Chapter 30

I watch him with unmasked hunger, as he grasps my jaw possessively with his hand and moves in to seize my lips. But our moment is interrupted when the elevator siren goes off. The sound instantly sharpens my dull senses, and I scramble to get out of his embrace.

Surprisingly he lets go of my body, too easily. I feel bereft now. The sensation is oddly perturbing but my rumination about these feelings is interrupted when Nikolai attempts to say, 'Look—there's—something—I'

I scream back at him over the noise, 'I—can't—hear—you!'

He puts up his index finger gesturing for me to give him a moment and he quickly walks over to the control panel of the elevator and presses the button that brings the elevator back into motion, and thankfully ends the dreaded screeching of the elevator.

'As I was trying to say—' the door pings open interrupting him for the umpteenth time, and this old couple walks in.

Frustration bleeds through my pores. I feel like he was just about to say something really important.

I stare at him, hoping he'll continue but instead he stares straight ahead. Ignoring me. Back to his broody self.

I feel a pang in my chest. I should've known.

I start chastising myself for being taken for a ride, when I feel his hand snake around my waist ever so subtly.

I look up at him and he gazes down at me. Staring at me so intently that I feel like his gaze brushes against my soul. I shiver, except this time it's not from lust but something else that I'm too scared to place.

He runs his hand up and down my side. Caressing me intimately and covertly.

The old couple in front of us would've had no idea if we were lovers or just strangers that met in an elevator.

I nearly cry out in shock when he heartily grabs my ass cheek, squeezing it and caressing it with possessiveness.

I glare at him, whilst he stares straight ahead. As if nothing is amiss.

He continues his exploration of my bottom, igniting desire to come crashing through my body with a renewed force. I struggle to maintain my nonchalant posture as my stomach pulls tight with tension.

Just as my legs start to turn to jelly from his titillating ministrations the elevator door pings open. Relief overshadows my desire for a brief moment, finally the elderly couple leaves.

Nikolai leans in close to my face as if he is about to kiss me, and I close my eyes in anticipation.

Except instead of feeling his lips, I feel his hand clutching my side and pulling me to his side. I hear him chuckle and I open my eyes with a blush colours my cheeks. Arghh this man pisses me off! Just when I think he's about to do something he does the opposite.

He forces us out of the elevator with his long strides. Half carrying me because my poor legs can't keep up. 'Where are we going?' he doesn't answer me and I realise the answer when we are in front of our room door, with him smirking at me.

I didn't even realise that we were already on our level, because he was so goddamn distracting. I roll my eyes at him.

As soon as we are in the room, he's on me. Backing me up against the door. Exploring my body at his leisure, sparks of lust erupt inside me.

He nibbles along my jaw and neck, whilst massaging my breasts. All of his ministrations very distracting, but I still can't help the niggling desire to know what he was about to say on the elevator. So I push him slightly off me.

He stiffens, 'What's wrong Krasotka?'

'Nothing is wrong per se. I just want to know what you were trying to say to me before when the old couple interrupted us.'

He looks off to the side, some of the fire dimming from his eyes, staring at the wall, 'It was nothing'.

I glare at him and walk out of his embrace to the other side of the room. Putting some distance between us.

I want answers and one way or another I am going to get them.

'It was obviously something!' I say throwing my hands down in a dramatic fashion.

He folds his arms over his chest, causing his shirtsleeve to bunch up around his bicep, momentarily distracting me. He scowls at me, 'It's not important right now.' he walks closer to me and stops in front of me, holding me by the shoulders, 'What's important, is us.'

I start laughing sardonically, 'There is no us! Especially not now!'

I shake his hands off me and start to walk towards my room but he grabs my arm to stop me. A flush of anger rushes through my body, and I slap him across the face so hard that his head actually moves to one side.

I bring my hand up to my mouth. He turns his head back in my direction staring at me with just as much shock as I feel at my violent outburst.

'What the fuck was that for?!' He says rubbing his cheek.

His question only adds fuel to my fire. I spit out at him, 'You know what Nikolai, Fuck you!'

His expression turns stormy at my blatant disrespect for him.

I slap my forehead, shaking my head, 'Yeah seriously, I don't know what I was thinking letting a womaniser like you have your way with me!'

'A womaniser?' he points at himself.

'Yeah damn straight! Fuck you! Do you think that I'm stupid! You thought that I didn't know that I was just a side dish in the long list of bitches that you are screwing!'

His brows knit together, 'Jesus Christ woman! What are you talking about?'

I scoff pointing at myself, 'What am I talking about?' I throw my hands in the air, 'Did you forget about that bitch that you screwed the night that you made out with me at the club!' I start shaking my head around like a bobble head doll, 'What did you think I was stupid and didn't know!'

I sneer at him, 'Come on Nikolai, you gotta give me more credit than that!'

His shoulders start shaking in mirth. My anger grows, 'Yeah I'm glad that you think your whorish ways are so funny!'

He even goes as far as to wipe his eyes from tears that must've come out.

My eyes twitch, and I have this innate desire to punch him square in the jaw. I don't know why, but this man brings out violence in me.

He nearly keels over, from how much he is laughing.

I growl out, 'I'm done, I'm out! Goodnight!'

I trudge past him but he pulls me into his embrace. I can still feel his shoulders shaking from his laughter. Who knew the stoic Nikolai was such a damn joker. I roll my eyes at the universe.

He turns me around clasping his hands behind my back, locking me in place.

His laughter finally dies down, but I still see the remnants of it in the crinkles around his eyes as he says, 'Jas, this is all a big misunderstanding'. I scoff at him.