Her Volkovs #Book 2

Chapter 4

Belle's POV

When I attempted to walk away he grabs me close to him. He wrapped his arm around just below my

breasts while he is palming my mouth effectively immobilizing and shutting me up. I can feel from my

butt that Artan is already having a major hard-on.

Artan then inhaled deeply on my neck.

"I have been dreaming for this night to come. Hmm. You are driving me mad."

I feel like my heart is beating a million times. Artan has completely lost it. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

"Baby, I will never hurt you, please don't be scared of me." Artan whispered in my ear. I don't know why

but I can see the look of sadness all over Artan's eyes.

"I am going to remove my hand from your soft lips. It's up to you if you scream for your dog outside but

you must know that your Volkov and his men are surrounded by my people. I won't think twice about

raining bullets on them. I would gladly wage a mob war for you baby. So I can take you home tonight

after dealing with Volkov. It will be Me, You and Aria from then on."

Artan then slowly lets go of my mouth but he remained pinning me to his body with his other arm.

At the back of my mind, I know that Artan will do exactly what he said. This is him doing what he said in

the note. Artan just doesn't play fair. He planned all of these to put me and Nikolai at his mercy. He

used his friendship with Nikolai to deliver us right into his trap. Amy is right, Artan is scary. I feel so

trapped and manipulated by him.

"Look at us. We are perfect for each other. My only regret is not finding you first." Said Artan as he

looks at our reflection in the mirror.

"Artan, you have to stop all of these."

"I can give anything you want baby. What do you want, tell me? Do you want more diamonds?

Mansions? Tell me. I can give everything and anything you want."

"I'm in love with Nikolai, Artan. I don't need your diamonds or mansions, I only want Nikolai!"

"You're just saying that now. Give me a chance and I will make you my queen. I am going to worship

you every day until the day I die."

Oh my god. I just stood frozen in my position as Artan makes known his intentions.

"Let go of me Artan." I feel like my knees are getting weak.

Artan then turns me to face him and carries me to sit on a platform near the sink. He then spreads my

legs and plants deep kisses on my neck while running his hand on my thigh.

I tried with all my strength to push him away but Artan is just too strong.

"Baby I want you." Artan's voice is already hoarse.

"Artan! Stop!"

Artan continues fondling me. His breathing is already getting deeper. His beard is touching my skin

intensely as he kisses my neck. He then cupped my left breast with his hand while his other arm is

wrapped around my back, pinning me tight to him.

"Artan! Please! Please stop doing this to me." I am already pleading with Artan.

When Artan heard me plead, he slowly halted. He buried his face on my neck while his arms are wrap

around my waist. He then looked me in the eyes intently and cups my face.

"Grant me one kiss and I will let go, for now."

I did not answer Artan.

He then slowly plants a kiss on my lips while still holding me tight. I can again smell Artan's distinct

scent, a mixture of scotch, cigar and a hint of his icy perfume. Oh god, Nikolai is right, this man is

obsessed with me.

I then looked away and remove myself from the kiss.

Artan looks down as he slowly lets go of me. I then stepped down to reach the floor and turned my

back on Artan to look at myself in the mirror and pull myself together.

He again embraced me from the back. He looks at our reflection in the mirror.

"Artan..." I looked at his reflection in the mirror. I can see in his eyes this deep longingness and

sadness. I don't know why but I suddenly feel bad for Artan.

Artan loosens his grip on me so I quickly removed myself from him and exited the room. As I approach

the door, I looked at Dardan as I went past him. The look of guilt is planted all over his face for leading

me straight to his boss' trap.

"Let's go Boris."

I can't go back to Nikolai and Alexei like this. So I decided to go outside to breathe some air. We took

the elevator to the ground floor. I quickly walk towards the entrance and went to the open-air where our

cars are parked.

"What happened Madamme? Are you alright?" Oh god. Do I look so shaken up that even Boris himself

talked to me?

"Yes Boris I just need some air that's all." I then quickly saw that he dialed his phone.

I placed my hand on top of his phone. "No! Don't Boris I'm okay. Really."

I then turned my back on Boris. I breathed in and out. The cool breeze is touching my face and blowing

my hair to the side. I clasp my arms with my hands while intertwined in front of me. A lot of things are

running in my mind right now. Do I still tell Nikolai about Artan? I know for a fact that my future husband

will not let this one pass if he knows the whole truth about what Artan did. And Artan himself was

adamant that he is willing to wage a mob war against Nikolai, just because of me. Oh my god, I am so

confused. I feel like my eyes are being pinched.

As I turn around to face the building, my senses took an overdrive when all of a sudden I saw some of

the men at the entrance run inside while slinging their guns. Two of the men approached our direction

and pointed their guns at Boris. Boris was about to pull the gun from his back but it was too late. The

other man took the gun from him.

Oh my god! What is happening? The two men just ignored me, they did not even attempt to lay a hand

on me.

"Go Madame." Said Boris while two guns are still pointed towards him. The men in black suits pointing

guns at him looked all too serious. "Madame! Look at me, you have to go now. Go!" Said Boris sternly.

I gathered all the strength I have left and ran back inside. Artan's men are just looking at me as I

approach the elevator.

My hands are already shaking. I can never forgive myself if anything happens to my Nikolai, Alexei and

his men. I know that I am the reason why this is happening.

My heart is beating a million times as I approach the room on the third floor. As I entered the room, my

eyes widened at the horrifying sight in front of me.