Escaped My Ex, Got Snatched by His Rival - Chapter 364

Chapter 364: Liberation
Fun Fact: Nicolai is twisted. He is not a green flag. He only cares for Ariana and his family. He will kill, use and destroy anyone. He is a villain wrapped in the armour of a hero. So, yeah he used Penelope and he doesn’t feel bad about it. The author never once said that he is a gentleman. He is a mafia prince for goodness sake.

This chapter is ALSO 18+. Might make a few fairies queasy. Proceed with caution.

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Ariana parted her lips wanting to either say or take the length of the man in between her lips again until he broke but then—

A warm, slick finger trailed a path in between the opening of her wet and dripping lower lips. A second later her bottom lips were spread apart and Nicolai’s warm tongue circled the rim of her core before thrusting his tongue inside.

Ariana bucked, the movement he licked her. This feeling was entirely different from before.

It felt far more intimate, more intense as Nicolai went deeper with his tongue this time around than he did before, and he left her with no other thoughts except his sly tongue that kept licking her inside.

Her head was now lurking in another dimension, one where lust prevailed and rationality took the back door.

For a second, she did not even know what was going on.

Nicolai rolled his hips and Ariana took her length back inside her mouth before it went deeper. Pressure started to form in the lower abdomen as heat started to pool within it.

“Mhmm, Princess. You are doing so good, look at you,” he murmured from behind, just as his piercings hit the back of her throat. “You are riding my tongue so well.”

It was only then did she realised that Nicolai at some moment had stopped thrusting his tongue inside of her, instead it was she who was moving her bottom back and forth on his tongue.

Damn to hell and back.

Nicolai was wrenching a version of her, ripping everything that she had built around her to shreds.

His touches made her lose all control while her rationality crumbled.

His presence marked her in ways, making her stumble and roll… he was the cause of her fall.

Her eternal fall to damnation.

Nicolai’s fingers scraped her opening and something inside of her snapped. Her legs trembled, and she nearly fell on her face.

“A bit more…” he groaned and the lust in his voice unravelled her in ways she could not explain. He pulled away from her core before shoving his fingers back into her core. The tips of his fingers brushed against that sweet spot.

And she was a goner.

He pressed it once, then twice and once more. The wave that was crashing against her edge, engulfed her completely. But if she had made a sound or released any moan, it was completely drowned by the essence which was released inside her mouth.

But that was not what made Ari feel like she needed to crawl into a hole and die.

It was the squeezing and squelching sounds of her core as her essence dripped down from her thighs and in the middle of her legs like a leaking faucet.

It shot down Nicolai’s chest, face, and mouth.

It went on and on until it had tainted his sheets.

She squeezed her eyes shut and opened them once again, a part of her wished that the sight that she saw would disappear in front of her if she were to do this but nope.

When she opened her eyes, she was still dripping like someone had wrenched something out of her insides.

She scrambled away from Nicolai and his fingers slipped out from her core. Her core clenched around his long fingers as if they wanted to hold him inside of her a bit longer. Damn —

“Fuck Pallas,” Nicolai muttered as he looked at the essence which she had sprayed all over his chest and upper body. With his fingers, he collected it and then smeared it on his length. Before dragging his fingers and licking off the remnants of her essence with his tongue. “You definitely made a hot mess.”

Her face burned, she wanted to escape but was stopped by Nicolai. He caught her ankle and pulled her back beside him.

He then turned on his back and flipped around such that he was hovering on top of her. His imposing body, while a tad bit frightening, didn’t evoke any feelings of fear anymore. His long hair brushed against her cheeks. And Ari had to stop herself from touching those locks which were framing his face.

“Stop looking at me like that,” Ariana muttered.

“Like what?” He asked.

“Like you want to kiss me,” Ari replied with her defences crumbling at a pace way faster than Nicolai had turned her world upside down.

He grinned, his eyes shone with a hint of mischief, “That’s never going to happen, Pallas. Because I am going to look as if I wish to kiss you for a long, long time.”

“What if I tell you to stop?” She told him.

“If we go by what your mouth says, Pallas—I tell you, we will be sixty, and you will still be playing hard to get,” he darted his tongue and licked her lips.

“You speak like you want to be buried together with me.”

“Oh, we are getting buried together, Pallas. I hate the thought of some other ghost pestering you,” he said before thrusting his tongue inside of her mouth. As he kissed her, his hands kneaded her bosom and flicked the hardened nipple causing Ari to moan in pleasure.

Whenever he had kissed her, Ari was certain that he was taking a piece of her. One that she might never get back. And yet when he deepened the kiss, instead of pulling back, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back just as intensely as he was kissing her.

Her moans were swallowed by Nicolai as he fed her his own. There was another round of sucking, biting, and tongue gliding against one another. And for a few seconds, Ari forgot all about her worries.

She felt Nicolai pull away as he reached for the drawer of his cabinet next to his bed. Ari heard him click his tongue, “I am out of condoms.” He turned to look at her and pecked her on the lips. “I will be right back, princess. Stay right here, the convenience store is right down the lane.”

“C—condom?” Ari blinked her eyes and repeated his words.

“Yes, Pallas. Con-fucking-DOM,” he repeated as he went out of his room, his inked back bunching and flexing as he picked up his briefs and jeans. “I would love to see you carrying my child—but not so soon.”