INDEBTED CHAPTER 6 (SIX)

A black sporty Audi was parked in front my home at quarter to seven. Nickolai was leaning on the bonnet, legs cross arms folded wearing a simple white shirt and black slacks but there wasn't anything simple about him, the sight of him was like running into a lamp post.

I jerk to a halt heaving for air, his dark eyes stood out against his complexion, his hair like salt and pepper. He watched me intently as I walked down the stairs holding the hem of my dress so I wouldn't trip over the fabric.

"You look amazing Emily, I can't wait to see what's beneath" my breath caught at the thought of him seeing me in the nude, this pushed more than a few of my hot buttons.

"Nice car"I murummed clamping down wayward thoughts while he opens the door and I climb in buckling up, staring at his biceps and ass as he moved around the car with easy and slips his svelte frame elegantly besides me buckling up.

The engines purrs nicely rolling down the top with a flicker of a switch, black eyes peas surrounding us.

"This is our song little one" smiling moving away from the curb.

My gaze absorbing the man seated next to me who was even more striking than last night. I have never seen eyes and hair so dark before. His accent sounded posh yet rogue at the same time.

The traffic is light as I lean back enjoying the cool crisp air. Nickolai glances at me from the corner of his eye lingering on my chest and my ridiculously expensive padded bra with nothing underneath.

My breath hitches as he reaches across and places his hand on my knee squeezing gently, my hand clenching the door handle. My breath stopped as a disconcerting pleasure moved through me squeezing my thighs.

"I hope you stop defying me Emily, as your future husband and dom I will not tolerate it." The vibration of his voice causes me to ache and tremble all over clenching my thighs tighter.

"I will defy you all I want" shoving away his hand.

"Please don't do that again" he snapped returning his hand.

My eyes widened drinking him in, I have been around powerful attractive men all my life. My stepfather, José and Jethro but they lack something that Nickolai Carsarro had in abundance.

The ability to make my hair stand on end, everything about him spoke of trickery and guile.

I hated his power over me.

"Are you hungry? Because I am famished" turning the car into a small parking lot quite skillfully with just one hand.

"I am quite famished as well" which was the truth, I had not eaten anything expect Jose's delicious cookies.

His mouth quirks up either amused or relieved.

The restaurant is small and intimate with a rustic look. The waitress guided us to a table in the back away from the other patrons. Birds resting in there suspended cages, potted plants filled every corner while instrumental music hum in the background.

I tired not to fidget in the chair, my body unexpectedly heated, the intensity of his gaze searing. I felt his entire focus on me his face impassive.

A small smile graced his lips "Bottle of pinot grigio and we will both be having the chefs special this evening" handing her back the menus.

I purse my lips "You could have least let me order my own meal what if I don't like the chefs special"

His eyes narrowed shaking his head

"You will enjoy the dish I guarantee you that. Besides been a stakeholder the chef is a personal friend of mine and he knows what I like"

"Oh" arrogant, rich bastard.

"How was your day?" cocking his head to one side.

"Busy"

"With whom" he asked tightly

"That's none of your business" I hiss "but if you must insist, I was with José my best friend since highschool"

"The computer greek" his jaw clenching, eyes burning. I blink as my irritation rose beyond calming points.

"I don't like sharing Emily, please remember that" his tone edging with a warning.

"You are not getting anything so there is no reason to worry about that Mr Carsarro" a trickle of fear blustering down my neck.

"I have a remedy for your sharp tongue Emily, the prefect cane"

I lean back keeping my chin up. Bastard can't intimidate me, nerves and huger attacking my stomach.

"How many have there been?"

"How many have there been what?" his tone derailing me just like his sudden stupidity.

"Women. How many women have you been with?"

"Five and all willing" the intensity of dark eyes returned as the waitress arrived with our food and drinks fluttering her long eyelashes before walking back to the kitchen. She seem willing to get in his pants while I was not.

Five is an alright number for a man in his position taking a quick sip of wine.

"If you have so many on your list why do you need me" taking another sip.

"Because you are different and I need different in my life" his voice wary, he frowns trying to contain himself but from what.

"And how long have you been a Dom?"

"Since the age of twenty eight " he shrugs placing the food in his mouth.

Silence

"I love sex Emily there is no denying that and I need a wife to supply my needs."

My brain froze stunned by his admission.

"I can still feel you, taste you. It's been a long day walking around with a hard on through out my meetings. You have the advantage, state your limits which doesn't include you wiggling your way out of marriage"

My brain scrambles limits.

"Answer me or I will take you over my knee and I don't care who is watching"

My heart pounding

What appropriate response could I give to a husband I didn't want, who happens to be a freaky sadist.

"What do you want me to say. The only advice I can give you is call one of your lovers and fuck them senseless for all I care or better yet the waitress she seems willing"

"Emily be serious or else" he warned

I ignored him cutting into my steak it is quite divine.

He leaned over the table kissing me by surprise. He moved fast I never saw it coming, his mouth warm and flavored by our drinks. His tongue dip into my mouth and I groan dropping my fork. Shock by my reaction I pulled away gasping.

"I own few clubs in Tampa we should go clubbing some time maybe this weekend"

My head spun I nodded widely

"Are you crazy, this will never work I need more than sex. Please give me time to repay you?"

"How do you know it wouldn't work if you haven't given it a try' signalling the waitress for more cutlery.

He wets his lips gazing at me, my body temperature on the rise as if his lips had actually touched my skin.

" I need to be inside you Emily giving you what both of us need, whether you want to admit it or not"

"Maybe maybe not" I scoffed draining my glass beckoning him to pour another.

I need to get drunk or at least pass out before he made anymore advances. Nickolai can be so over whelming, so domaint. That title suits him well watching him clean his plate while I am unable to take another bite.

"Eat up Emily before your food gets cold"

"I am not really hungry" stabbing at my salad.

"Eat" his tone quiet yet stern.

I swallowed a few bites trying not to throw up. Is this what our marriage will be like?

"What about limits?" trying to deter him.

"I will figure it out as we go along" his eyes burning with lust.

"Are you seeing any one out of the five?"

"No they are in the past where they should be and you Emily are my future."

I put down my knife and fork, I couldn't eat anymore I was really stuff.

"Is that all you are going to eat?"

I nodded pouring myself another glass, his gaze narrowing, fingers steepling.

"Drunk or not Emily I am going to fuck you hard, driving that drunk stupor out of you"

My hand trembling spilling the wine on the table. He took the bottle cleaning up the mess with a napkin, motioning the waitress for the check.

He stands holding his hand out for mines his palms warm and my heart froze as he slipped a diamond ring on my finger, the diamonds glittering in the light.

"You are mines Emily now and for ever" kissing the back of my hand.

END OF CHAPTER 6 (SIX)

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