Chapter 4 That Time I Was Only Allowed To Choke On His Cock

Elizabeth's pov Although he had agreed to my absurd request and I had assured the man I would divorce him after a year, I was unsure of how to bring up the sexual part of the marriage so I decided to let the matter settle a bit. Being engaged with him wouldn't bode well for me. Staying away and being celibate was the best decision even if just the thought of him makes my pussy ache with want. “Your lips…” he runs his thumb across the seams. “I have thought of it a lot.” My breasts were getting heavier and my breathing was coming out hot. “I do not know what to say.” “You don't have to speak.” He informs huge hands coming to grope my ass. “You have not the slightest idea what you do to me do you?” I couldn't tell how it got to this so quickly but I welcomed it. “What do I do to you?” As if to show me, he pressed my ass to his crotch and I felt the burning hard length of his cock. I went still and placed a hand to my mouth to muffle any kind of sound. Nikolas chuckled, the deep sound vibrating to my core and making me tremble with need. “Forget that, let me take you to dinner, please?” A warm smile spreaded across my face and I leaned in closer. “I would really love that. Thank you.” I moved over and sat next to him, noting the way my armpits were starting to sweat from the heat that came from his body. When he didn't say a word after a while, I turned to look at him and saw him staring. The look in his eyes was one of adoration but I don't dare think it was for me. If he finds me sexually attractive, it would be a bonus to our marriage. “I...I brought my documents.” My mind was muddled and the confidence I had a few minutes ago was wearing off. “We should head to the registry then.” He was still staring at me even as he said this. “Can you please stop staring at me like that?” “Like what?” “Like you want to eat me up.” Nikolas simply smiled and got on his feet. The angry tent in his pants, made me bite my lips. Images from three years ago flashed across my face. The tossing and turning, tangled bodies and sweaty moans. Adjusting his cock, he lowered his head and tipped my chin up. “I do want to eat you up Elizabeth.” My name rolled off his tongue sinfully. Like he was familiar with it. He gently taps my forehead and winks at me. “You…” I stand to give my height an advantage. “You are quite vulgar.” He didn't respond and walked to his table. Grabbing some papers, he urged me to come with him. As we walked to the elevator, he placed his hand on the small of my back and pressed the button for the basement. “If I were vulgar Elizabeth, you would be pinned against the walls of this elevator with my fingers in your pussy and my mouth spilling every sinful act I want to do to you.” My breath caught in my throat and I almost stopped breathing at once. “But I am not doing that, am I?” I couldn't speak or even dare to look at him. The ride to the registry was silent and my thighs were clenched together the whole time. “I have actually divorced Mason,” I informed him since he didn't ask. I didn't want him to think I was performing bigamy. Apparently the process of divorce was efficient as long as both parties were willing to sign. And Mason had sent me the signed copies of his divorce papers—the document lying bland and untouched on my kitchen island for weeks—until I saw what my end would be in my past life and decided to sign it and submit the papers. What use was there holding on to the marriage, if it would not only waste my time but end in my death? “I know. I have faith in you.” He spoke like he had seen me sign the papers and complet the process. It was the sort of trust that made my heart feel warm. The marriage process was easy and quick. The picture we took wasn't glamorous but it was beautiful. Nikolas was staring down at me while I smiled into the camera with a heart full of content. After getting our certificate, Nikolas drives me to a fancy private restaurant for dinner. “Lovely restaurant.” “It is one of mine.” I stared at him, suddenly remembering that he was a billionaire with multiple businesses to his name. I, on the other hand, had taken a break from my work a month ago. My rent was due and I had twenty dollars in my bank account. “Are you helping me because you find me sexually attractive?” His eyes turned to mine, boring as if trying to terminate my thoughts and it made me itch. Nikolas sure took his time because he made me not just uncomfortable in my seating but acutely aware of the way my thighs glided smoothly against each other. The friction caused by the wetness is a constant reminder of the reason I avoided the man. He took a deep breath with his blue eyes turning a shade deeper. “Come here.” My legs moved on their own and by the time I knew it Nikolas had a husband on my ass, his other resting on my knee. Even while I stood, the man still sat tall. “If I slide my hand up, will I find you wet?” I pressed my lips together. The palm covering on my knee slid up in a very smooth manner. I suppressed an impending moan and he moved higher until his hand was between my thighs. I clutched my thighs together, trapping his hand between them. Simultaneously, he squeezed my ass. Huge palm covering a chunk of flesh and squeezing before moving his face in, nose inhaling the scent of my breasts. I squeezed hard again but the little pause gave him enough space to move his hand upward, his thumb resting flat against my lingerie. If I squeeze too hard, I might start grinding on his hand and I was bound to have an orgasm—which would reflect poorly on my control no matter how hard I wanted it. I was already dangerously close to one and his high nose bridge against my breasts wasn't helping in any way possible. “God Elizabeth, you are exhilarating. You in this body deserve everything. If I touch you right now, I won't be able to stop myself from burying my cock in this wet pussy.” “We…” my voice cracked. “We should stop.” I stepped away and he let me. It took every drill of self-restraint to not let him bend me over and fuck me in this eating room. Something I had never thought of before. A minute later, I was back in my seat. The waiter came with the food and I dug in pretending my mind wasn't filled with images of me over the table and his cock thrusting in at paces I couldn't count. “I can still smell your arousal.”He suddenly said, almost making me choke on my dessert. He offered me a glass of water and reached out to pat my back. “Elizabeth, the only thing you are allowed to choke on should be my cock.” His words weren't helping and I coughed even more. After I was calm, I asked him. “What is to become of our sexual marriage now that we are married?” “What do…” I interrupted him knowing he was sexually attracted to me but I had to consider that I had just barged into his life. “I mean to say, if you have someone you are already sleeping with, I won't mind it if you continue. I am grateful enough that you helped me.” Nikolas' expression immediately turned grim and I froze in my seat. His aura took a turn, emanating a coldness I hadn't felt before.“Why? Is there someone else you would like to sleep with while we are married?” “I just don't want you to feel restrained by this marriage. You can continue to do what you do. I really won't mind.” He stared at his cake and lifted his fork to scoop a little. Bringing it to my lips, I willingly opened my mouth and let him feed me. “I don't have any woman in my life. Only you. Elizabeth.” Nikolas wiped his mouth, piercing eyes on mine and said in a dangerously calm tone. “It is difficult enough that I am resisting killing my nephew for making you suffer like this. I do not like to share love. If I find another man in your bed, rest assured, he will be taking his last breath that day.”