Mafia's Rebellious Bride: His Forbidden Obsession novel Chapter 17

I had been waiting for Nikolai to return for two hours now, biting my lips in anticipation. I just couldn't wait to see his reaction. I just wanted to soak in the frustration on his face, knowing that, at least for once, he was not in control.

Since evening, I had been doing my little happy dance in the room. Our plan had worked. Dimitri was able to take down his clients, leaving Nikolai with nothing.

I had celebrated it by eating so much that even the servants were surprised. They were probably wondering if I had finally accepted my fate here.

If only they knew.

I slumped back further into the pillow, holding the book tightly as I tried to focus on the words to pass the time. Just then, the door to the room opened.

My head snapped up to see Nikolai entering as if he owned the place, which he did.

I was more interested in his expressions. His jaw was tightly clenched, and the way he exhaled sharply told me he wasn't pleased. In fact, he looked furious.

Behind him, a maid entered, carrying a bottle of alcohol and a glass. Without a word, she placed them on the table, bowed slightly, and left, closing the door behind her.

Nikolai acted as if I didn't exist in the room at all. He kicked off his shoes, walked to the mirror, and began removing his coat. He loosened his tie and cufflinks before rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. His movements were casual, but I could feel the tension in the air, making it difficult for me to breathe.

All my happiness dissipated with his presence.

I shifted my attention back to the book when he turned his sharp gaze toward me. I sensed his eyes on me as he sat down on the couch, but I didn’t react.

A long moment of silence stretched between us, which he finally broke. "Come here," he ordered.

I slowly turned my head to him. He was sitting on the couch like a king, his legs spread wide and his arms resting on the back of the couch.

I blinked at him. "Me?"

"Do you see anyone else in this room?" His expression darkened as he arched an eyebrow at me.

I swallowed hard. There was a storm brewing in his eyes, one that sent a shiver down my spine.

"But I don’t want to," I said, trying to keep my voice firm, even though my pulse had started to race.

His jaw clenched as if he was losing his patience.

"I didn’t ask what you wanted, Alessia. I said come here. So, come here."

But did I move?

No!

He exhaled sharply and pinched the bridge of his nose. His lips pressed into a thin line out of irritation. This was what I exactly wanted.

"Don't test my patience, Alessia" his voice was dangerous.

Still, I didn't move.

"Else what?" I asked, provoking him, "What would you do, Nikolai?"

His jaw clenched.

"You have already snatched everything from me. There is nothing left to blackmail"

Rolling my eyes I placed the book aside and turned around. I was about to lie down when suddenly he strode to me. Grabbing my wrist, he yanked me down the bed.

A gasp left my mouth and before I knew he was back on the couch with me on his lap.

"Let go," I hissed, struggling against his hold.

He didn’t.

Instead, his arms locked around me like iron chains, keeping me firmly in place. His grip was strong, but not painful.

"Stop struggling, Alessia. You’ll only waste your energy."

His warm breath ghosted over my skin as he kept his grip firm around me. It wasn't harsh but he didn't allow me to slip away.

"Pour me a drink," he suddenly commanded.

My blood boiled and my teeth gritted.

"Why? Has God not blessed you with two hands?"

His lips twitched. It felt disturbing. He was giving off very dangerous vibes.

"I don’t like pouring my own drinks."

"Well, I don’t like doing it for you," I shot back.

"But I do," he countered smoothly. "Pour it, Alessia." He pressed.

With a heavy sigh, I grabbed the bottle and poured the liquid into the glass. I just wanted to get over with so I could maintain a healthy distance from him.

'What a joke' my subconscious mind mocked me.

He picked up the glass and downed it in one swift gulp. My eyes followed the movement of Adam's apple as the liquid went down his throat.

"More" he clicked the of the glass with his thumb.

"Alcohol is injurious to health" I stated the same thing, subconsciously, which I used to tell my father and brother.

"Then it’s good for you that I’ll die soon." He chuckled darkly "Isn’t that exactly what you want?"