Unraveling Him | A mafia Story

Chapter 45 - A lost bet

"Have you ever seen the hell in someone's eyes and loved it anyway?"

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Natalie's POV

It felt like we were starting anew.

A new relationship. A new chapter. A new mistake.

I was drunk on my ardent emotions and high on the pheromones and the delicious scent of him to care for anything outside the confines of this moment. All of my defenses evaporated into thin air, getting consumed by the surge of hormones erupting over every nerve in my being.

Deep down, I knew that this was wrong, but sue me if I care. Wrong, because he was still a very dangerous man, a real monster outside these walls, a hurricane that wreaks havoc everywhere he goes. His hands, the same soft hands caressing my body, are tainted with so much blood. I am wise enough to keep that in mind.

But right now, he was just my Nikolas, the one who cares for me deeply, that turns all mushy when around me, the one who keeps learning every day how to deal with such intense feelings, the one who would go out of his way to make sure I was safe, the one who took me out for a dinner and won me a stuffed unicorn. I focused on that Nikolas only and nothing else. I needed nothing else.

I just knew that despite everything, I would always be safe with this man.

Was it crazy? Yes. But that's what he makes of me.

"I missed you," I croaked out, my throat tight because I felt like I could so easily lose him again. And I am sure that I will. Because till when can we keep playing this dangerous game without any consequences?

"I missed you too," He rasped, his green eyes darkened into a night forest, trapping me there with no way out, "I missed the taste of you," He fitted his lips on mine again, in a way only he can as his tongue swept into my mouth, "The way you feel," He bit my lower lip as his big warm hands caressed my face and neck, trailing a path toward my chest. I gasped when the pad of his thumb brushed over my thin bra, "And the sounds you make," He added, his jaw clenching, remembering exactly what it is like to miss me even though I was here all this time, but also so far away from him.

He retreated slightly just to look at me, emotions played across his features as he stroked his curled finger down the line of my jaw, his eyes following his movements, and there were so many feelings playing in his gaze. Determination, hunger, but also control.

Green eyes captured mine again, and I could see the silent question there; he was making sure I was completely in. A part of him, the one that fights everything he wants, that part was asking me to back away before we indulge in this irrationality with no way back.

Excitement and thrill flushed my body whole, especially when he asked, "How do you want it?" His voice was heavy and intense, "Slow and deep? Or hard and fast?"

I forgot how to breathe again, "Both," I found myself answering.

If possible, my words had his jaw ticking, his eyes darkening even more before he pressed his lips back against me, murmuring into them, "That's my girl."

Oh, at this moment, I wanted nothing more than to be his girl.

Our lips broke contact, and so did our bodies when he edged away from me. I missed his warmth almost instantly, and a low, whiney sound involuntarily left my mouth. He liked my desperation because I saw the corner of his lip lift up just slightly.

I pressed my elbows into the mattress, pulling myself up slightly, more than ready to jump, attack him and remove those damn pants to reveal what was hiding underneath. My lips parted but before I could speak, the ringing sound of my phone broke through this moment like a damn cockblock. A low groan rumbled from my throat at the useless thing, "Usually no one calls me," I grumbled out, ignoring it as it lit up and vibrated over the nightstand.