Trouble in Paradise

The sounds of intimacy filled the entire car. Nicholas grabbed my hand and pressed it against his belt.

Gone was the dignified and cold Nicholas. In his place was a man whose willpower had been consumed by desire and who had not been with a woman in a long time.

His body was burning hot. It was as if he wanted to strip us both naked right there in the car and let our souls find release.

The smell of alcohol was strong on his breath. My body felt like it was on fire from his touch. Still clinging onto my last shred of reason, I awkwardly tried to keep the last bit of my fabric from being torn away. When we reached the underground parking garage, he carried me into the elevator without even a backward glance. He pushed me against the wall in a frenzy of kisses.

Nicholas coaxed in a low, husky voice, "Give it to me, okay?"

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my head back and struggled to resist. Any normal woman would find it hard to endure his teasing. especially since he had set aside his ego to pleasure me in the car...

The elevator went straight to our home. The moment the door opened, my clothes had already vanished. I did not resist as he carried me to the soft bed.

My will and my heart were in a fierce tug-of-war. Even though we had been intimate so many times before, it was not the right time now. I simply did not refuse him for the sake of fulfilling my promise I closed my eyes and urged him, "Hurry up."

Nicholas stripped off his clothes and kicked off his pants. He yanked the blanket I was clutching to the floor, Caressing my ankle, he said, "Don't hide yourself. Let me have a good look at you."

Even with the heater on, the winter night was still cold, I could not control the goosebumps rising on my skin. It was especially obvious where he touched me.

He was like a child who had found a new toy and was fascinated by it. He just teased me as if he was no longer in a hurry, seemingly intent on wearing down my willpower. He whispered the most outrageous dirty talk as he tried to make my reason flee along with my sanity Biting my lip tightly, I refused to say what he wanted to hear no matter how hard he tried.

He wanted me to say I loved him. He played with my body and teased me so badly that I cried, but I still would not say it.

Later, he bit my ear and lay beside me. He pleaded softly, "Baby, say you love me. Say it, and I'll give you what you want. Let me satisfy you, okay?"

I opened my eyes to find dawn was breaking. After a whole night, my voice was hoarse from crying, and his eyes were bloodshot. I must have gone crazy because I thought I saw a hint of love in his eyes.

Nicholas murmured passionately, "I don't want to be a slave to desire. If you really can't accept this, I'd rather not do it at all."

Though we had not taken that final step, he had already taken me countless times in other ways. How noble of him.

"Why do you insist I say it?"

"Ariana, you have to love me. Trust me. I'll be good to you."

To believe a single word a man says in bed would be naive of me. "Nicholas, why can't you say it?"

He had not caught on yet. "What do you want to hear? I'll say anything for you."

"Why don't you say you love me?"

Nicholas's body suddenly went rigid. His passion was all gone and he became soft. That was the most direct answer from him.

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Nicholas lowered his head and bit my collarbone. "It's different. You have other men around you. How do I know I'm the only one if you don't say it?"

I groaned in pain. "First, get rid of the women around you. Then we can discuss this."

"Ariana, you've never had faith in me."

I watched his retreating back and smiled. I thought, "Nicholas, when have you ever given me any reason to feel safe in trusting you?" See? We were always stuck in this endless cycle.