The shift in his behaviour confused her. And then he caught her completely off guard by pressing his lips against the base of her neck, sending her heart into overdrive. She was slipping away. "Wha..what are you doing?" she forced the words out. In response he started peppering kisses up her neck, unleashing thousands butterflies in her stomach. " Rewarding you. Just what you wanted," he breathed hoarsely between the kisses. She gulped and shook her head. He didn't stop but continued to assault her delicate slope with his mouth. His hand holding her in place. "No," she crowed out and clenched her fists. His lips were inciting sparks everywhere they touched. They stimulated her insides and left her wanting more. Just like she had imagined, his lips felt heavenly good against her skin. "You lie," he held her nape in a tight grip and bit her hard right below her jaw. It was her punishment for lying. "Aahh," she struggled and moaned as his canine dug mercilessly into her d
She assessed his teeth marks with her fingers. One on her neck and other on her collarbone. They had turned a hedious shade of purple, tainting her milky white skin. Heat crept up her cheeks as the images flashed through her eyes. She could still feel his teeth sinking into her flesh, sending a sharp pain ripping through her. But the thrill it brought was equally exhilirating. For the first time, she had felt him under her skin. Is that what he wanted her to feel? That he has absolute control over her mind and body. With the way he was devouring her, she feared he was going to swallow her whole. His eagerness was both frightning and exciting. It was freezing cold outside but all she felt was hot. Scorching hot. She pushed her hair to the front, covering those bites. Once she was satisfied with her appearance she wheeled out of her room only to see Christoph and Alicia sitting at the table. They looked dejected. Angela felt a pang gripping her heart. They were helpless in front of th
Angela's eyes snap in the direction of the door when it shot open. Nikaulas barged in and dashed straight towards the severely injured driver. His men stepped away. "Who were they?" he demanded from the driver who was sprawled on the sofa with his eyes half closed. The driver had a hazy consciousness due to the pain and couldn't answer his question. In a fit of frustration, Nikaulas bent and jerked the man up by his bony arm, not caring about his poor state. "Who the fuck was it?" he snarled in the face of driver. The driver stared dazedly into his steely eyes. His eyes begin to roll. "Don't you fucking faint on me," Nikaulas threatened. The driver blinked once before his head lolled back and he lost his consciousness. Nikaulas let out a cuss before letting go of the man. The driver fell back on the sofa. Angela watched him losing his calm from afar. He was troubled and so anxious. She wanted to comfort him but right now she herself was too panicked to be of help. Nikaulas swiped
"Look what the cat dragged in," Karl smirked maliciously as Nikaulas appeared from behind the door. Like he had demanded, he was all alone as his men escorted him in. Even while having several guns pointed at him, his gait exhibited nothing but confidence as he advanced towards Karl, staring dead in his eyes. The room was full of enemies but he wsasn't faze even a bit. If anything, his stance was commanding and his face stoic, betraying nothing. He didn't have a single weapon on him and yet it looked as if he was in the control. His cool and calm demenor was annoying but what unsettled Karl the most was his silver pools that were blazing with icy ire. Karl felt his nerves shrinking under his daunting gaze that promised hell. Karl put on a brave facade. He had to do it to prove himself to his brother. "You gotta drop that act of yours, King. Acting high and mighty will only get you killed," Karl warned the gangster and trained his gun on him. Nikaulas smirked. "Don't worry ab
A moment passed by when Nikaulas appeared in his line of sight with his hands in the air. Karl stalked towards him. His eyes sporting an evil glint. The whole world will cower in front of him if he killed The Nikaulas King. He stood in front of Nikaulas. "You know, I've always admired you. I wish to be like you, ruthless and invincible. You have no soft bone and that's what makes you the best in the game. You never hesitate from starting a bloodbath for the things you set your heart on. You are unyielding, resilient, atrocious. The fucking devil. But your journey ends here. I feel lucky to be the one who will put an end to this legendary life," Karl's eyes lit with an enthusiasm of a child. Nikaulas kept his face expressionless as he lowered his hands. "Any last word, King before you die?" Karl stepped closer and pressed the barrel against his forehead. " Everything you said is true. I am the devil and devil don't die," he slit Karl's throat in one swift sweep. Before Karl could
He opened the door and was instantly flooded by her signature scent. Not realising, he closed his eyes and inhaled the air deeply, letting every cell of his being soak into her dewy scent. There was something very addictive about her scent. Something enslaving. After several drags, he willed his eyes to open and made his way towards the bathroom.He stripped his clothes and stood under the shower. He turned on the shower and started washing himself. Once done, he wrapped the towel around his waist. His gaze caught the first-aid kept on the bottom shelf. Even though he had cleaned the wounds, they were still bleeding and needed to be covered. He walked over and grabbed the first-aid. He stared at it for a long moment before putting it back in its place. He turned and came out. Angela was outside waiting for him with his clothes. Her eyes shot to him when he came out. Their eyes met. "Your clothes," she did her best to keep her eyes focused on his face. Nikaulas came closer. The inten
Nikaulas squeezed the pillow closer and breathed in its sweet scent. It was so soft and warm. Top of the line. He was going to buy more of these and take back home. But then his nose scrunched when he felt something fluffy tickling it. He ignored it initially but then the tickling grew unbearable. He opened his eyes only to find his vision veiled by a thread of blond hair. The man lifted his free hand and move it out of his eyes. The first thing henoticed was a pink fancy lamp that was set on the nightstand across from him. His groggy senses slowly woke to soft blows of hot air hitting the side of his neck. His gaze lowered to the woman who was in his arms, sound asleep. Her face was buried into the crook of his neck and her small fist tucked between their chests. Her waist-length locks were all over them. More on him then her. Her face was hidden under her locks. He was ought to shove her away but instead he, very cautiously, curled his fingers around one of her strands and one b
The wind howled viciously and soon fat drops of rain begin to splash against the windowpane. The thunder clapped. It was late at night. Nikaulas went to Nichelle's room to check on her. She was asleep. He sat there in the darkness with her for some time before returning to his room. He glanced at his watch. It was already 11 and she was still out with him. He walked to the window overlooking the entrance and stood there. His eyes measuring the path as far as they could. Theo had taken her out on the pretext of work and they still had not returned. Barely two minutes had passed when Nikaulas glanced at his watch again.His anger was building with every passing second. Where the fuck are they? A message popped on his screen. He read it. Theo's car broke down. Me and Theo have found an abandoned building. We will be staying there for the night.A wave of fury crashed through him. He dialed her number and pressed the phone against his ear. His nostrils flaring. She picked up at the fir
Angela sighed out and got to her feet. A smile touched her lips when she felt no stinging pain in her legs. The reminder was delightful. Her legs were no more wobbly. They could carry her weight now for as long as she want them to be. She could walk miles now without the fear of falling. She was still getting used to it though. A month had passed since her surgery. Even though it included risks which made Nick wary, she had no second thought. She wanted to walk down the aisle for him on her own feet. She looked over at herself in the mirror. Her face was chubbier and her belly was a little protruded. Her breasts had grown twice over, her hips had broadened. She had gained quite a weight during her pregnancy, all thanks to Nick and his obsession with having her fed and full all the time. She held the underside of her tummy and scrunched her nose. She was looking like a fancy potato covered in white gown. "How do I look?" Ginger sashayed in through the door. Angela looked over at her
Finally came the day when he had recovered enough to return home. Nick recovered speedily after that. Everything was going smoothly until one day Nick caught Stefan and Nichelle together, Kissing. The amount of fury he felt was destructive. He beat the poor guy almost to his death. Nichelle was aghast. She pleaded with him to let him go but Nick wasn't in his senses. Angela rushed over after hearing the noise and asked Nick to stop. Nick was possessed by the devil himself as he kept on hitting Stefan. Nichelle ran over to Angela and implored her to make Nick stop. Nick did stop a few minutes later. He glared hard at brutally beaten Stefan before storming off from their. He couldn't believe his best man of 10 years was taking advantage of his sister. Angela picked on the warning in the air as she entered their room. Nick was sitting on the edge of their bed, , breathing heavily. He was gripping the edge of bed as if he would tear it off any moment now. "You almost killed him," A
Angela called his family shortly after. Nick had to stay in he hospital for some days as his wound were quite grave. Angela took the responsibility of looking after him. Nick didn't take revenge from Nate and asked his dad to not get into it. This was the second time he let go of Serranos for hurting him only for Angela.A few days passed, Nick had recovered to some extent but not wholly. His wounds were still fresh. The night had dawned. Visitors had left half an hour ago. Angela was perched on the sofa attending a video conference with her staff. Unknown to her, Nick was staring at her fixedly from his bed. Once she was done with the conference, she turned in his direction and smiled at him. Nick lost in his own thoughts, didn't return her smile. Angela got to her feer and made her way towards him. Just then the door opened and nurse entered carrying a tray of food. Angela took the plate from her and offered her a smile. "Your food," Angela set the plate on the stand beside her b
Angela struck her palm across Nate's cheek. The smacking sound pierced through the still air. She couldn't believe it. He tried to kill Nick."Why did you do this?" Angela fumed angrily. Her eyes were red-rimmed and wide. Nate had never seen her this angry. She was shaking in rage. "You...do you realise what you have done, Nate?" her voice cracking as she demanded. Tears continued to run down her cheeks. Her chest felt hollow. Nate kept his head down, his jaw flexing. "He deserved it for hurting you," Nate answered back. Nobody can get away after hurting A Serrano. Angela let him go. He had atleast expected his dad to do something about it but he also let it go.Anger poured through Angela. " And who the...who are you to punish him, Nate? You wanted to hurt him? You have hurt me by doing this. I will never forgive you if anything happened to him. Never," the words came right out of her heart. She was frantic with panic. Hopeless. Nate's gaze snapped up to meet her eyes. The fact t
He owned the whole of Germany and held remarkable power all over the world. Money, power, fame, women, they followed him like magnet everywhere he went. He was, arguably, one of the richest men to walk on earth who has everything. Everything. But it was today he felt like he really has everything when he squeezed her closer to his chest. With his eyes still closed, he laid small kisses across the back of her ear. Her presence bringing him a rare kind of happiness. Damn! he had to work his ass off to get this beauty back but it all paid off in the end. She was right here and he felt satisfied. For the first time he was content with what he had. If someone asked him to spend all his life spooning her like this he would do it gladly. She was sound asleep. Tired to her bones. His fingerprints and lovebites were all over her milky-white skin. He had marked her good. It was an erotic sight. And he was hard again. In the wee hours, his cock stretched to its full size, begging for attention.
Her throbbing lips parted from his as she inclined her face heavenward, arching out the sexy curve of her neck to his face. Nick raised his smoldering gaze to her beautiful face. Her eyes were half-closed, her drenched hair sticking to her face, her mouth slightly parted. Her breathing slow and sensual, her lips glossy and softened by their kiss. His throat bobbed. He was blown away. She was a sight. A dangerous fucking sight. Raw passion rushed through his veins, setting his insides on fire. He clamped down hard on her throat. His teeth dug into her delicate skin, eliciting a whimper from her. He felt the monster in his pants twitch. "You going to be the death of me," he growled lowly while peppering soft kisses up the curvature of her neck, leaving a slew of angry red love bites behind. Angela's hold on his shirt grew firmer, her breathing more ragged. She felt his cock pressing against her core. Her pussy throbbed for it. While devouring her neck, Nick pinched the hem of her dre
Her arms were wrapped around her legs and her head was tucked between her knees. Nick stalked towarsd her. "Angel," he bent and touched her shoulder to gain her attention. Angela glanced up at him. Her eyes were red and swollen. She was crying. He looked into her large sad eyes and felt his own heart twisting in pain. "What's wrong?" he questioned, with his brows knitted close. Angela just stared at him. "Did you know?" he had to lean closer to hear her over the booming thunder. Her voice was hoarse due to not speaking for hours. "What I knew?" he asked, not understanding what she meant. A tear rolled down her cheek before she spoke her next words. The sadness in her eyes turned into grief. "That I can't be pregnant again," she replied as another tear slipped down. Nick froze. She stared at him anticipatedly but he had no reply to this. "Answer me," she urged him."It's raining hard. We should get back home," He said instead while putting his arms around her and lifting her u
"....No, only red rose petals....I want everything perfect.....Any mistake and there will be a bullet between your eyes," he warned the event manager in his usual calm but dangerous voice. More often than not his tone was enough to make people piss in their pants and he wasn't shy to take advantage of it. He hung up after spitting the instructions to the manager for their date night. He was looking over every tiny detail of arrangements. He was going to make it an unforgettable night for her. If he managed to give her even a fraction of happiness that she had given him yesterday then he would consider it a success. Nick was ecstatic. Overjoyed. She had finally agreed to give them a chance. He couldn't wait for the day to end. The time was slower than usual today. He glanced at his wristwatch and sighed. Only an hour had passed since he had stepped into the office. If only time was a person. He would have threatened him into speeding the fuck up up. He grabbed his phone and scrolled t
Angela returned home late. She opened her apartment's door and got in. Her eyes collided with Nick's causing her to halt. He was sitting on the couch, his broad shoulders bowed like a predator. His features were rigid, jaw set, and eyes glaring. He was angry. Angela felt a chill crawl up her spine. But she ignored it and started towards her room. This wasn't the right time to talk. "Where were you?" he demanded in a calm but dangerous tone making Angela pause. "None of your business," she answered without bothering to spare him a glance. In two strides, Nick was towering over her. "What's wrong?" his tone changed from rage to concern when he caught on her dull expression. When she didn't reply, he kneeled in front of her and lifted her face with his forefinger. His gaze roamed her features, observing. "You cried," he noted with a frown. Angela turned away. " I am tired. I want to sleep," she dodged his question and tried to move around him. Nick stopped her by gripping h