His Toxic Addiction
Chapter 194: Pulling His Legs.

Chapter 194: Pulling His Legs.

It was all new for her poor heart as this was the first time she was experiencing someone like Nicklaus. It left her stunned by how he handled the dishes.

With his white shirt tucked into his black pants, its sleeves folded up to his elbows and a few buttons let losses on his shirt, Arissa wasn’t able to take her eyes off him.

She could see he was trying hard to do it right but it was still wonderful because if it had been Ricard washing these dishes before her, the kitchen would be littered with water and broken plates.

If he were to watch five dishes, he would break three out of the five, in most cases four and all if no one come to his aid.

Her cousins could be extremely annoying and irresponsible which helped him to add more colour to her life.

’No is not the time to think around,’ her mind scolded her.

Taking in a deep breath, Arissa agreed with her mind that it wasn’t time to place her mind on someone else when her mind-blowing husband was before her. She took her mind off Richard and with an amused smile that waited for what was next, she hoped for Nicklaus to flop in the dishes.

Her brows furrowed when she saw him watch the last plate with no error and began to rinse them. Her fingers drummed on the table, waiting.

She watched his muscles flex and the urge to hold him up from behind consumed her but cautioning herself, she held back.

In a few more minutes, he was done.

Arissa came down from the dining table. He never seizes to amuse her and she loves it. She had expected him to attempt breaking a plate or a glass but nothing came forth until now, he had finished.

Nicklaus turned to her and seeing those appreciating orbs, his expression turned proudly smug, "What would I be rated at?"

Arissa almost clapped like a fan girl but when she saw that confident look in his eyes, she decided to play dumb. "On what?"

"The plates?"

Arissa smiled in her heart. He was questioning her like her reply means a lot which made her heart swell. She scaled the dishes he just finished.

Keeping a struggling indifferent expression, she replied. "I’d rate you at -0," she let out a chuckle at the end.

Nicklaus’s face dropped, " -0?"

"Ye_" she trailed off when she realized how serious he sounded. She meets his eyes. ’Oh God, that was a joke, why did he take it this seriously?’

Arissa laughed. "You did well," she immediately used the right words.

"Then why the -0?" he asked, his expression still serious.

"Don’t take that to heart. I was only pulling your legs," she explained.

Nicklaus frowned, but as her words sank in, his thinking turned naughty and a mischievous smirk replaced his frown, killing his serious expression.

He gradually closed the distance between them. "Pulling my legs?" his smirk widened.

Arissa nodded, unaware of what was going on in his mind.

Nicklaus closed the distance between them and with an outstretched hand, he grabbed her to himself with his hand possessively securing her waist.

A sudden gasp escaped Arissa’s lips when her fist came into contact with his hard firm chest.

Nicklaus met her eyes and breathing became difficult for Arissa. Those dark orbs have no plan in releasing her as they heated her.

His fingertips trailed down her neckline with his gaze fixed deeply into her eyes, "You were pulling my legs, weren’t you?"

Arissa gulped. She don’t understand the sudden change or why he was holding her this close. "Nick," she breathed, "What are you doing?"

Nicklaus did not reply. Rather, he pulled her closer and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear - an action that gave him out.

Arissa immediately realized what was happening. "No, Nick, we can’t do this here," she said in a panicked voice.

Nicklaus’s fingers sneaked around her waist, leaving fire each place he touches. "You don’t have to worry. I won’t be bending you over today," he assured her.

Blood rushed up to Arissa’s face. She slapped his chest with her palms to push him away but that was her doom.

Rather than letting her go, Nicklaus threw her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing. Arissa’s breath left her, her soul left and forgot her body as its rightful place - in a good way.

"Drop me this instant!" she commanded him.

Nicklaus acted deaf and turned toward his bedroom route. Arissa began to hit his back for her freedom. This was a very awkward position and the embarrassment she felt was high class.

Nicklaus smiled. He enjoyed her palm on him that way. They were like a calming massage to him and he doubt she knows the good work she took upon herself.

Arissa began to struggle to wriggle out of his hold. She doesn’t want this position. He can hold her hand wherever he wants to take her and not pick her up like she was a child.

"Nick, this is improper," she tried to reason with him, her face red in shame.

Nicklaus walked on. "Is it?" his voice was naughty and low. Arissa could feel her core clench at the sound of it and with her ass so close to her face, her rationality left her.

’No, Arissa, NO!’ She scolded herself. ’Think straight,’

Nicklaus continued, "You were pulling my legs back there, isn’t it fair I spread your legs in return?"

Arissa’s jaw dropped to the floor. "Nicklaus_"

Without warning, Arissa was cut off her speech with a slap on her ass cheek. A pained gasp of disbelief escaped her lips.

What just happened now? Did Nicklaus just bang her bum like she was a kid?

With a whole flustered face, she reprimanded him, "How dare_"

Nicklaus cut her off. "The second one always serves the right feeling,"

Without giving her a chance to understand the meaning of his words, he landed another slap on her ass cheek.

Arissa whimpered helplessly. This time, not out of pain but out of lust.

Nicklaus stood, "Tell me you felt it," he urged her.

Arissa thinned her lips trying not to say a word but that was short short-lived cause the next second, Nicklaus landed another slap on her ass cheek and she let out her pent-up moan.

"You felt it, right?" he pried.

Arissa gritted her teeth. "I felt nothing, put me down,"

"Too late," he responded, and with a hand on his room door sensor, he lead them into the room. Precisely, to the bed.

She could deny all she want but her body language already gave her out and he would make this night long and blissful for her.

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