Chapter 176: Chapter 176
Irina’s POV
The heavy grandfather clock down the hall chimed three times.
It was 3:00 AM.
I was wide awake. I lay completely frozen in the middle of the massive king-sized bed. The thick silk blankets were pulled tightly up to my chin. My heart was still pounding nervously from the disaster at dinner. Nicholas had looked so terrifying. He had stared at my tiny, bleeding finger like a starving predator, and then he just fled.
I didn’t understand it. But I was terrified.
Just a few feet away, bathed in the soft moonlight filtering through the curtains, was Luka’s temporary crib.
Luka was fast asleep. His tiny chest rose and fell in a steady, peaceful rhythm. He let out a soft, sweet little sigh.
I kept my eyes glued to his sleeping form. It was the only thing keeping me sane.
*Click.*
The heavy brass lock of my bedroom door suddenly turned.
My blood ran completely cold. The sound was deafening in the dead silence of the night. I instantly stopped breathing. I slowly turned my head toward the door.
The heavy mahogany doors pushed open.
A massive, dark shadow stepped into the room.
It was Nicholas.
But it wasn’t the cold, calculating Mafia King I knew. He looked completely unhinged. He was only wearing a pair of dark sweatpants. His massive, heavily scarred chest was completely bare and heaving violently.
His eyes.
Oh God, his eyes.
They weren’t human. They were glowing a blinding, lethal gold in the pitch-black darkness. They completely pierced through the shadows, locking onto me with terrifying intensity.
He didn’t say a single word. He kicked the heavy doors shut behind him. The lock clicked into place.
"Nicholas?" I whispered. My voice violently trembled.
He didn’t answer. He just started walking toward the bed.
His breathing was incredibly harsh. It was ragged and frantic, like a feral beast that had been starved for weeks. *Pant. Pant. Pant.* The sound echoed off the dark walls.
I frantically scrambled backward on the bed. "No. Nicholas, stop. What are you doing?"
I hit the solid oak headboard. I had nowhere left to go.
He reached the edge of the mattress. He didn’t just climb on. He lunged.
A sharp, terrified gasp tore from my throat as his massive body instantly covered mine. He pinned me completely flat against the mattress.
"Ah!" I cried out softly.
*Heat.*
That was the very first thing that hit me. His bare skin was incredibly, terrifyingly hot. It felt like burning lava. He was literally radiating heat like a massive furnace. My own skin instantly broke out in a frantic sweat just from being near him.
"Nicholas, please," I begged. I pushed my small, trembling hands fiercely against his solid chest.
It was absolutely useless. Pushing him felt exactly like pushing a solid brick wall. He didn’t even budge a single millimeter.
He buried his face violently into the crook of my neck.
He inhaled incredibly deeply. He let out a dark, ragged groan that vibrated violently against my collarbone. His heavy, scorching breath burned my sensitive skin.
He was completely out of his mind. He had absolutely no reason left. The Alpha was gone. Only the feral, mating beast remained.
He grabbed my left hand. The hand with the tiny cut on my finger.
He brought it up to his mouth in the dark. His hot, wet tongue suddenly swiped directly over the tiny wound.
My entire body violently shuddered. A massive, electric jolt of pure shock shot straight down my spine. "Stop!" I gasped.
He completely ignored me. He sucked on my bleeding finger, groaning darkly in the back of his throat. His glowing golden eyes stared wildly down at me, completely dilated with pure, unadulterated lust.
He wanted me. He wanted all of me.
Before I could even blink, his large, rough hands grabbed the collar of my oversized shirt. With one single, violent yank, he tore it completely open. The cheap buttons violently popped off, flying across the dark room.
I was completely exposed.
"No! Luka is right there!" I desperately hissed. I frantically twisted my body, trying to escape his crushing weight.
He didn’t care. He couldn’t hear me at all.
His hot, bruising mouth violently crashed down onto mine.
It wasn’t a kiss. It was an absolute claiming. His tongue forcefully parted my lips, completely invading my mouth. He tasted like rich mint and dark, dangerous male arousal. He devoured my mouth brutally, stealing all the oxygen straight out of my lungs.
His calloused hands roughly roamed all over my bare body. They squeezed my waist, mapping every single inch of my shivering skin. His touch was extremely aggressive, completely frantic.
My inner wolf whined violently in my chest.
She wanted him. The mate bond was incredibly strong. It was betraying me completely. Even though my mind was terrified, my body was instantly, treacherously melting under his blistering heat.
He tore my underwear away. He tossed it blindly onto the floor.
He roughly pushed my knees completely apart.
I instantly panicked. The sheer size of him pressing intimately against me was absolutely terrifying.
"Nicholas, wait, please—"
He didn’t wait.
With one brutal, powerful thrust, he completely buried himself deep inside of me.
My back aggressively arched right off the mattress. A sharp, blinding spike of pain shot through my core, instantly swallowed by an overwhelming, completely consuming wave of intense pleasure.
My mouth opened to scream.
But I instantly saw the crib out of the corner of my eye.
*Luka.*
My sweet, innocent baby was sleeping just a few feet away. If I screamed, he would wake up. He would be completely terrified.
I violently slapped both of my hands firmly over my own mouth.
I bit down hard on my own palm. I swallowed my scream. I completely trapped the agonizing sound in the back of my tight throat.
Nicholas didn’t notice. He was entirely lost in the rut.
He began to move.
He was incredibly relentless. He pumped into me with brutal, devastating force. The massive wooden bed violently creaked in the dark room. *Creak. Creak. Creak.* Every single thrust was deep, desperate, and entirely unhinged.
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut. Hot, thick tears instantly spilled over my eyelashes. They completely soaked the pillows beneath my head.
I couldn’t fight him. I was completely trapped under his massive, burning body.
"Irina," he growled roughly in my ear. His voice was incredibly hoarse, barely recognizable.
He gripped my hips so hard his fingers definitely left dark purple bruises on my pale skin. He pulled me violently up against him, meeting his brutal thrusts.
The physical pleasure was completely overwhelming. It forcefully short-circuited my brain. Every time he hit the deepest part of me, a violent, electric spark exploded in my lower belly. I hated him so much, but my body was completely enslaved to him.
I whimpered weakly into my hands.
My fingers were digging fiercely into my own cheeks. I kept my mouth completely sealed shut. I couldn’t let out a single sound. I couldn’t wake my baby.
Nicholas’s rough, hot lips moved furiously down my neck. He bit sharply down on my collarbone. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a violent, claiming mark.
I desperately stared at the ceiling. The tears were flowing continuously now. I was completely drowning in the intense heat, the overwhelming smell of his sweat, and the brutal, terrifying force of his body taking mine.
"Mine," he snarled against my skin. "You are completely mine."
His pace turned absolutely frantic. The impacts were harsh, heavy, and totally consuming.
I felt the violent, unstoppable climax building deep inside of him. His massive muscles locked completely tight. His blazing hot skin burned intensely against mine.
With a dark, muffled roar, he forcefully drove into me one final, devastating time.
He instantly flooded me.
He collapsed completely on top of me. His heavy, massive chest crushed me into the mattress. His violent, ragged breathing completely filled my ears. He was shivering slightly, entirely drained by the intense climax.
I didn’t push him off. I couldn’t. I didn’t have a single ounce of strength left.
I just lay there completely broken in the dark.
I kept my hands tightly clamped over my mouth. I silently sobbed, my small shoulders shaking uncontrollably beneath his crushing weight. I stared at Luka’s quiet, peaceful crib through my blurry, tear-filled eyes.
