Chapter 275 - Two Hundred And Seventy-five: Whos Your Father (2/2)

”Where are my kids Reina? ” he breathed into my ears, making me shudder.

”You're getting nothing out of my mouth,” I answered, breathlessly. Gosh, he was good at this. No wonder, father was worried about me hanging around with him when he first gave me the mission.

”You can't fight this, Reina. We both are insanely attracted to each other and by the time I'm done torturing you with pleasure, you'd vomit the truth,” He confessed his plan which I had pretty much figured out.

”You can try, but I'm stronger than I look,” I said firmly even though my body was throbbing with need.

”Fine, Let's see how far you can keep up your guard,” Niklaus issued the challenge and without warning, slipped his hand into my shorts.

”Don't do -”

”Do this?”

He tugged my panties to the side, rubbing his fingertip up and down my labia. I gasped, throwing my head back as the pleasure flowed through me.

”Would you answer me, now?”

”N-no,”

Niklaus wasn't kidding when he talked about torturing me. Each time he touches me, every logical thought flies out of my head while trying to stay rational, else I fall into his trap. It was a real challenge.

Niklaus was prepared for me: his fingers began to move faster against me, my moans reverberating across the room. My hips began to buckle up as I felt my insides clench, I knew I would reach my orgasm soon. But just when the blissful feeling was about to explode within me, Niklaus withdrew his hands.

I had never felt frustrated in my entire life than now, I needed more. There was this fire burning in my veins and I needed him to quench it.

”Niklaus, you're dead meat once I'm free!” I roared in anger mixed with irritation.

”You can free yourself by answering my question and as a bonus, have me as well,” He offered a tantalizing proposal.

God knew how much I wanted to give in but I couldn't.

”You don't have an idea of what I'm protecting you from,” Was my reply.

”Then I'm guessing that's a no,”

Niklaus suddenly let me go or so I thought because when I turned around, his lips covered mine, I was unable to resist. It was a soft, demanding kiss that I returned passionately.

We were on fire, engulfed by this insane need for skin to skin contact. Perhaps, due to the fervor between us, I forgot his plan to rip the location of the kids out of my mouth.

Niklaus kissed my neck, I moaned. He moved to nibble on my ear without trying to coerce me and I lowered my defenses - maybe he was lost in the moment.

Hungry with need, we peel each other's clothes off hungrily until I was in nothing but my birthday suit while Niklaus' zipped down pants barely hung his waist. He lifted me off the ground and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He pushed me up against the wall, kissing me as I wrapped my arms around his head, digging my hand into his scalp and pulling him closer. I had this flash of memory that was so intense that it overlapped with reality- It wasn't helpful at all since it made me hungrier for him. But then, I established a fact: we've done this before.

Niklaus knew it was time when my hips began to grind against him. While his hand held my waist, anchoring me to him, the other set free his arousal and entered me without warning.

”My God!” I screamed, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. He was so damn huge yet filling. I began to moan lasciviously as he thrust into me.

Niklaus picked up speed, pounding into me with careless abandon just the way I liked it. It was as if he knew me, knew what my body wanted.

I bit into his neck, nails digging into his back as I felt my organism around the corner when he stopped abruptly. Like stilled completely.

My eyes opened, ”What are you doing? Why did you stop?” I pulled out a ragged breath. I was just on the verge of experiencing that bliss when he stopped and my body was tingling for it.

”Where are the kids, Reina?” He asked, refusing to move.

It dawned on me, this was the climax of his plan all along. I began to wriggle and move, trying to find some relief but he stopped every form of movement.

”Niklaus, you can't do this to me,” I was on the verge of crying. This was too much.

”The kids,”

He made it worse by kissing down my neck, my body shuddered, I can't take this anymore.

”They are with my father,” I confessed, seriously hoping the interrogation was over. I guess I was just deceiving myself because the Niklaus I knew always wants it all and that was confirmed when he asked,

”Who's your father?”

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