Nikolai's POV
She stood there still as a statue, leaning against the wall as if she didn't trust her legs.
Isabella was so easy to read. She was purely innocent, soft, and gentle. Her soft voice, those misty eyes, her trembling lips, and adorable quivering chin. Everything about her screams innocence.
Whatever she was going through always showed in her eyes. Fear. Pain. Hurt. Everything.
Bella was the type of soul I wanted to protect from the world, and yet at the same time, I wanted to corrupt her in ways that if she found out, she'd run for the hills.
She was my cure and my destruction at the same time.
When her friend showed up at my office, informing me that Isabella couldn't come. I was mad. I dismissed the girl, and I was truly pissed. I wanted to meet her, to see her up close, to inhale her scent, but she deprived me of it.
The sane part of morality whispered that she was my student. Off limits, but the sinister beast in me didn't give a shit.
I've marked her. Claimed her, took her pure virginity. I was her first ever man. I hunted her down. So she was mine in every possible way.
My woman.
My prey.
She won't accept it now, but I wasn't letting her go ever. She belonged to me. Either willingly or by force.
I pulled out the veggies from the shopping bag she just brought. After washing them, I began to chop them, and through this all, she still stood there, against the wall, watching me.
As if she couldn't believe her eyes.
I don't blame her. I couldn't even understand myself then, how would she be able to understand what was going through my mind? My actions or anything at all.
"You're going to stand there for the rest of the night and watch me cook. Why don't you help me?" That brought her back to reality as she slowly breathed and straightened.
Isabella walked over to me but still kept three to four feet distance from me. She began putting her groceries in their respective places.
She then grabbed drinks and glasses and set them on the table along with the plates as I searched for the seasonings. She noticed and opened the drawer that had the seasonings, without a single word.
I made chicken soup. Quick and easy to make. She put the food in the bowl and set it on the table as I washed my hands and dried them with the cute mini hand towel.
I don't like her this quiet. It was making me restless.
We took our seats opposite each other on the mini dining table that was in her lounge. Her house was cozy, minimal, and just so homey. What I love the most about her place was that it smells just like her. F*cking alluring.
And like the last time her cat was glaring at me. She probably wanted me gone.
"Your cat hates me," I said while serving the soup in her bowl first, while she just stared at my hands.
"She does," she said plainly. Her voice was curt, no shiver or fear. Simply detached.
I set her food in front of her and served myself as well as she poured soda drinks for us.
We began eating, and she closed her eyes on the first bite, and I smirked. Of course, she liked it. It was cooked by me after all.
We ate in silence, and like a good girl, she finished the whole bowl. While I barely ate because I couldn't f*cking get enough of her.
The way she eats, those plump, rosy lips, her cute, chubby cheeks as she chewed, her doe eyes eyeing the food with hunger. She was f*cking adorable, and if that wasn't enough, her shirt slipped from her shoulder slightly enough to show the purple strap of her bra, and I felt a zing of current rushing down where it wasn't supposed to rush right now.
F*ck!
Once done, she sat there politely waiting for me to finish my meal, but I just couldn't stop looking at her, and she noticed; her shoulders shrank and she tried to disappear into herself, so I openly leaned back on the chair and stared.
She shyly glanced up, and her lips parted at my audacity. I could notice the light blush on her cheeks and the tips of her ears.
She grabbed her dishes and hurried to the kitchen, and began washing the dishes. Not being able to stop myself. I followed her, my steps soundless, and when I grabbed her waist from behind and pressed my chest against her shoulders, she gasped. Her whole body jerked, and she instantly tried to get free, but I snaked my arm around her waist and pressed myself into her further as I nestled my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent.
She stiffened yet again, and this time she even stopped breathing. I knew why it was; I could feel my arousal pressing on her lower back. I pressed further, and her eyes grew wide.
I could feel the heat emanating from her body, especially from her ears and neck, as I kissed her neck and she shivered.
"What do you feel for me, little dove? And be honest." I rasped in her ear.
"Fear," she breathed. She was honest, I give her that.
"And?"
"Sensations..." She whispered in that small, breathless voice.
"I know, baby. And I want to give you more of them," I rumbled, and in one swift move, I turn her around.
Grabbed her hips and carried her up. She gasped, clinging to my shoulders as her legs wrapped around my torso, and she could feel me even more now.
"Feel what you do to me, Bella," I growled and pulled her down enough so that her intimacy was pressing directly against my hardness.
She gasped, shivered, her nails dug into my shoulders as she pulled me closer, and taking advantage, I crashed my lips on hers in a hot, searing kiss.
I placed her on the counter, she pulled back, but grabbing her hips, I jerked her closer and pressed myself against her intimacy as her whole body quivered, and a moan slipped through her lips.
F*ck! She'll be the death of me.
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Both of them lost in each other, unaware that someone was staring venomously at them through the window from across the street. Their kissing shadow was visible through the thin curtain, making that man clench his jaw in rage.