Sinful, Secrets, Seduction And Snowflakes.

Chapter Five

Noelle.✿

Dinner was long, too long. The conversations felt like forced small talk, and I couldn’t shake the tension that sat heavily between me and Mikhail.

I watched my mom try— try to fill the gap with her high pitched laughter, and assuring smiles, gesturing for me to make comments here and there.

My stepfather? Mr. Volkov, well, he was louder than necessary, with that thick Russian accent that seemed to send me a little above the edge.

I mean, who laughed at their own jokes?

“Have you been keeping busy, Noelle?” Richard asked, the accent stronger this time, with that fake smile and waiting eyes.

I smiled politely, trying to make the conversation easy. “I’ve been working at a publishing house,” I shrugged, “ It’s small, but I’m enjoying it.”

“Oh? I didn’t think you were the bookish type,” he said, raising an eyebrow and taking a large gulp from his wine glass.

I stole a quick glance at Mikhail, but he was staring at his plate, not saying a word. He had a calm, almost cold presence, like he was observing everything from the sidelines.

My mom smiled, stepping in. “Noelle’s always loved books, Richard. I had mentioned that honey, remember?”

Richard gave her a lazy grin. “I guess not. My bad.”

I didn’t say anything. My eyes lingered on Mikhail for just a moment longer than I should’ve. Why did he have to be here? It felt wrong.

As the evening went on, I picked at my food, barely tasting anything. The conversation around the table faded as I retreated onto my head, letting my thoughts consume me. My mind kept drifting back to Mikhail, to the way his presence had me disoriented. It was like a storm I couldn’t escape, it followed me everywhere, lingering by the side.

Finally, after dessert, my mom clapped her hands together, her voice bright. “How about a game? Something to unwind a little before bed?”

How about I take the first flight tomorrow and leave? I murmured under my breath. But I knew I couldn't, atleast for mom's sake.

Richard was already nodding. “Sounds good to me. What game?”

“I’m up for anything,” I said, forcing a smile.

Mikhail didn’t say anything, but his eyes met mine for a brief second, almost like he was silently agreeing with the decision.

We ended up playing a trivia game, the kind where you answer questions about random topics.

And the person with the wrong answer gets a sip of vodka.

Richard was competitive, his voice getting louder with each question he got wrong. My mom, on the other hand, was tipsy already, giggling at everything Richard said, even when it wasn’t funny.

Soon, the alcohol had taken its toll. My mom was slurring her words, and Richard, looking a little too pleased with himself, stood up.

“I think we should call it a night,” my mom said, giggling again. “I’m ready for bed, Richard.”

He nodded, clearly a little wobbly on his feet. “Yeah, me too. You kids enjoy yourselves.”

They both staggered out of the room, leaving Mikhail and me alone.

The room was even more quiet now, o bet even the sound of my breath could be heard, so I held it in, not daring to exhale.

I tried to ignore Mikhail, but I could feel his gaze on me, the way his eyes were watching every movement I made. It was like he could see right through me.

I reached for the vodka bottle, pouring another glass for myself. The alcohol burned as it slid down my throat, and I immediately felt the warmth spread through me. Maybe I could forget, at least for a little while.

“You’ve had enough,” Mikhail’s voice broke the silence, his eyes were still fixed on me— I hadn't looked up, but I could feel it on my skin.

I glanced up, narrowing my eyes. “And you don’t get to tell me what to do.”

He didn’t respond to that. He just watched me, silent and still. It made my chest tighten.

I drank more. It didn’t help. The feeling of unease, the knot in my stomach, wouldn’t go away.

“Why?” I said suddenly, surprising myself with the sharpness in my voice. “Why do you keep coming back into my life?”

Of Course he didn't say a word, it's not like I had expected him to either.

“Why do you keep showing up when I’m at my lowest?” I continued, giving the alcohol control over my words.

He wore a neutral expression, like a statue he remained still, his eyes still fixed on me. “I’m only being concerned, sis.”

He still had it— the Russian accent that had fueled my desire.

The cut in his eyebrow that made me want to know more about him.

To run my hands through his hair and to stare into those gray eyes a little more.

But then it hit me— Sis.

I let out a bitter laugh, reminded of the relationship we had now.

“Drop the sarcasm already. You’ve haunted me for years, Mikhail. Do you have any idea what it’s been like?”

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t speak. He was waiting for me to continue.

I shook my head, trying to push away the rush of emotions. “Maybe… maybe if I kiss you, I’ll forget all of this. Forget everything.” I looked at him, searching his face for something—an answer, a reaction, anything. “Maybe after the kiss, you’ll just vanish. Like you were never here in the first place.”

Mikhail’s eyes darkened, and for a moment, I thought he might laugh at me, or worse, refuse. But he didn’t.

Before I could second-guess myself, before I could give myself one last warning,

My body moved faster than my brain, as I leaned across the table, closing the distance between us.

The kiss was nothing like I expected. It wasn’t soft, or gentle. It was raw and urgent, a clash of need and frustration. His lips were warm, pressing against mine with a force that stole my breath. I could feel his hands grip the edge of the table, his knuckles white with the effort to hold back.

For a second, I thought about pulling away, about stopping this madness. But I didn’t. I kissed him harder, desperate to erase every lingering thought, every memory of him that haunted me.

And then…

He kissed me back.

It was a slow burn, a deep, undeniable connection. His hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer, as if he needed to make sure I was real.

It didn't take time for us to be a mess of hands and limbs, bumping into so many surfaces as he carried me back to my room.

I felt him slow down, like he was pausing his steps.

“No. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop,” I say, sealing our lips back together. I never want this to end. I’ve never been a person who needs to do a lot of kissing during s*x, but kissing Mikhail is different. It’s a s****l experience all on its own and I just want to drown in him.

What I don’t tell him is that I’m afraid if he stops, the doubts will creep in and be the reason I drown instead.

There shouldn’t be anything wrong with Mikhail and I having s*x.

We’re two consenting adults.

The problem is, The dynamics we have found ourselves in.

I should stop, my brain screamed at me to, but the power of alcohol was stronger.

“Hey,” Mikhail's voice is so commanding it stops me in my tracks.

“Whatever you’re thinking about, leave it be. It’s just you and me right now. Stay with me.”

Why did I hear forever after that statement? Now, that is a stupid f*****g thought.

Be in the moment, Noeelle.

I need this release. I want it and more importantly, I f*****g deserve it.

With that, I give him a determined nod and grab the hem of his shirt. He lifts his chest away from me to help me get the shirt over his head. It’s then that I realize he doesn’t have his hands on me at all. I’m locked against my doorway with nothing but my legs wrapped around his waist and yet I’ve never felt more secure. Good God, I am a lucky woman tonight.

His eyes darken as I lift my hands up to undo the knot in my top, revealing that one I wasn’t wearing a bra tonight and two my n*****s are already hard. He wastes no time bending so that he can pull my left n****e into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. I hiss and my back flies off the door when he blows on it to soothe the bite. “Oh shit.”

Releasing the left one with a pop I catch a smirk on his face as he turns his attention to the right n****e, showing it the same exact love and care.

He secures his arms under my ass and then backs up slowly until he reaches the end of the bed and right when I think he’s going to lower us down, he turns and drops me on my back. I don’t even get a second to catch my bearings before he scoops me and pushes me up toward the headboard.

“Everything about you is so intoxicating,” he mumbles as he pulls my pajamas and thong off my legs, leaving me stark naked.

“You like driving me crazy?” His eyes never leave mine as he rubs my foot, placing a kiss on the side that’s as warm as he has me feeling. “You like making me desperate for you?” He kisses my ankle next. “Making me fantasize about how you sound moaning my name?” Next, my calf. “How you taste on my tongue?” I squirm when he kisses my inner thigh. f**k, I need his mouth on me right now. He’s barely touched me and I’m already on the brink of ruin.

“Mikhail we should stop,” I managed between gasps.

He chuckles and I feel his breath against my p***y, so close to where I need him and yet miles away.

“I think we both need this. To get it out of our system”

“Then get it over and done with,” I groaned, arching my back towards him.

“Nah I’m taking my time with you, Noe.” . No one has ever called me Now before, but I like the way it so easily rolled off his tongue. It makes me feel…things I shouldn’t be feeling. Not for Mikhail.

Chills roll up every surface of my body when his tongue breaches my center. I come alive under his attention, hungry for everything he has to give me and even more after that.

He flicks and twirls his tongue and nose all through my p***y, glazing over my c**t but never staying long enough. Motherfucker is toying with me.

I run my hands over his hair, down his face and over to the spots behind his ears, massaging them firmly. Right as I’m about to push his head further down, he latches onto my c**t and sucks the soul right out of my body.

My hands fall from his face and fist the sheets tightly, trying to keep a firm grasp on reality but it’s too late; I’m already lost in whatever universe he transported me to.

His fingers join his tongue, pumping in and out of me until all I can hear is the slickness of my wetness and my cries of pleasure.

“Oh my f*****g God, just like that,” I cry out. He hums his acknowledgement, sending a buzzing sensation over my p***y. Mikhail doesn’t need direction; he knows exactly what he’s doing to my body, but I’m doing whatever I can to keep my soul here on this plane of existence— just like five years ago.

I can’t afford to miss a moment of this. I wrap my legs around his shoulders and press the heel of my feet on his back. He rises to the challenge and adds another finger to his delicious torture and sucks my c**t even harder. This man is trying to kill me.

Though he doesn’t complain, I realize I’m crushing his head between my thighs, so I drop them back down to the bed, not wanting to squeeze him to death before I get my nut.

My vision starts to blur with every pass of his tongue and I feel my body tightening. “I’m gonna come.” The words are a tick above a whisper but the moment I say them, he stops. What the f**k?

“Not without saying my name, Noe.” I want to be mad, but f**k if he doesn’t look like my wildest fantasy right now. If I thought his eyes were trouble before, they’re downright criminal when he’s ravenous with my arousal dripping down his chin.

It takes an exorbitant amount of energy. I don't have to lean forward so I’m closer to his face, and I know I’m going to regret the words I’m about to say but I can’t stop myself. “Make me.”

I know I f****d up the minute the devilish smirk crosses his lips. “Bet.”