The Russian Don – A Dark Mafia Romance

Julianna’s Pov:-

As much as I wanted to eat fast and run away from here, My eyes kept wanting to look at him. I feel my heart beating faster and faster in passing seconds. I quickly gulped down the juice and stood up, to my discomfort everyone turned to me.

I smiled awkwardly while grabbing my plate and strolling towards the kitchen, as I washed my dish I could still feel my heart slamming against my chest. I placed the plate in its place and leaned against the kitchen counter. I sighed deeply and raised my head up, staring at the ceiling.

I don’t want to stay here!

Suddenly, I was so sad that tears began to fill my eyes. I miss Stella, I wish I was with her and not here. I tried to not let these tears roll down my cheeks and took a deep breath, controlling myself. I have to leave this place and stay away from Nikolai.

It was clear that he didn’t want me close to him, his actions made it clear last night. I have to find a way to know where they kept Stella and have to get out of this island with her as soon as possible.

I turned around and strolled out of the kitchen, as I made my way to the stairs I could feel everyone’s eyes boring a hole on my back. I tried to not look at anyone and headed straight to my room and shut the door.

***

The whole day, I stayed in my room and contemplated whether to go out or stay inside. I know I can’t stay in my room forever, I have to face Nikolai and see his face since I’m staying in his mansion among his people.

I was sitting on my bed and staring at the ceiling with lots of things going through my mind. I had my first one night stand last night with my captor and knowing he didn’t like or enjoy it makes me ashamed and unworthy.

What should I do?

Suddenly there was a knock on my door which pulled me out of my thoughts, I slowly got down from my bed and walked towards the door. I grabbed the knob and pulled the door open, my breath caught in my throat as my eyes landed on Nikolai.

He’s standing in front of me with his hands inside his pant’s pockets and he was dressed in grey nightwear. His hair was slightly wet maybe due to the shower and he looked so fucking hot right now. I was having a hard time trying to not gap at him.

“I want to talk to you,” he said while staring at me with a determined look on his face, I stared at him not knowing what to say.

Before my mouth could tell him to go away, my body moved on its own, he strolled inside the room and I shut the door before turning to him. As soon as I turned to him, he grabbed my shoulders and slammed me against the door.

A gasp left my lips as my back hit the door, he trapped me with his hands pressed to the door on either side of the door. My heart was slamming against my ribcage while I stared at him, his eyes stared at mine with so intensity that I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up instantly.

“M-Mr. Vasi-Vasilev,” I stuttered while pressing my hands on his chest and pushing him but he stood still like a fucking pillar.

“Pl-Please,” I pushed him with all my strength but he didn’t move at all.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Miss. Mitchel,” His tone held a serious warning and it made me stop immediately and look at him, he grabbed my hands and stared at me.

“I’m sorry,” he said,

I stared at him in surprise, I was just speechless as he held my face in both hands and stared into my eyes.

“I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have pushed you like that but…” before he could complete his sentence, My stupid mouth opened itself.

“You don’t have to explain it, Trust me, It’s just a meaningless one night stand which I regret as well,” I said,

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I panicked internally as I saw the changes in his facial features, his eyes stared at me with hurt, it immediately changed into confusion and then came the infamous rage. There was complete silence between us and his eyes boring into me, the look on his face was scaring the hell out of me.

With his eyes still on me, he stepped back and glared at me. I should have shut my damn mouth for once, Jesus Christ.

“You regret last night?” He repeated what I said as if trying to hear what I said again, clearly trying to calm his anger,

NO!

“Yes,” I replied,

I noticed his jaw clenching making his jaw look sharper than before, “You were screaming in pleasure last night…Miss. Mitchell!” He said while slamming his palms against the door. I flinched and pressed myself to the door while breathing hard.

I gulped hard as his face was close to me, “I-I…” I stuttered,

He moved closer to mine and I could feel his musky scent which was flooding my senses but I tried to ignore those distractions and tried to focus on the scent that is Nikolai, something very masculine and potentially dangerous.

“Tell me… Miss. Mitchell?” He said huskily while moving towards my ear, I felt electric jolts rushing through my bones as his tongue ran down my ear to my neck. His hot breath was rolling over my lips and his eyes searched every inch of my face, a strange hunger for his mouth raised inside me and I was unable to control it.

“I-I…” I was opening my mouth and closing it like a fish in the water,

“I didn’t,” he said, looking into my eyes. I could feel my heart almost stop beating, I couldn’t help but look into his beautiful blue eyes.

“Not even a bit,” he said and guilt hit me like a thunderbolt. Whatever I said before began ringing in my head.

Stupid mouth, I shouldn’t have said that to him like that.

God!

He moved closer to me and heat rose between us. I waited for him, balancing on the edge for him to move closer. To close the last inch of space between us and claim my lips.

What are you waiting for, Mr. Vasiliev? My subconscious whined in a seductive tone.

I noticed the way his Adam’s apple moved up and down as his eyes fixed onto my lips, it was so damn hot.

“If I kiss you, That’s it…” he said, “I won’t be able to stop Miss. Mitchell,”

I was breathing rapidly and my eyes moved down to his lips, I opened my mouth and exhaled softly, “Kiss me,” He moved so fast and slammed his lips against mine, stealing all the air from the room and sealing his mouth over mine. The kiss was fucking explosive, heat flared from the spot where his lips met mine, spreading outward like a fire.

Everything went weak inside me and my bones went jelly. His hands moved to my top and pulled it over my head, dropping it on the floor. His cold fingertips traced the lines of my bra and my hands moved back to his neck. I could feel his hurried pulse beneath my palms. The thin fabric of my bra was all that stood in his way.

His soft tongue thrust into my mouth and caressed every inch of my mouth, my hands moved to the back of his head and grabbed a fist full of his hair at the base of his skull. I couldn’t stand for much longer if he kept kissing me like that.

His hands moved to my back and his fingers worked the clasp of my bra and it pooped loose, sliding down. I quickly tossed it aside and moved my hands to the hem of his t-shirt. Up went the cotton T-shirt and then it was cast off, bringing his gorgeous form into the view.

His hands moved down to my thighs and pushed them up, I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist. I swallowed hard as he pressed our warm, naked skin together while carrying me to the bed. He laid me down on the soft mattress and moved his hot mouth towards my jawline, placing a trail of open mouth kisses down to my breasts.

His hands cupped my breasts, pushing them together, making it easier for him to run his lips and hot tongue from one nipple to other over and over again. My hands moved over to the waistband of his jeans, lingering at the button. I clawed my unsteady fingers at the button which was a changeling undoing it.

I pulled the zipper down and then shoved the pants down his hips. For a split second, I admired how soft his underwear was. Rich, soft, black fabric-covered him but did nothing to hide his dick straining beneath.

I couldn’t control my hands as I smoothed my palm over the long, thick length of him.

Jesus!

I squeezed, stroking up and down, and satisfaction burned his handsome face. I was excited and nervous. Can I give him as much pleasure as he had given me yesterday? Am I doing it right?

Before I could give a few more pumps he attacked my shorts, twisting them down my legs. He stepped out of his jeans as he lifted me up and seated me on the edge of the high bed while my shorts were left on the floor.

The tension between us grew infinitely greater than more serious. We were both down to just underwear, and what happened last night was gonna happen again. My heart was beating rapidly against my ribcage and threatened to burst out of my chest but I didn’t care.

I fucking want his mouth fused to me and his bare skin touching mine.