His Toxic Addiction
Chapter 222: I Hope Am An Exception.

Chapter 222: I Hope Am An Exception.

A knock resounded on the door, distracting the couple. Arissa could tell it was Jocelyn. That was how her friend sound whenever she knocks.

Since it was Jocelyn at the door, what would she do now? Her shirt was ripped, her eyes red with tears staining down her cheeks.

She immediately panicked.

Nicklaus’s eyes turned hard when he fixed them on the door. "Don’t come in," he snapped at whoever was knocking at the door.

Arissa frowned when he snapped at Jocelyn that way. "Nicklaus, let me go," she voiced out.

There was a knock at the door and rather than letting her off so she could arrange her appearance, he tightened the hug as if he had plans to glue them together.

Nicklaus fixed his eyes on her, "Arissa, please_"

"Nicklaus not now," she immediately cut him off from apologizing. She doesn’t want to hear him plead. He already apologized, she understands it was a mistake and also, she pushed him to this.

Reluctantly with a heavy heart, Nicklaus released her from his arm and sat up on the couch. The first thing Arissa did when seated was to clear her throat, dry her tears and destroy every trace of them on her face.

She arranged her clothes also and for her white shirt, she won’t be able to put it on anymore. The button holes were badly torn alongside the lost buttons.

She folded the shirt and threw it aside. She doesn’t want some questioning section from Jocelyn and how would she be able to explain what happened to the next person?

Arissa was fine with it. Not mentally fine but emotionally fine. She saw through his actions but Jocelyn won’t and even Adele might catch wind of it if Jocelyn knows.

She put on her blazer before losing her ponytail to let her hair pour freely to hide her red eyes. Nicklaus watched her patiently.

Standing up from the couch, he took off his suit jacket. An act that earned a brow uplift from Arissa. She perfectly saw the bulge between his legs.

"How would you take care of that?" she questioned him, her eyes darting between his Adam’s apple and his arousal.

It turned her on, her body screamed, demanding for their bodies to collide, collide without the fabrics but she refused to yield to that.

Nicklaus hissed looking down at his arousal. "I’d take a cold bath," he informed her.

"The bathroom is right there,"

Nicklaus’s face paled, "I_"

She searched his face, figuring him out. "You don’t share bathrooms?" she asked to which he nodded.

It sounded hilarious. If he doesn’t share bathrooms, why did he suggest a cold bath? Or did he plan to go back home with that swell?

Arissa shrugged, "So what do we do?"

Nicklaus fixed his belt and with a painful expression due to the mountain he would have to bear, he slumped back into the couch.

He threw his head back and stroked himself from his pant. His tensed shoulders relaxed when he did that. Arissa raised her left brow, her eyes darting between him, the door, and Adele.

Dazed by his boldness, she watched. Doesn’t he feel embarrassed stocking himself before someone? And, Dear Lord, why did he look so yummy even while sinning?

She felt torn, her stomach churned from the soft moans leaving his lips with each stroke. Her throat dried up because she have to stop him but wasn’t able to.

They were not alone.

Her palms on her thighs hitched to do something. What precisely? To replace the hand touching himself with hers.

Her eyes went from his arousal to his shut eyes. Gluping softly, she closed the space between them on the couch.

Nicklaus turned to her with his lips slightly parted. Breathing from his nose alone wasn’t an option anymore but torture.

"Jocelyn can’t stand at the door all day long," she told him straightforwardly calling him out on his sin.

Nicklaus turned away from her, "I know, I don’t plan to have a release. A little more_" he was cut off when he felt her hand on his erection.

He snapped his head to her in shock. "Arissa, don’t," he caught her hand with his free one, "Don’t do this to me," he said.

His chest was violently heaving up and down.

"I want to help,"

Nicklaus chuckled, "You can’t, you won’t be able to do anything to help," he would have let her help if they were home but not now.

Right now they have no such luxury. He want to reduce his bulge by thinking dirty about her and if she could involve herself by doing him, his little man would know she was around in person and when that happens, he would begin to request more than just strokes.

Arissa frowned, "I won’t be able to do anything?"

Nicklaus knew she misunderstood his words. However, it was better that way. He won’t forget how stubborn she could get when she wants something and being hellbent to stroke him shouldn’t be a part of the list.

Suddenly, he let go of her hand, tilted his head to the side, and captured her lips in his. Arissa took the kiss as a cue to go ahead hence, her hand gripped the erection under his pant

Nicklaus’s breathing turned heavy. She wasn’t holding up even a quarter of him yet. Just his tip but she was beginning to do wonders inside him.

He stopped the kiss, "Get the door." he told her staring into her eyes, "We could continue this at home if you want_" he held her hand to a stop when she kept on stocking him with bright sparkles in her bright eyes.

She marveled at his size and what she was doing. That he appreciate but would have to wait. He would want her doing him without a shirt on him.

Also, he wants no fabric on her. For that reason he wants privacy. He can’t stomach the feeling of someone walking into them to see what his eyes alone are meant to do.

He gave her a deep kiss on her forehead before standing up. Arranging her hair, he kissed her cheek for a split second, "Get the door, let me bury this hatch in the bathroom."

Arissa reached for her purse. Producing a white hand towel from it, she passed it over to him. "I hope am an exception," she said holding the towel up before him.

She hoped she was an exception to his never using people things training. It took a short while but when she least expected, Nicklaus took the towel from her.

Using innocent tactics, her hand brushed his arousal once again. Nicklaus smiled at her dirtiness and inability to resist him.

Finally, he calmed down. He thought that incident from earlier had damaged her view of him but turns out it haven’t.

He leaned to her neck and kissed it which earned a low sigh from her. Nicklaus’s breath was hot and heavy on her ear as he whispered, "It’s a promise, Arissa, and I don’t go back on my promises. Now be a good girl and get the door,"

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