink down. Grabbed my car keys and roared the engine to life as I sped down the road with only one destination in my mind. I pulled the car right outside her house and grabbed the key from under the plant pot. That naive girl would get herself murdered at this pace and stupidity.
I unlocked the door and stepped into her house. Her cat was nowhere around as I quietly made my way into her room. The door was slightly open as I stepped into her room and was instantly met with her sweet, intoxicating scent. The whole room smelled like her. Sweet. Addictive. Mine.
I slowly made my way to her bed, and I paused, seeing her sleeping there like an angel. I gulped at the sight of her soft, creamy legs on full display. She was in shorts and a shirt; her shirt was hitched up, revealing her delicate waist. Her lips were parted as she drew in small breaths. Her hair was scattered on the pillow. She was just so f*cking tempting.
The demons in me wanted to claim her. To corrupt her and make her mine in every possible way, but she was too delicate for a beast like me. I would break her.
Leaning down, I gently kissed her cheek, my fingers lightly caressing her hair away.
She was sleeping all defenseless, unaware of my presence in her room. So f*cking delicate.
I gently kissed the corner of her mouth, my eyes drinking in her features, wanting to memorise her clearly. Oh, how badly I wanted to get in bed with her, but I know she'd have a heart attack if she saw me in her bed when she woke up.
With a light kiss on her temple, I pulled back as she stared a little. I left her room and made sure to lock the door properly as I took her spare keys with me.
With her thoughts clouding my mind, I was driving back home when I got a call that brought a smile to my lips.
"Lazar," I said.
"Big brother, how have you been?"
"Good."
"Meet me, brother. I want to share good news with you." Lazar said happily.
"Let's meet tomorrow," I said and dropped the call. I knew what that good news might be, and it made me smirk.