Thank you for your continuous support! I hope you enjoy this next chapter, it's a little racy.

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Chapter 3: Unsettling Feelings

How dare that bastard even try to insinuate he could take better care of Bonnie than her own husband? Who the fuck does he think he is? Elijah needed to blow off steam and figure out a way to keep his wife from leaving, he could see in her eyes that the love was still there, but it was fading and the presence of another attractive man in the house paying her the attention that he has never given.

When he first met Bonnie, she was 11 years old and had a crush on her best friend, Damon Salvatore. The crazy black-haired, silver-blue eyed boy and the caramel skinned tomboy dated for a few months before Katherina Petrova moved to town and took all his attention away from Bonnie. Bonnie was heartbroken, for the longest she ignored his attempts to reconcile with her. It took Stefan locking them in the cellar of the Salvatore boarding house vowing to keep them locked in until they sorted out their differences, to come to terms with what happened. Their friendship survived, but it became strained. The strain pushed her to cleave to the Mikaelson family. Damon and Stefan would always be her friends, but after she befriended Kol and caught Elijah's attention, their friendship became a bit more distant.

Elijah found her to be the only girl aside from his mother that he could tolerate. He became close with her as well, but he never viewed as a friend that would have too many limitations. He has always been a calculated man and seen his goals through. One brilliant smile from Bonnie and he knew that his goal was to be the only one to have her. From the moment he met her he knew she was too precious to let go.

It became unbearable once they started high school Bonnie stopped drowning her petite developing body in baggy clothes and started wearing miniskirts, tight tops, and fitted jeans. She would actually take the time to style her hair. She drew the line when it came to make up not that she needed it. Her skin always maintained a sun kissed glow highlighting her caramel tone.

There were many who wanted a taste of the brunette, hell Elijah would watch her daily swaying her hips in her form fitting clothes as if she were taunting him to make a move. He remembered how his fingers would itch to touch her. In the boy's locker room, he would hear boys fantasize about different lewd wanted to perform on her and how well she'd perform, this started many fights for the Mikaelson brothers and the Salvatore brother as well. They were very protective of Bonnie and her virtue.

It was in the middle of their sophomore year of high school when Elijah finally decided to claim Bonnie for himself. He'd just finished gym class and went to take a shower when he heard a few guys talking. Hearing Bonnie's name prompted him to eavesdrop.

"She's sexy and I heard she's still a virgin! I'm taking her to the movies tonight! Just you wait, after a few more dates I'll have her right where I want her and then I'll pluck that little flower in every way I can."

It took Elijah no time to throw on his boxer briefs, pin the idiot to the locker, and beat him until he agreed to stand Bonnie up. The coward complied with his request after all, Elijah Mikaelson had a reputation for being someone you don't cross.

Elijah rescued Bonnie from being stood up; that was the day their courtship began. It took three months before their relationship became exclusive. Two years later, they got engaged.

When Elijah was ready to propose, he consulted his father. The Mikaelson family tradition required get approval from the patriarch before marrying.

The day he approached his father to get approval, he was reminded of what is expected of a woman entering the family. To take a wife is to put that woman in a position of power. The image of the family is everything. Choosing a woman is not something that should be done without careful consideration. Bonnie didn't come from money, so their union would not be a favorable one. Arranged marriages were common in the Mikaelson family even in the present day. Suitable matches were usually and stepping stones in their ascension in power. Mikael had a great deal of respect and confidence in Elijah. His eldest son has always been wise and mindful of his obligations, which is why Mikael allowed him this one indulgence.

Mikael's exact words to Elijah were:

"A wife is meant to bear children, maintain the family image, be hospitable, raise the family, and tend to her husband's need as a docile submissive woman. Loving a woman and have pleasurable relations with that woman can cloud your judgement. Couple with your wife with the sole purpose of producing heirs. If you need enjoyment, all you need to do is pick up a mistress or two and use them for that. Only a shameless woman seeks sex for pleasure and that is precisely the type of woman you are not to marry."

Reflecting on how he came to be this way towards Bonnie he couldn't help but feel resentment towards his father. This is the way things are but with divorce papers served, he felt the need to change his strategy especially after finding out his mother was not happy and even stepped out of the marriage and impregnated with his offspring. Was he always wearing rose colored glasses? Or was is simply that he didn't care enough to pay attention?

How could he fail to see how forced every smile his mother would give his father really was? The mere thought of Bonnie doing the same made his head explode and his blood boil in anger. He couldn't lose her, he wouldn't lose her. He would go for broke if he need to and this new brother of his would have to back the fuck off.

After the chat he shared with his younger brother, Elijah decided to go have a talk with his wife. The breathtaking image he was met with upon entering his room was something he wasn't prepared for… his freshly bathed wife was slipping on a pair of black silk shorts through her soft caramel legs. When did she get that tattoo?

He looked at the soft outline of the bloody heart and broken chain links across each side was oddly mesmerizing. Elijah did not like his wife marking her body. This rebellion of hers excited and frustrated him. It was evident there was not much detail put into the artistic aspect, then again Bonnie has always loved things to be unconventional. The overall symbolism and the caramel canvas it marked made him long to touch her.

She unwrapped her hair and shook it loose allowing her silky tresses to caress her face. He noticed she didn't bother putting a top on. Instead she attempted to apply some Aquaphor on her tattoo but found that her arms did not have the reach. Elijah seized the opportunity. He stealthily approached his wife.

"Bonnie" he whispered huskily.

When their eyes met, he halted. The hurt in her watery eyes pained him. Instinctively she covered her exposed form; a rose tint graced her high cheekbones. Then, unexpectedly, she began laughing maniacally.

"I don't know why I bother trying to cover up when you obviously don't even want me. I'm such an idiot and after what I saw today even if you tried to touch me I wouldn't let you." She broke eye contact with him and tucked herself into bed.

With the gold Egyptian cotton sheets wrapped around her body Elijah hesitantly joined his wife in bed. His hand reached out to her grazing her shoulder. The reddened skin on her back glimmered from the ointment she placed on it to heal. His finger traced the outline of her ink.

"Is everything really over between us? Surely I can give you the marriage you desire, Bonnie?"

She turned her tear streaked face towards him. "Elijah, I don't know anymore. Can you even change? Would you give up the Mikaelson way for me?"

The rasp in her voice made his heart clench. "I do love you and I love my family as well. I don't want to lose you."

His words didn't reach her. The only thing she could focus on was the word "I" that kept coming out of his mouth. She sat up abruptly glaring at her husband.

"That's the problem, everything that just came out of your mouth was about you. Don't you think about me at all and how what you do affects me? You are so damn selfish!"

She couldn't look at him anymore, it was all too much for her. Instead she turned around with her back facing him and tried her best to fall asleep. His hand once again to traced her shoulder.

"Did it hurt? The tattoo?"

"It was nothing compared to the pain you've inflicted on me."

He knew she was right, he couldn't face her anymore. Running his hand through his mocha locks, he decided to leave her alone for the time being. He needed a cold shower, even with the nature of their conversation she still affected him. She is beautiful, he's always thought so.

By the time Bonnie woke up at 7:00 am she was met with an empty bed; something she has regrettably gotten used to. Any ideals of her husband changing were gone and replaced with the need for restitution. If he wouldn't change, she would.

She greeted the house staff asking of the whereabouts of her houseguest and was told Nik was ready for work by 5:00 am and Rebekah was still in bed sleeping in for her day off. Not wanting to impose, he made breakfast leaving some for her in the oven.

An excited brunette sprinted towards the kitchen in her bathrobe practically yanking the oven open to see what was left for her. To her pleasure, he made her strawberry and mascarpone filled crepes with turkey sausage links. It was wrapped up and had a single tuberose along with a note:

My apologies for not being here when you woke up, but a man has to earn a living.

You didn't eat much at dinner last night. Please eat the breakfast I cooked for you in its entirety.

(Add freshly whipped cream to the crepes, it's stored in the icebox.)

Be ready for me later love.

-Nik

Her heart jumped at the gesture feeling something she thought she'd never feel again, appreciation, little things like this made her incredibly happy. She grabbed the plate and sat at the small table where the help usually ate. Greta was shocked to see her when she walked into the kitchen.

"Mrs. Mikaelson, I could have set the formal table for you! You shouldn't lower yourself."

Bonnie's eyes turned into slits at Greta's statement. "You aren't beneath me, I just happen to be your employer. Don't ever say something like that again. Have you had breakfast?"

She noticed the blush on her maid's cheeks. "Well, Mr. Nik asked where things were this morning and since I helped him find them he offered me some food. He said the crepes were special for you, but we had eggs benedict and sausages."

The brunette couldn't help but giggle at her maid's antics. She looked like a school girl with a crush. "He's quite charming, isn't he?"

Greta shyly nodded.

"Well then, bring yourself a plate and I will share a small piece of this heavenly meal. Did he really cook this himself?"

"Yes Miss. He was quite comfortable in the kitchen, then again, he said that is his occupation. He's a chef for a catering company that handles all the large events in the area."

"Now that is interesting."

The day went by quickly. Bonnie spent her time shopping and getting to know Rebekah. It felt good to have someone to talk to. Bonnie never had a lot of lady friends apart from Caroline. Her friendship with Caroline is often taxing, which is why she found the ease of being around Rebekah refreshing. Her sister in law reminded her a lot of Kol. Where Elijah is more reserved, Kol is vivacious. Rebekah seems like a pure soul and the girl knows how to have fun. It had been too long since Bonnie enjoyed someone's company without feeling oppressed by her marriage. As the sun began to set the roar of Nik's 1953 BMW R25 alerted the brunette writer of his arrival.

He was about to ring the doorbell when it was opened for him. Bonnie dressed in leather leggings and an off-shoulder loose gray top met him at the door throwing her arms around his neck. Bonnie felt extremely light and giddy after her day with Rebekah and Nik cooking for her meant a lot.

"Thank you! That was the sweetest thing any man has ever done for me in a very long time." Her aroma was driving him mad.

He couldn't stop himself from saying "Then you have been around the wrong man love."

Her smile faltered slightly. The words hit to close to home, the words were her home. He noticed her change in demeanor as she unwrapped her arms from his body.

"Bonnie, you know I didn't mean that to offend you." Wanting to change the subject he asked "Do you want to go for a ride with me? You are dressed for it and the weather is perfect."

She didn't hesitate in accepting the offer. Activities full of adrenaline always piqued her interest, she just wanted to feel free.

"Good, there's somewhere I want to take you. You can use my helmet."

He pulled her outside, picked her up, and placed her on the bike. Her open legs made his member throb slightly. "You look so inviting like this. I wonder how you'd feel naked with me inside of you whilst the bikes hums with life."

Her panties moistened with each word picturing the erotic images he painted. The way he spoke with his smooth British accent had her swooning. She couldn't help but wonder if Elijah spoke like that to anyone, but as soon as the thought entered her mind, she pushed it aside.

The sapphire eyed man placed his helmet on her head securing it for her safety and mounted the bike. The powerful engine did indeed create pleasurable vibrations onto the seat, though there wasn't much time to dwell on it as he took off zipping through the streets and on to the FDR.

It took about 30 minutes before they reached downtown Manhattan's very own Aire Ancient Baths. Bonnie never knew the place existed.

"Are you sure we're at the right place? It seems kind of deserted." Nik's perfectly plump lips turned up slightly. "Don't worry, this place is usually open until 11:00 PM, but the owner is an old chum of mine. He did me the favor of closing a little early, so we have the place to ourselves."

"Ohhh." She was stunned by his resourcefulness.

He guided her through the beautifully lit lobby. The dimmed lights created a warm ambiance as it bounces off the cobblestoned walls. A combination of intoxicating scents wafted her nose as she walked through the candle lit corridor. At first glance, the trek seemed a bit eerie but as they went on, she found breathtaking marble columns, high vaulted ceilings, and what looked like several rooms with celestial baths. Nik let her to a room all the way in the back of the building.

"Did you eat dinner when you went out with Bex?" Her stomach decided to answer for her by growling. She felt embarrassed and he found her to be charming. "I suppose that answers my question." He opened to door to the room where she found a gold oversized pillow with a picnic basket on top. Several pillows in different shades of bronze were around the larger pillow. Bonnie's heart beat harshly against her chest in shock.

"You seriously planned this?!" The brunette felt giddy, this was too good to be true and though that thought was unsettling she pushed it away to embrace the present.

"Of course, I did. I hope you aren't the salad eating type, I'm not too fond of women who starve themselves." He opened the basket and moved it aside revealing a succulent variety of platters. "I made a Kobe sirloin with bittersweet chocolate rub, cocoa braised oxtail impanato, parmesan pudding, and mashed potato swirls. I brought my favorite aged Chianti and for dessert…" He locked eyes with hers and licked his lips. "… I have something special planned."

The menu made her mouth water. She wasn't prepared to be blindfolded and fed in perfect portions allowing her to taste each unique flavor without making her taste buds go on overdrive. He didn't want her to get too full, that would get in the way of the other activities he had in store. He removed her blindfold once he was done feeding her.

"That was amazing! Everything was so rich and complemented each other perfectly." She took a sip of her wine feeling drunk off life. It was such an incredible experience for her, she simply didn't want the night to end.

Obscure cobalt eyes admired the beauty in front of him, free and full of joy. She certainly is a marvel.

"Come on, it's time for dessert." He held out his hand for her and she gladly accepted not questioning where they were going, she allowed herself to happily embrace the unknown.

"Did you know that in ancient times, bathing was a privilege only truly afforded to the wealthy? The poor had to bathe in rivers or try to build poor bathhouses outside of their homes if they could irrigate correctly. It was later when the Romans made bath houses a social event. The wealthy would get together and scheme on how they'd make more money or who their next conquest would be. They had private rooms for their sordid affairs." He smirked.

Nik brought her to a glorious room with three different pools and a table at the end that stood next to a shelf that held many different items. He touched the water of each pool to make sure they were set the correct temperatures. "Take off your clothes." Bonnie was startled by his commanding tone. It excited and scared her. "I'm… Ummm… Whaatt…." The words were escaping her as she watched Nik begin to strip.

Starting with his leather jacket, Nik removed each layer of clothes leaving only his boxers briefs. Bonnie eyed him hungrily. Every fine line defining his alabaster chest would make even the hottest male models jealous. He didn't have any chest hair only a small happy trail that disappeared in the waist band of his boxers.

Unlike Elijah, Nik didn't have that defining V shape on his pelvic muscles, yet his body overall was magnificently muscular showing that he took very special care of himself. Bonnie felt her throat go dry as she watched him strip, it was another reminder of what she was missing in her marriage. She didn't want to think of him at this moment, no right now was about dessert.

"Don't worry love, I won't do anything you don't want me to." Bonnie nodded and took a breath. Clumsily she removed her garments leaving her lace cheeky and matching bra on. Nik took her hand and lifted her on to the table. "I want you to lie face down." He whispered huskily. She felt compelled to do everything he asked. Once she laid down, he unclasped her bra and partially covered her with a towel.

"I can't decide how I like you more. Clothes on or clothes off?" Bonnie sighed contently.

"Right now, it's just you and me. I don't want you thinking about anything other than relaxing and enjoying our time." He applied argon oil on her skin and began to massage every part of her body knowing the exact amount of pressure to apply on each pressure point. She mewled and moaned as he loosened her tight muscles. The experience made her feel things she wasn't sure she could put in words.

"You're awfully quiet. Have I put you to sleep?" His large hands were massaging her toned thighs.

"Mmmm… It's your fault! This feels so good, I can barely think let alone carry a conversation." She replied breathily. Emboldened she turned flipped her body so that her bare chest was in his view.

Her body felt like jelly, she felt a little dizzy, but she was fueled by something else. She reached out to touch his chest dragging her fingers up his neck until she reached his lips. "You've taken such good care of me there has to be something I can do for you." The innocent yet seductive look on her face made him want to bust through his boxer briefs.

He picked her up by the waist and submerged them both in the hot pool. The scent of the jasmine oil he added to the bath before they arrived filled the room.

Picking up the bottle of champagne he left chilling in a bucket besides the pool, he popped the cork. The predatory look on his face filled her with nerves.

"Everything was so good I'm dying to see what's for dessert!" A mischievous smile crossed his face. He was thoroughly enjoying her innocence.

"Well I know my dessert will be quite delicious, yours is to be determined." Bonnie's vibrant doe eyes quickly became clouded with lust longing to be released from the confines of inexperience.

"Don't you need glasses for the champagne?"

He chuckled whilst shaking his head. "No, I'm drinking this off your body. Last time I started from the bottom and this time I'll start from the top."

Her breath hitched as the cool glass bottle touched her lips. "Leave your mouth open."

The tangy bubbly liquid dripped from her lips down her chin to her neck traveling down to the valley of her breasts then disappearing between her naval and the warm bubbling water.

"It drew me the perfect road map." His voice lowered several octaves.

"Are you thirsty?" All she could do is nod absently as the desire pooled in her stomach awakening all of her repressed desires.

Taking a large swig from the bottle, he crashed his lips on hers feeding her the champagne mixed with their saliva as their tongues danced the lambada seductively against one another. There was only one name for their flavor, forbidden.

He placed the bottle on the side not disconnecting from her lips once freeing his large strong hands to grab the sides of her face angling her to his liking, providing them with small gaps to breathe without abandoning the sweet essence they created.

Biting her lower lip, he left a trail of kisses down her jaw line going further to her pulse point sucking down greedily high off her stimulating aroma.

"Aaahhh…" her heavy pants and moans filled his ears delightfully as her hands clumsily grabbed on to his short blonde curls. He growled when she pulled his hair roughly wanting more of his addicting kisses.

Their lips met once more as their hands boldly explored each other's bodies. This is exactly what she needed, what she craved, and he was giving it to her she couldn't bring herself to think of the "what if's?" she only wanted to make this moment last as long as possible.

"I think I can write an entire chapter on how perfect your breasts are." His hands began to pinch her copper pert nipples lightly sending invigorating vibrations throughout her body, her mouth formed into a silent "O".

Once he captured one of her engorged buds in his mouth she began to see stars reveling in his expert touches, the way his tongue massaged her areola driving her mad. Abruptly, she pushed him off. "We can't do this Nik. I'm not like him."

He sighed in frustration, but he wasn't going to force her. "Would you like to just soak?" He inquired pained, panting, and willing his arousal to wane.

Bonnie wanted to test his word and finding that he stood by it changed everything for her. She decided the let go.

"Where's my dessert?" she panted. He let out a feral growl not sure of what she was playing at or liking the interruption yet curious to what she will do next.

"I was just beginning to enjoy my dessert before I was rudely interrupted." Placing the bottle to the side he brought his soft lips to her ear. "Do whatever you want to me, but be ready because once you have finished your dessert your ass is all mine."

As soon as the warmth of his breath left her goose bumps covered her skin. She swallowed nervously then shook her head. This is what you have always wanted, go for it! Stop being so afraid, he isn't going to reject you. He isn't Elijah. Her last thought made a single tear escape her eye.

She shook off her fears and allowed the inner deviant to take over making her approach the tall devilishly handsome man in front of her fiercely.

Turning the tables, she took on a commanded "Stand up."

The anticipation was evident in Nik's deep cobalt pools.

She then took a swig of the champagne quelling her nerves and placed in back on the floor. Closing the gap between them she began to drag her lips along his jaw nipping his ear gently allowing her fingernails to glide down his beautifully defined chest.

"Mmm… You are being a tease." He groaned.

"Shhhh… You said I can do what I want."

Her kisses descended to his chest lightly nibbling on his nipples working her hand down to his boxers caressing his hardening manhood.

The moment her small hand wrapped around his boxer clad manhood she felt it twitch and this pleased her greatly. She halted her ministrations, looking at it in wonder.

Nik snapped out of his Bonnie induced haze to see her eyeing his tumescence with what looked to be a mix of desire and fear. Grabbing her hair, he forced her to look up at him kissing her swollen soft petals.

"You know you don't have to do anything. I'll be taken care of once I'm inside of you." His deep husky voice whispered over her lips.

"I want to… I just don't know how." She responded shyly looking up at him through her dark thick lashes. He nodded realizing what she was asking for.

"The most important thing I want you to remember is to be careful with your teeth and explore. Other than that, do whatever inspires you. I'm not going to get angry if you aren't perfect. Just know that you can please me in other ways. Your touch alone can work wonders."

With his reassurance she instructed him to get out of the pool. She dropped to her knees. Using her teeth, she peeled the boxers off revealing his impressively expanded length. Her eyes widened nervously.

Wrapping her hand around his shaft she started to massage his tool giving him a few experimental licks in between. The mixture of the tanginess from the champagne and his natural essence was wildly erotic turning the brunette on causing her to forget her inhibitions.

Feeling bolder, sexier, and more confident than ever, she opened her mouth swirling her tongue around the head of his penis she gradually took in more of him until she began to gag. Sensing her panic, he massaged her jaw with his hand. "Relax your jaw baby. You're doing an incredible job."

Getting more comfortable, she began to bob her head.

Up. Down.

Up. Down

She savored his essence.

"Use your hands to stroke me, play with my balls, and do what feels right to you."

Her mouth tightened around him as her tongue rolled up and down his length as her hands fondled his sac.

"Fuck." He said through ragged breaths

"Damn baby just like that."

The vibration her lips as his member slid in and out of her mouth broke the last bit of resistance he had left.

He pulled her head back with lust filled eyes.

"I need you to trust me." She was daunted by his words however that didn't stop her from nodding her head, ready to try whatever the sexy curly haired man wanted.

He picked her up and flipped her, so her head was facing the floor.

"Place your hand on the edge of the table and open your mouth."

She obeyed without hesitation. His member slowly slid back into her mouth.

"You can always stop me if you want to."

He worked up a slow rhythm thrusting in her mouth while his own mouth was occupied savoring her sweet nectar. His tongue tickling her folds as the hand that wasn't supporting the beautiful brunette rubbed around her clit.

The heavenly feeling of moans on his shaft as he savored every part of her delicious essence sent them both to another world.

His intoxicating touch

Her sensual vulnerability

The need to explore

He wanted to push her to the limit, but he wouldn't just yet.

Scissoring his fingers into her core, nibbling softly on her protuberance, she exploded right into his mouth screaming in ecstasy.

Gently, he brought her back up and sat her on the edge of the tub.

His heart was beating rapidly against his chest his throbbing member ached to plunge into her waiting wet cavern.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He gave her one last chance to stop him before it was too late.

"I'm sure."

Reacting to her response he grabbed a condom out of his jean pocket, ripped the foil, and placed it on his swollen length.

Bonnie beat him to the punch throwing him down to the floor, crawling on top of him, and lining his head with her entrance. He wanted her and the fire inside of her only served to increase his desire.

His large hands firmly gripped her hips bringing down until he was fully sheathed inside of her.

"Fuck!" He hissed. The tightness of her sex around his throbbing thickness felt unbelievable.

The realization of her lack of movement settled in. "Are you ok?"

"Yes." She half moaned, half spoke.

"Good. I'm going to move for you at first and when you are ready you can take over."

He thrusted inside of her rolling her hips with his hands.

Back and Fourth

Up and Down

Back and Fourth

"Mmmmm… Oh God." She whimpered.

"That's right baby." She began to control her movements Nik took this opportunity to cup her glorious mounds as they bounced up and down from their coupling.

Tweaking, pinching, kneading her taught buds he sat up to catch one in his mouth as he continued to thrust deep into the Brunette's soaked core.

"That's it love, don't stop."

She rolled her hips forward, then circled them back in a steady rhythm unleashing his inner beast.

"Turn around."

She was about to slide off of him until she felt his strong hands stop her.

He turned her body keeping them joined until her back was facing his chest. The sensation of the simple change in position was electrifying.

"Ride me baby." He growled in her ear nipping it lightly.

Adjusting to the new position and consumed by wantonness she gyrated roughly against his tumescence feeling it pulsate inside of her.

"Oh, shit darling, yes!" His eyes rolled back.

The loud slap on her butt cheek only added to her concupiscence.

He pulled her back, so she laid flat with him still impaled to the hilt in her sex. Using one hand to caress her soft firm breasts and the other to rub her pearl he thrust violently against her going deeper reaching her sweet spot.

"Ahh Nik." Her moans grew louder as his movements became more and more erratic.

She arched her back as her climax hit her full force as her sex tightened around him bringing him over the edge with her. A spray of her essence flew across the room as he yelled her name along with other obscenities as he emptied himself inside of the condom.

She couldn't move, let alone walk. He picked her up and placed her back into the tub whilst he removed and discarded the used latex glove.

"Bonnie, you're going to drive me insane." He joined her in the tub capturing her lips enticing them in a sweet sensual battle of passion. Her lips were so soft and inviting. Her taste was exquisite.

The recently fucked look suited her well making her look like an erotic celestial being. Her flushed caramel skin glowed under the glimmer of moonlight that peaked through glass ceiling. Her hungry jade orbs looked lost in the parallels of the unknown.

"Mmmm… As much as I want to take you over and over again we have to leave. It's nearly midnight and I promised I'd give the cleaning crew time to prepare for tomorrow's business day." He washed his body then began to get dressed offering the brunette a towel to dry off with.

"Almost midnight? What if Elijah's home?" Her panic caused her to dry and get dressed in a matter of seconds.

"Relax. Just tell him we went to hang out." Nik replied coolly.

"You don't know him Nik." Her tone was abrasive, he didn't like it one bit.

He decided to put an end to it before it became a habit by pinning her to the wall with her hands above her head. His actions startled her.

His face was so close to her she could smell the faint scent of cinnamon, cocoa, champagne, her arousal.

"You're right I don't know him; at this moment I don't care to because I've taken what he thinks is his and I plan on taking you over and over again until you decide to be mine."

The "…until you decide to be mine" factor did not sit well with Bonnie.

"And then what happens if I become yours? Will you be the same as him?" She challenged.

He didn't appreciate the comparison, his eyes burned with fury.

"Don't compare me to him. I wouldn't leave my woman unsatisfied."

"Perhaps not, then again you weren't raised the way he was."

"Are you defending him?"

"No. I am giving you an understanding of who he is and why. Are you able to be faithful?"

"I don't want to understand him. I want to have you and give you what you deserve. I've never had to be faithful, but for you I could be."

"Could be doesn't mean will be. Let's keep this simple. Don't expect anything from me and I won't expect anything from you."

He lost it.

"Enough." He yelled

"Expect me to change your mind, expect me to deliver on my promises. It is I who don't expect anything from you in return." He bit down on her bottom lip hard drawing blood then sucked the coppery liquid into his mouth then released her.

"Let's go."

Danger. Inside she knew she was playing a dangerous game. She was sure he had a dark side and like his brother he seemed to always get what he wants. The desire he sparked in her was unlike any other. She couldn't help but think. Does this freedom come at the cost of being chained?

They tidied up the rooms, got on his bike, and rode home.

Relief swept over Bonnie as they approached the drive way and Elijah's car wasn't there.

She didn't look back at Nik after she handed him the biking helmet. He didn't bother her knowing she needed time to think. As they opened the door and crossed the threshold of the house, they were startled by a loud menacing baritone voice.

"Where the fuck have you been? Why do you look like that? More importantly what are you doing with HIM?"