Escaped My Ex, Got Snatched by His Rival - Chapter 441

Chapter 441: Murder His Rival (2)
Warning: 18+ please proceed with caution.

“I …I know that..” she choked while looking at him. “Knew the second when I attracted your attention,” she spoke in a joking voice.

“It seems like you can still make a jab at me,” Nicolai slapped her arse cheek causing the pale curve to turn flush red.

Ariana on the other felt her cheeks burn in embarrassment but there was a sudden rush of excitement which she tried to suppress. With her eyes burning with small flickers of twin flames — she glared at Nicolai who grinned down at her.

“That’s right, Princess,” Nicolai told her as he started driving inside of her with the intensity of a man who had lost his mind. “Keep your eyes on me, watch me claim you.”

The sound of their bodies clashing together echoed in the silent bedroom and crashed against the last string of his sanity

Nicolai went hard, he fucked her deep until Ariana was blabbering words that didn’t even exist in the freaking dictionary. She released foreign noises while clenching the bed sheet underneath her and Nicolai was certain that she had never been in a position like this before because he could see the flush of embarrassment on her cheeks.

He pulled out and turned her such that she was facing him, however, the second she was on her back, he drove right back inside of her. His lips claimed hers and Ariana’s arms jumped into action as she curled them around his neck, her fingers knotting into his long, smooth locks.

“It feels good…” she murmured against his lips, her voice had gone hoarse because of the continuous blabbering.

“Does it?” Nicolai raised a brow and asked, his teeth tugging at her bottom lip.

Ariana nodded her head before saying, “Your piercings —they feel so good when you do that..”

“Do what, this?” He rolled his hips and thrust against her sweet spot, Ari shivered and bit her lower lip. Her heavily lidded gaze met his and she nodded, “You feel good, Nico.”

As if to insinuate what she was saying, she squeezed her insides causing his length to twitch.

Nicolai grunted.

Done for. He was absolutely done for.

He pulled away from her and caught her wrist in his hands, before thrusting inside of her as fast as his body allowed him. His actions were rough, the way she liked it.

“Come for me, Ariana,” he groaned as he drove inside of her, brushing against that sweet spot again and again.

She arched her back, and a long moan escaped her lips as Ariana felt the wave that was crashing against her core, break past its restraints. Her body twitched as a jolt of absolute pleasure raked her body.

Falling.

She was falling.

And this time around, Ariana knew that no one could stop her.

CRASH.

On the other side, at the penthouse located at the bay of Clover City.

“She never left his penthouse?” Master Roman gritted out, his hand which was holding a wine glass was now bleeding as blood gushed out of his wounds. “Are you sure? There is no way my Ari could have done that.”

He emphasized ‘my’ as if it would change the reality that was in front of him.

Jared lowered his head and shook his head lightly, “We have been monitoring Miss Harlow for a while — and she never stepped out of Mister De Luca’s penthouse.” He paused and added, “It has been three hours.”

BANG!

A paperweight nearly skimmed his forehead as Roman picked it up and hurled it right at his head.

“And none of you stopped her!?” Roman demanded slamming his fists on the surface of the table in front of him. Cracks appeared on the table’s surface and Jared pursed his lips before delivering the entire information that he had been trying to keep to himself.

“It was too late, Master Roman,” Jared confessed with a shiver. “From our reports, Miss Harlow has been meeting with Mister De Luca for quite some time. It—It was simply useless to stop her at this point.”

A wretched silence stretched across the room but then—

“AHHHHH!!!” Roman screamed as he turned the table upside down, he was breathing like a raging bull as he held his hands in front of him.

No—he had already lost Kaylyn. He couldn’t —he could never lose Ariana as well.

His eyes were flickering wildly, as he breathed heavily while standing in the middle of the mess that he had made.

“Kill him,” he gritted out. His lips quivered with anger when he thought about how a brat half his age had ruined his finest perfection. “KILL HIM. RIP HIS HEAD OUT FOR ME.”

“That’s not possible, Master Roman,” Jared said in a hurry. He was in such a hurry that the words were tumbling out of his lips. “He is the heir of the Phantoms. We cannot kill him— or else Ms Inez…”

“I don’t fucking care!” Roman roared like a beast that had lost the war to his territory. “For more than twenty years, I planned for this — only for that bastard to ruin everything for me. Do you think I fucking care about the consequences?”

Jared parted his lips but he dared not to go against Roman when he was enraged like that.

“I will see what we can do,” Jared said with a slight bow. He turned on his feet and then headed out of the room but as soon as his hand touched the doorknob, he heard Roman say,

“Wait.”

Jared paused and turned to look at Roman. He inwardly hoped that Roman would stop with his obsession but instead the words that came out of his boss’s mouth left him chilled,

“Find the finest gynaecologist— one that can repair a woman’s core as if it has never been touched.”

As Roman uttered those words, there was a hint of madness in his eyes. He raised his head and looked out of the large French windows —this time around he would never let anyone steal his lover.