Escaped My Ex, Got Snatched by His Rival - Chapter 361

Chapter 361: The Queen of the Reaper (2)
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If this were someone else, Ariana would have laughed at the confidence of the man. But she had to admit that Nicolai had the right to be this confident.

He was all muscles, but they were not out of proportion. They were lean where they had to be and broad where they needed to be, with his tall frame he looked like an enchanting seducer. If there was a male seductress, then he had to be one.

His tattoos were an intricate mixture of eyes with clock hours in the middle instead of a pupil, burning roses and bleeding knives.

If Ariana had to pick one, she liked the skull one that had roses sitting nicely between his teeth and head along with the sides. The eyes of the skull were covered with thorny leaves.

And as her gaze flittered down, she noticed a rather beautiful tattoo on his left thigh. It was —if she was not wrong, a skeleton with burning flames in places of hollow sockets.

He was wearing a crown, with his hand raised as if caressing someone before kissing them, money and gold bars, along with rings and a clock lay scattered at the bottom carelessly.

As for the place where the woman’s face who was being kissed should have been, it was empty.

The Grim Reaper. Even though it wasn’t Nicolai’s face, Ariana knew that it was an imprint of his own being because he was called and christened with the alias of ‘Grim Reaper.’

Ariana did not know, but she suddenly liked this one even better.

She tried very hard to ignore the fully erect length which was pulsating right next to the spot. She had never seen a man naked, a few times she had indeed seen Noah change his clothes but other than blushing and a bit shy Ariana did not feel anything.

Nicolai was different. His whole presence made it impossible for her to breathe properly, but in a good way—it was challenging to explain.

It was just a hundred—no, a thousand times worse feeling than the one which she had when she was with Noah.

Her hands burned to touch the man in front of her.

And the thought of leaving her traces on this man left her skin covered in goosebumps. Her traces, no one else but hers.

Nicolai was the one who had stripped himself bare and yet as she stood in front of him covered as decently as one could be in this situation, Ariana felt much more naked than him.

“What’s the matter?” He asked, darting his tongue out and swiping it over his lips. “Chickening out?”

Ariana sucked in a breath as she was hit by the memories of the man sucking, licking and eating her out just now. Those memories were like a sledgehammer hammering on the back of her head.

The way he had touched her —it was nowhere gentle and nice as she had often dreamed, but now that he had touched her, Ariana was certain that she would never be able to go back to the soft and gentle touches. Because Nicolai —despite being wild was ridiculously sensual.

It did not even make sense, but he was something different.

She had never been touched or kissed by a man, but she had touched herself many times. It was supposed to be a mindless release, and yet under Nicolai’s hands, it was an intense and mind-boggling experience.

The reason she never paid attention to s*x was because she thought that it was just something to be done. A duty, an obligation to be fulfilled, but Nicolai taught her that it was the opposite of what she believed.

And this feeling was so frightening that she wanted to turn around on her feet and run away. Just like he said —she was chickening out.

“No,” However, her feet remained rooted in place as she eyed the man who was staring right back at her. The control that she had been proud of had splintered and turned jagged, Ariana was now worried that she might end up cutting herself on it.

Her gaze skimmed on the bleeding corner of Nicolai’s lips and her cheeks burned even harder, what was she trying to do just now? Was she trying to suck his soul out of his mouth?

“Really?” Nicolai took a step back and then sat down on the bed, with his legs spread as wide as possible. His length hit his abdomen as he did so. “Then strip for me, let me see you just the way you have seen me.”

Ariana’s fingers twitched, and a fleeting hesitation crossed her face as she raised her head and looked at the mocking and challenging look on Nicolai’s face. Something about that face taunted her, and she raised her hands before unbuttoning her shirt.

The fabric slid off her shoulders and fell on the floor, her cotton inner shorts and lacy camisole followed suit.

As the last bit of fabric slid down, Ariana was struck with a hint of nervousness and confusion. She did not know whether what she was doing was correct, or whether she even had the body to show it to a man.

However, as she turned and looked at Nicolai, those feelings burned to a crisp, especially when he sucked in a breath. His eyes studied every inch of her skin, his greedy eyes held raging flames that lashed against her skin.

It was as if he hadn’t seen a woman naked before —and it stroked whatever vanity that Ari had.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he marvelled before walking over to where she was standing, he reached out and opened his hand before taking her wrist.

He pulled her along, and Ariana walked along with him. The closer he brought her to his bed, the more she realized how weird the entire thing was.

Not only did she realize that she was possessive of this mafia prince who had as much kindness in his heart for others as much as she had malice. To the point that she attacked a woman.

And yet, despite the panic unfurling in the pit of her stomach, she didn’t pull away from him.

Her desires called out to her, asking to keep it for a bit longer.