Heartstrings and Forever Bonds

Passionate Yearning

Nikolai's Perspective:

Since when do we have him as a gardener? He doesn't even resemble a gardener. Who is he?

"Coffee, sunshine!" Natalia exclaimed.Natalia flashed a smile at me and inquired, "Lost in someone's thoughts?" "The only person who resides in my heart and mind is you, Bellissima," I responded. While taking a sip from her coffee, she glanced at me, her eyes brimming with questions that I knew she was about to unleash. Setting her mug down, she turned towards me.

"I have a question, actually many, but let's skip those," she began. I sensed it coming. What would she ask? About the gardener? How I feel about her? "Nikolai?" I snapped out of my reverie. "Y-Yeah!! Continue," I stammered.

"How did you get those marks on your body?" How did she know? She was far from me when I was shirtless, and those marks were fading; people wouldn't be able to see them from that distance. I met her gaze; her eyes were pleading for an answer, showing genuine concern. "Um... May I ask why?" I replied. "No, it's alright if you don't want to answer. But they look like cigarette burns or as if someone beat you with belts, and there are even more cuts and stitch marks as well." Are those marks still that prominent and visible?

"Bellissima?" I questioned. "Hmm, sunshine?" she responded. "Wanna make pizza?" She sprang from her seat. "Shall we?" I chuckled and lifted her in a bridal carry, placing her on the kitchen island.
"Tell me, which pizza do you want to have, Bellissima?"
"Anything you would like," I replied.
"Okay! Let's go for meat masala," she replied.
"Alright!" She leaped from the kitchen island and headed towards the fridge to gather everything we needed. In seconds, the kitchen island was filled with ingredients, but the cheese was missing.
"Na..."
"I'm coming. I need to take a call, sorry."

Why does she need to go upstairs? She always answers her calls in front of me. What's it about? Maybe her lover or someone from her family? Still, it's fishy.

Natalia's Perspective:

"Hey, Grandfather. How are you?"
"I'm alright. And you? What's taking so long, dear?"
What excuse should I make? "Hello! Are you there, dear?" His voice sent shivers down my spine.
"Um... actually, you know he's the top mafia in the alliance, and everyone is afraid of him. So, yeah, I'm handling it alone. Could you please give me more time?"
"Yeah, sure. Everything is forgiven for you. But is there something else troubling you? You can confide in me."
"No, it's alright here."
"Try to do it as soon as possible, dear. Still, take your time, don't rush, and make sure to have your meals on time, alright?"
"Yeah, sure. Are you having your meals and taking your medicines on time?"
He laughed and replied, "Yeah, or else you'll leave your work and come to scold me." We both chuckled. "Natalia...?" Nikolai called. "Okay, bye, Grandfather. I have to go." He replied, "Bye!"

"Coming...!" I tossed my phone onto the bed and hurried down the stairs.

I saw Nikolai trying to knead the pizza dough, and he had already made a mess. He could be so meticulous in mafia matters but surprisingly clumsy when cooking or around me, I guess. But suddenly, I had an overwhelming urge to hug him. I needed his embrace, and I needed it now. Without wasting a moment, I called, "Nikolai?" and dashed towards him. He understood my need and opened his arms. In mere seconds, I was enveloped in his embrace. The warmth of his touch silenced everything around me. It was as if the world had stopped, and all my stress evaporated as if it never existed.

"Is everything alright, baby girl?" I met his gaze and nodded. "Mm... hm." He planted a tender kiss on my forehead. Then, we set about making the pizza. We had a blast throughout the entire process. Finally, we placed both pizzas in the oven after quite a messy ordeal.

I was placing item inside the freezer when I walked towards the kitchen island to store rest of the capcicums and cheese. Suddenly Nikolai grabbed me by my waist, his touching causing me to drop the cheese packets onto the island.

Facing him, he swiftly captured my lips with his own. One of his hand squeeze my buttocks and boobies,while the other gripped me tightly by my waist. Despite my attempts to move, his hold was firm, immbolizing me. Then, I mustered the hope of breaking free and kissed him back.

Both of us were engulfed in each other as if the world was about to end. We were both desperate for each other's touch.

He seized my waist and hoisted me onto the island. I could feel my arousal intensifying; I was already dripping wet just from his gaze. He tugged my panties down. "Someone soaking in their own desire",he remarked. I couldn't stop myself- I didn't want him to stop. All I wanted was for him to take me, and fuck me as I am his whore.