Nikolai Vaughn
940 Words
“I’m scared…”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he cussed under his breath, his voice laced with annoyance.
A man with a thin temper like him could only bear so much.
His eyes narrowed at my face. My eyelids were half-lowered now, hazy, like I was drifting in and out of consciousness.
I slowly shook my head from side to side with a tight frown, mumbling incoherently while my fingers curled tighter around his sleeves.
“Dexter,” I muttered weakly, almost passionately, beginning to squirm slightly on the bed.
His name wasn’t Dexter.
I didn’t even know anyone by that name.
“Don’t… leave me…”
Suddenly, sharp, low gasps escaped me.
“I feel hot,” I whined. “Dexter… they did something to me.”
“I feel so hot…”
“It burns.”
I kicked my legs weakly, as though the discomfort was worsening, and pulled his sleeve closer to myself like it could somehow quench the imaginary fire.
All the while, the man stood there watching.
And it was not in stun.
“Dexter… help…”
The moment I called that name again, his expression darkened, like he was contemplating pressing a pillow over my face.
He wasn’t furious.
He looked… disgusted.
And that was a huge problem for both my plan and my ego.
I do not need to brag, but I’m not a woman most men would turn down.
But then again… could I blame him?
The sound of my voice now; vulnerable, high-pitched, almost coquettish, made me want to gag.
When he suddenly leaned closer and peered into my face, he pulled the lit cigarette from his lips, as though he wanted to make sure every word landed clearly.
“I’m no Dexter,” he said coldly. “It’s Nikolai Vaughn. For your own good, you better not forget it.”
Nikolai Vaughn.
‘Of course I know who you are, Mr. Vaughn’ I raked inside me.
‘Otherwise… I wouldn’t be doing this.’
I sensed it the moment he moved to pry my hands off him. With a force that would likely snap my wrist.
He was right in my trap. I couldn't lose him now.
The instant he made to pull back, I caught him off guard and yanked him toward me instead.
No matter what, I couldn’t fail.
I don’t fail.
Just like that, he lost his balance and fell forward—right over me. The cigarette stick fell from his fingers to the marble floors.
He might have collapsed fully onto me if he hadn’t braced himself with a hand against the headboard.
And then my act shifted.
My eyes snapped fully open, wide and fixed on him, almost enchanted.
Tiny beads of sweat gathered across my skin.
As if I wasn’t in control, my hands moved on their own—sliding up his sides and wrapping loosely around his neck.
Each finger trembled just right.
My breathing came out uneven, perfectly timed, like I was truly under the influence of something.
Even my eyes looked glassy, unfocused.
“P-please… make it stop,” I whispered breathlessly.
“Ahh…”
To make it more convincing, I let out soft, broken moans in between, squirming against the sheets as they tangled beneath me.
“Uhh…”
“I want you…”
I felt his muscles tense.
But strangely, he didn't pull away this time. He didn’t react.
He just stared down at me with those striking, soulless eyes.
I hated his eyes.
They glinted faintly despite the darkness in them and gazed like they could see right through me.
Through my pretense.
Through the stupidity of what I was doing.
Otherwise… why wasn’t he reacting?
There had to be something about this that would affect him, right?
He was human, wasn’t he?
Yet it felt like I was trying to seduce a stone statue.
Maybe I was bad at this. I had never done this before
Or what if—
What if he liked men?
Why hadn’t we thought of that?
Oh God. I’m going to be exposed.
And then I’m going to die at the hands of Nikolai Vaughn.
Just then, I finally got a reaction. But not the one I expected.
He suddenly tugged at his collar to loosen it as if something about the situation was starting to distress him.
“Guess you leave me no choice,” he said flatly, rolling up his right sleeve just above his wrist as he watched me from beneath his lashes.
My heart and mind raced at once.
What did he mean by that?
For a second, I thought—
This was it.
I might have been willing to enjoy seducing a man as charming as he was if he wasn't my sworn enemy.
But it didn't matter how hot he looked, I could feel nothing but hate towards this monster.
Hence, I could only endure sleeping with him like it was torture.
But unlike I expected, Vaughn suddenly straightened and lifted himself off the bed, forcing my hands to fall away from him.
And the next moment, from the corner of my eye, I saw it—
The edge of his palm swinging toward my neck.
The impact came instantly.
A sharp pain shot through my neck, spreading down my shoulders and up into my head.
A blinding headache followed.
My body went rigid like I had been paralyzed.
My vision spun as my eyes rolled back.
And the last thing I saw—
Was Nikolai Vaughn’s cold, unreadable gaze following me as I fell into a darkness I feared was my death.
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