The Bratty Heiress

Nikolai was looking at me, he was studying my behavior. While Luka was chatting up to Rebecca. I was not liking the hurt that I was feeling.

You know when you feel like you could stab the guy in the gut repeatedly, just because he’s flirting with another woman in front of your eyes? But then you’re too stubborn, and your pride won’t let you do it? No? Well…. just imagine me doing so, okay?

Luka looked at me and greeted me like he was not doing anything wrong, while I was boiling on the inside ready to burst.

“Hey Olga, Becca here was just checking up on my wound…”

“And it can’t be done at the Clinic? I couldn’t even get you for a consultation. Hey Becca… are you joining us for dinner?” I asked her sweetly, completely ignoring Luka.

She was saying yes, and that dad was inviting her for dinner after she checked dad’s gunshot wound.

See… I was just overreacting. She has two patients to see today, Max probably sent her.

I could see Nikolai from the corner of my eye, he was still watching. He was waiting for the bomb to drop. But I was not going to entertain that idea, I was keeping my cool. At least until after dinner, okay… I will be needing a drink for this to go well.

“Olga…”

“Nikolai…”

I was walking past him and straight to the alcohol corner. Dad was already at the bar, pouring himself his favorite scotch.

“There she is, you want something warm before dinner? Or is Becca’s presence annoy you?” dad asked looking amused at me.

“Oh, dad! Not you too… I’m a big girl. I don’t do jealous.” I pouted at him.

He definitely knows about me and Luka and was teasing me.

“Look… just be nice to him, he’s been through a lot. Let him down gently when you’re bored with him cause he’s an asset. And if you’re not my favorite daughter I wouldn’t let you go near him.”

“Oh god daaaad please…” I groaned at him, but started pouring my favorite vodka and take it straight slowly and feel the sweet burn in my throat.

“… and I’m your only daughter. No need for picking favorites!” I sipped another gulp.

“… so how’s your wound?” I asked as I took a seat in front of him.

“Better… she said it’s healing nicely and won’t be visible to my lady companion in a couple more months.”

“Ewww… dad… no details needed…”

He laughed and we talked about work until dinner was ready.

I wasn’t expecting to be seated next to him while Becca was in front of me beside Nikolai. I honestly didn’t want to sit next to him, but this was Nikolai’s doing I just knew it. He was freaking testing me.

“So I see you drinking four glass already before dinner, what’s with the alcohol?” Luka asked, while secretly putting his hand on my upper thigh while everyone is busy with their conversation.

Why did I wear a dress? Damn it!

His warm hand was creeping up slowly, caressing my naked thigh.

Not good…

“Olga?”

“Hmmm?”

Errhh…. what did he say again?

“I asked you, what’s with the alcohol?”

“Oh… nothing, I just feel like sleeping in early tonight…”

I was about to say some more when he smirked and take his hand away from my thigh.

His face was unreadable, but he was opening a conversation with dad and Nikolai. So I started talking to Rebecca, who turns out to be very funny and likable.

Damn… why does she has to be this nice.

Dinner was finally over and we had dessert and coffee, while I make mine a Russian coffee with more vodka. Luka was looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

What? I still needed the burn in my belly, and my mind was too confused already to process how I truly feel on inside.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

I Olga, do not get jealous. Ever.

So what the fuck am I feeling right now?

And that was when I decided to take another gulp. And another. I was a bit tipsy by the time we said goodbye for the night.

I was heading up to my room while occasionally rest my hand on the hallway wall when I felt my walk was a bit wobbly.

Okay, maybe I was a bit drunk. But I was at home already, and I was just going to sleep it off.

But then I was grabbed by the waist and silenced by a hand. I panicked, but then seconds later I heard Luka’s voice in my ear making me relaxed.

“My little brat is jealous isn’t she?”

“Am not… and would you stop creeping up on me? one of these days I might be holding a knife and stab you with it!”

He didn’t say anything, he was taking my hand and pulling me to another room, then started kissing me while I heard a click in the background.

He’s locking me in. Okay…

“Ow… fuck…” must be the alcohol but my whole body was buzzing for him.

His hands were stripping my dress off, while he kept on kissing me walking me to the center of the room until the back of my knees felt the bed.

Then he was on top of me while my fingers were struggling with his shirt buttons. I sighed when he eventually took off his shirt revealing his sexy abs.

“Get on the bed for me… wait…” he reached my back and unclasped my bra and hook his finger and took off my flimsy thong. Then he took off his glasses and set it aside.

“Damn baby, I’ve been wanting to taste you all through dinner. Now… rest your back on the headboard.” 

But I was too horny and too upset with him to be ordered around. So I wrapped my legs to his waist and pull him down and flipped my body weight, making me on top of him in seconds.

He groaned to my advances and let me kissed him roughly. I was letting my anger out, then stripping him naked and start stroking his hardness. 

“I don’t do jealous, but you made me want to stab you and twist the wound over and over again,” I whispered my words while licking and biting his neck up to his ear. Then I slowly trail my kisses downwards, he curses louder when I start pleasuring him with my mouth. 

“So you are jealous?” he moaned his words sexily, while his hand grabs my hair pulling me to go deeper for him. 

He let out the sexiest moans when I started gagging on his length. “Fuck baby, you’re going to make me…”

“…. am not.” I pulled away from him, then I grind my wetness to his length, hard. I was wet already from sucking him. 

“Fuck… I’m liking my jealous brat.” He grabbed my neck roughly and take my body and positioned me down under him.

I cursed and wrapped my legs to his waist and quickly got on top of him again, making him smirked. 

“I’m not jealous, Becca is nice I like her.” 

I was back to grinding him, he was holding on to my waist his face was showing me his wants. 

“I need you Olga…” he groaned begging me to fuck him already. 

“I just don’t like you getting all handsy with her.” 

“Right, fuck… I can’t… have this conversation right now.” He flipped me and spread my legs with his knees while his hands were keeping my wrists above my head, he’s kissing me hard making my body burned with desire.   

He was not letting me talk, as his kisses were rough and his thrusts were taking me higher and higher until he abruptly stops.

“What the….” I looked at him annoyed.

“Tell me… love…” he looked at me kissing me excruciatingly slow.

“… tell me that you’re jealous…” his thrusts were slow, but then hit hard every time he was halfway in. Then he pulled out again and repeat it over and over again, he was driving me insane with desire.

“Luka… I’m so close… you’re making me… fuck…” I whined when he knowingly starts to edge me again, I was so ready to burst and he was slowly teasing my body.

“Oh baby, I could do this all night… and drive you crazy until you admit it. Or… I could make you feel good, so… fucking… good… you just have to tell me.”

He said his words huskily, I was throbbing with lust until I finally couldn’t take it anymore.

“Goddamn it! Okay! I was jealous… now make me feel… oh fuck!”

I didn’t get the chance to finish my words when he was finally fucking me hard and fast. He was holding up my legs to his shoulder, pushing himself deeper until I finally climax hard.

“Again my jealous brat, you’re not getting away that easily…” he growled above me and keep on fucking me hard.

We were finally sated when he let himself go, after my third climax.

“Damn Luka, I didn’t know you have this dom side inside you.”

“Oh princess I haven’t even try to venture into that territory.” He said pulling my body to his chest.

I was smiling, and for the first time in my life, I felt content.

Oh, oo…