Claim Me Captain! I'm Addicted to You!-Chapter 274: Kiss Me (1)

Georgia’s POV

When Nick spoke about Reagan, about what he and Liam had overheard from their grandparents, his voice was low and rough, filled with anger that still hadn’t burned out.

I could feel it pulsing in the air between us, thick and hot, matching the way his jaw clenched every time he spoke his brother’s name.

I didn’t interrupt. I just listened, letting him release the storm while my fingers moved gently, carefully, cleaning his wound with antiseptic. By the time he finished his story, I’d already spread ointment across all his bruises and cuts.

"Now kiss me," he said.

I blinked. "What?" I was totally surprised.

"You heard me," he murmured, his gaze burning into mine. "Kiss me."

I gave him a look. "Why all of a sudden?"

He smirked, that familiar teasing glint appearing despite the tension. "My lower lip hurts. They say saliva helps wounds heal faster... so kiss me. Maybe lick it a little."

I couldn’t help but laugh softly. "Really? Won’t that hurt more?"

"Let’s test it," he said, leaning closer, his tone dropping to a low, dangerous whisper that I could already guess where this was heading to. "Besides... kissing me might calm me down. I’m still furious at Reagan because of what he did to Vicky."

"Is that so?" I said, pretending to sigh. "Fine then. For the sake of your temper."

Our breaths mingled as I leaned in. His eyes didn’t move from mine, not even when my lips brushed his. It was just a light kiss at first, barely there, a whisper of contact. But when I pulled back, his expression told me it wasn’t enough. He wasn’t happy at all.

So I tried again. Slower this time. Deeper. My hand slid up to cup his face, my thumb brushing his jaw as I pressed my lips to his wounded one, tracing the cut with the tip of my tongue.

His breath hitched. The sound alone made my pulse race.

"More," Nick murmured, voice rough, commanding yet pleading at the same time.

And without hesitation, I gave him exactly what he wanted.

I let my lips close around his, tasting the faint sting of antiseptic mixed with the warmth of him. I meant to pull away after a heartbeat, just enough to tease, to soothe, but Nick’s hand shot up, firm against my cheek, and suddenly his mouth was on mine.

The kiss turned hungry fast. His tongue slipped past my lips, claiming, searching, and I melted into it without a fight. His breath was hot, his kiss deep and demanding, as though all that anger he carried had finally found its release in me.

Then his hands began to move, slow, teasing, tracing the lines of my sides, my back, sliding to my waist, until his palm found my breast. The soft squeeze pulled a helpless sound from my throat. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Mmm... Nick," I gasped against his mouth, breathless. "We’re in your father’s office. Someone could walk in any second."

He didn’t even look guilty, just smirked, eyes dark with desire. Then he grabbed my hand and stood up.

"Then let’s go," he said.

I blinked, dazed. "Go where?"

His lips brushed my ear, voice low and husky. "Somewhere no one will dare to disturb us."

And before I could argue, he was already pulling me with him, out the door, into the dim hallway, his hand wrapped tightly around mine, his pace fast and full of intent.

We kept walking deeper into the house, the hallways twisting and turning until I lost all sense of direction. My pulse was racing, partly from trying to keep up with Nick’s stride, partly from the anticipation vibrating between us. Finally, he stopped at a sleek door tucked at the very end of the corridor and pushed it open.

A soft glow came alive as he flicked on the dim lights, revealing a sprawling room. My eyes widened. "Wow... you have a home theater?" I breathed, genuinely amazed at how luxurious and intimate it felt. The velvet navy blue seats, the low lighting—everything screamed privacy, comfort, and luxury.

And then I heard the soft click of the lock.

Nick leaned back against the door for a moment, eyes hooded, a dangerous little smile curling his lips. "Now you don’t have to worry," he murmured, voice low and dark. "No one will ever think to come here after the commotion earlier. And this room..." He paused, his gaze raking down my body like a touch. "...is soundproof. You can scream as much as you want. No one will hear a thing."

He took a step closer, his breath ghosting against my ear. "Because I promise you, with what I’m about to do, you won’t be able to stop yourself from screaming my name and how good you feel while I am fucking you so hard."

My throat went dry, and I swallowed hard. Heat pooled low in my stomach. Just his words, full of promise, were enough to make me ache. My body hummed with anticipation, already imagining all the ways he’d make good on that promise in this hidden, soundproof room.

I stared at him, alternating my gaze between his eyes and lips.

"You always look at me like that," he murmured, his voice low enough to make my skin prickle. "Like you’re daring me to lose control."

My heart skipped. "Maybe I am," I whispered.

His hand came up, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. The touch was feather-light, but it felt like fire. His thumb grazed my cheekbone, then lingered near my lips—so close I could almost taste him.

"Careful," he said softly, "if you keep looking at me that way, I won’t stop."

"Then don’t," I breathed.

His eyes darkened, and for a moment, neither of us moved. It was just the sound of our uneven breaths, as we stared at each other.

Then, finally, he leaned in—his lips hovering a whisper away from mine. "Why do you always tempt me, when you know you’ll end up drained and limp," he said against my lips.

I smirked and said, "Because I love it when you can’t contain your hunger for me. I love it when you can’t get enough of me. I love it when you are inside me. So stop the talking and start doing what you have been spouting."