Swapped: His Dead Wife's Revenge

Chapter 14

Nikolai’s Pov

I looked down at her on her knees. Chloe’s lips were slightly parted, her eyes wet with tears, and for a moment the sight hit me harder than I expected. She had always been beautiful. Every man who saw her wanted her. That body, those curves, the way she moved. Even now, after the accident, something about her pulled at me. When I had watched her swimming earlier, the water sliding over her skin, my c**k had hardened instantly. The reaction disgusted me. How could I want her when Diane was dead?

I reached down and traced her lower lip with my thumb. Soft. Warm. She trembled under my touch.

I pushed my joggers and boxers down. My c**k sprang free, hard and heavy, the head already leaking. I wrapped my hand in her hair and pulled her forward.

“Open,” I ordered.

She hesitated, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. I didn’t wait. I pushed the head of my c**k past her lips, sliding into the wet heat of her mouth. f**k. She was so warm. So tight. I groaned low in my throat as I sank deeper, feeling her tongue flatten against the underside.

“That’s it,” I muttered, voice rough. “Take it.”

I started moving her head, guiding her slowly at first, then faster. Her mouth made wet, obscene sounds around me. Tears ran freely down her face now, mixing with saliva that dripped from her chin. Every time I hit the back of her throat she gagged, her throat tightening around me in a way that sent sharp pleasure up my spine. I didn’t care. I pushed harder, f*****g her mouth with deep, steady strokes.

“Look at me,” I growled.

She lifted her eyes, red and glistening. The sight of her like that, on her knees, choking on my c**k, only made me harder. I held her head with both hands and thrust deeper, chasing the building heat. Her hands came up to my thighs, not pushing me away exactly, but holding on like she needed something to steady herself.

I could feel my balls tightening. The pressure built fast and heavy.

“f**k… take it all,” I rasped.

I buried myself as deep as I could and came hard, groaning as I spilled down her throat. She choked, tears streaming, but I held her there until I finished. When I finally pulled out, I stroked myself once, twice, and painted the rest of my release across her face. Thick ropes landed on her cheeks, her lips, her chin. She looked ruined. Broken. Beautiful in the most f****d up way.

I stepped back, breathing hard, and reached for my phone as it started ringing on the desk.

Chloe stayed on the floor, c*m dripping down her face, looking up at me with pure devastation.

I glanced at the screen. Diane’s father. Mr. Harrington.

Guilt slammed into me like a truck. I had just finished using another woman’s mouth while her father called. The man who had trusted me with his daughter. The man whose little girl I had loved more than anything.

“Get the f**k out,” I told Chloe, voice cold.

She wiped at her face with the back of her hand, voice shaking. “Let me at least wash my face first. You don’t want everyone to see what you just did.”

“I don’t f*****g care what everyone sees,” I snapped. “You’re a w***e. They already know what you do. Get out.”

She stood up slowly, legs unsteady, c*m still glistening on her skin. “You are so f*****g mean. For no reason.”

I almost said something back. Almost told her how ungrateful and spiteful she was. How she could never compare to Diane. But the phone kept ringing. I turned away from her.

“Get the f**k out, Chloe.”

She left without another word, closing the door behind her.

I answered the call, forcing my voice to sound normal. “Hi, Mr. Harrington. How are you?”

His voice was warm but tired. “I’m fine, son. I should have called sooner. Life has been… busy. I wanted to congratulate you on your marriage.”

The guilt twisted deeper in my chest. This man had taken me in like a son. We had built businesses together. He had loved me because Diane loved me. And here I was, fresh from f*****g another woman’s face.

“It’s purely transactional,” I said quietly. “Nobody is ever going to take Diane’s place.”

Mr. Harrington sighed. “It’s okay, Nikolai. You can move on. She’s in a better place now. She would have wanted you to be happy.”

The words hit like knives. I closed my eyes. “She wouldn’t have wanted that. If I was the one gone, I wouldn’t want anyone touching my woman. I might be selfish, but I promise you… no one will ever take her special place in my heart.”

We talked for a few more minutes about business. When I ended the call, I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at nothing.

Memories flooded in. Diane’s laugh. The way she used to curl into my chest at night. The promises we made. “I’m never leaving you.” “I love you more than anything.” Every word felt like it was carving out my insides. The pain was so sharp it became physical. My chest hurt. My throat closed up.

I stood up suddenly and swept everything off the desk. Papers, glass, lamp — all of it crashed to the floor. I didn’t stop. I grabbed a chair and smashed it against the wall.

A knock sounded on the door.

“Sir? Are you okay?”

I roared, voice raw. “No one should f*****g come to my door and ask if I’m okay! Get out!”