I abruptly thrust myself out of his embrace, and make my way through the crowd towards the stairs that lead back to the VIP section. I'm passing by the dark stairwell when I feel his strong grip on my arm again. 'Wait a minute, I'm not done with you Jaz!'
I whirl around to face him with fire spitting from my irises, 'Did I ever say that I cared if you were done with me?' I narrow my gaze at him, 'We aren't at work remember! So I can do anything I damn well please!' I turn around to leave but he firmly holds onto my arm and drags me into the shadow of the staircase, pressing me into the side of the wall.
I gasp when my back comes into contact with the ice-cold wall. Taking advantage of my shock, Nikolai uses one hand to cage my hands above my head and the other to capture my face in a strong assertive grip. He claims my lips swallowing up the beginning of my protest. I try to remain limp in his arm to show him that he can't control me with a kiss, but this seems to fire him up even more and he lets out a growl against my lips.
He pushes one leg in between mine effectively trapping me in his embrace and presses it against the most sensitive part of my body. I feel a rush of warmth flow to my abdomen. He doesn't stop his administrations; he increases the pressure of his knee against my core increasing the friction. I moan in his mouth in response.
He swallows up my moan and thrusts his tongue in even deeper than it was before, almost like he is claiming ownership of my mouth. The possessiveness of it makes my core clench in response. He takes a moment to let us breathe. He stares at my lips with lust in his eyes and says in a throaty accented tone, 'God I love the taste of you Kiska'. Not giving me a chance to respond, he dives back into my mouth lashing at my tongue in an erotic dance, assaulting my senses with the heady taste of him. He tastes like what I can only guess is finely aged wine and something else that is uniquely him, and just as entrancing.
I can already feel myself unraveling under his ministrations; my sense of decorum and pride has already left the building. Just when I thought I couldn't be anymore aroused than I already am, he decides to let go of my hands. He immediately finds my ass and grips it firmly from under my dress, 'God my Kiska, do you realise how many people have been staring at your ass in your dress tonight?' he says glaring at me.
'But now it's all mine, isn't that right?' he asks with smug look on his face. To prove his point he squeezes my ass in ownership. I'm about to tell him just what I think of his ridiculous statement when he squeezes my cheeks and presses my lower body down on his knee. I gasp from the intensity of the pressure that shoots straight to my core. The thin piece of material between his knee and me isn't nearly enough to save me.
He has me nailed to the wall and squeezes my ass moving my body up and down in a slow rhythm over his knee. And each time my nether region brushes past his knee the need to come intensifies. Slow close yet so achingly far.
He continues to do it as he times it with the thrusts of his tongue in my mouth. My body heats up to a feverish pitch. I move my hands up to his head, clutching at the hazel strands tightly, holding his face closer to mine and now I'm aggressively kissing him back, giving back just as good as I get. I hear a rumble deep in his chest as he increases the pace at which he thrusts me down, 'Come now, Kiska!'
At his command I feel my body come undone, my heat spasms against him. I feel his length twitch against my stomach like it's aching for release as well. My body is still humming from the release that I barely register that he has already let me go. He even somehow has had the chance to pull down my dress.
By the time I gaze at him, gone is the passionate and possessive man that just assailed me, now in front of me is the cold gaze of a shrewd CEO. 'I didn't get a chance to tell you at work but Monday we are leaving for a Conference in Melbourne for the project at ICan Inc. We'll be going for 3 days so make sure you're packed. I'll pick you up on Monday at 6am.'
The abrupt change in his demeanor blindsides me to the point, that for the first time in my life, I am actually left speechless. As he walks off he turns around to say, 'And don't even think of skipping out, this isn't up for negotiation!' the threat lingers in the air as he stalks off, disappearing in the crowd.
I stare after him in horror as the reality of what just happened crashes down on me. I actually let him kiss me for the second time today. I didn't even try to fight him off. Alcohol or not that was plain stupid. I just let him do whatever he wanted to me, and showed him that I actually enjoyed it.
It doesn't get any lower than letting a man have their way with your body even though they've already been with another woman on the same day. My stomach churns at the mere thought of him touching me with the same lips that he used on another woman. The nausea grows as I think about the way he touched me and the way I responded to him, as if he had a remote with all the buttons that he knew how to press.
The more the thought swirls around in my mind the less appealing the club looks especially with the fresh memory of him having his way with me. Looking around I'm left with a sour taste in my mouth. Immediately I feel an intense need to flee and get to the safety of my apartment.
So I do the only thing I can in this moment. I quickly make my way up the stairs to find Cindy upstairs all cozy and buddy-buddy with one of the Stevan's friends.
I hastily walk up to her and grab her hand, and say with urgency, 'I'm going! You coming or staying?' Even in her alcohol induced haze she registers that my mood is off, 'Yeah sure girl... Just let me say goodbye to Chris!'
What I thought was going to be a simple goodbye ended up with a heated kiss between the two of them. She winks at him, making a phone gesture with her hand and hooks her arm in mine dragging us to the exit.
Luckily the Uber is there and waiting, so we quickly hop in and I confirm our destination. I stare out the window, and sense her gaze on me but luckily she doesn't ask me anything. I am honestly not interested in exploring my feelings right now. All I want to do is get as far away from here as possible and forget about everything. So come Monday, I am composed and ready to face that demon.
The last thing I want, is him knowing how much he affects me!