Chapter 115 Bathroom Series
Lila POV
Two girls came walking down the hall, and when they saw me, they leaned closer, whispering to each other about me, no doubt.
Once inside the ladies’ room, I looked around. Mirrors decked the walls, black and white checkered tiles on the floor with white marble countertops and elegant-looking taps hanging over the basins. It was clear that Nico spared no expense when he had the VIP lounge designed. It had money and elegance written all over it.
I walked to a stall and closed the door just before hearing women coming into the ladies’ room. “Did you see her?”
“Who?”
“Lila Falcone.”
“Oh yeah, the little princess who has been glued to Nico side the entire night, she looks like such a stiff.”
I remained quiet while I listened to the women.
“She’s so…plain. I can’t believe that this entire war between the Moretti brothers is because of her. It’s not like she’s that pretty.”
“I know. I’m telling you, I don’t know what it is Nico sees in her. He’s so fucking hot, he could have any woman he wants, like me.” The woman giggled like a tramp, and my blood started to simmer.
“Yeah. I don’t get it, really. She’s nothing but a rich American girl who will never know how to satisfy a powerful man like Nico.”
And that was when I had enough.
I stormed out of the stall, and when they saw me, their eyeballs almost popped out of their small little heads and I stopped a few feet away from them.
“Hello, ladies. Having fun?” Sarcasm dripped off my words. “I couldn’t help but overhear your little conversation, gou two seem to have me all figured out.”
They glanced at each other, confusion and panic peeling away at their heavily made-up faces.
I narrowed my eyes. “Instead of wondering what it is Nico sees in a plain, rich American girl like me, what you should be thinking of is if I could turn two brothers from one of the city’s most powerful families against each other…what else am I capable of?”
My hair fell over my squared shoulders as I tilted my head to the side. The threat in my voice carried over loud and clear as their faces fell with fear.
I mustered up a fake smile. “Now you two ladies go and enjoy yourselves.”
They scattered out of the ladies room like two stray cats with their tails between their legs. The adrenaline that rushed through my veins was euphoric. I loved the power I had just because I was linked to the most influential man in the underground…my man. The more people associated me with Nico, the more people would respect me…fear me.
I washed up, pulled my hands through my hair, fluffing it up a bit before walking out. I balked when I noticed the lights in the hall had been dimmed…a lot. Straight ahead stood a figure of a man…a familiar man as he moved closer, I recognized him in the way he walked, his broad shoulders and daunting figure. The outline of the scar on his face was barely noticeable under the shadows. “Nico, what are you doing?”
He didn’t reply, he just kept on approaching me step by step. The dim light cast a shadow on the side of his face, making him seem more magnificent, more mysterious. I could see in the way his gaze pinned me on the spot that he was consumed with the need to devour me. Anticipation caused my stomach to clench, my skin starting to burn with the need to be touched by him.
“Nico, we agreed to wait ‘til we got home.”
But before my words were even cold, he grabbed my arm, spun me around, and pushed me face first into the wall.
With a gentle swipe, he moved my hair over my shoulder. “I’ve waited long enough,” he whispered against the skin of my neck.
My breathing was already affected by the desire that had me trembling against him.
Softly, he moved his hands over my shoulders, easing his fingertips down my arms.
“Nico...”
“Shhhh.”
Weaving his fingers through mine, he lifted my arms and placed them against the wall above my head before dragging his palms down my arms again, my body shivering as they moved down my sides.
As he reached the hem of my dress, he started to wind the fabric up. “Word has it you like it rough.”
“You would know.”
He slipped my dress over my ass. “Would I?”
His breath no longer had the sweet scent of bourbon, but a more distinct smell of alcohol…like tequila, with a hint of lemon. It was so strong it completely overpowered my senses, and I couldn’t smell his distinct scent of amber and peppermint anymore. It felt different, he felt different. The drugs and alcohol affected him, altered him in a way that made everything about him seem less intense but right now, I didn’t care. I wanted him and I needed him.
Like a good little pet, I kept my arms in the air, allowing his hands to explore my hips and ass. He twirled a finger around the string of my panty, and with a tug he tore through it, letting it fall in tatters around my feet. “Spread your legs for me.”
And I obeyed without hesitation, truth was I didn’t care that we were in a public place. All I cared about was having this man inside me. I wanted to be consumed by him, entranced by the spell he had over my body. “You’re a good little girl, aren’t you?”
“I’ve been taught by a good master.”
He dragged his finger all the way down the slit of my ass, my skin erupting in chills, my hips pushing out, eagerly awaiting his touch.
When his finger slipped through my wet folds, he moaned against my shoulder. “I’ve missed this pussy.”
I pushed my ass out even more. “Then what are you waiting for?”
I whimpered when I felt the head of his cock drag against my ass.
“You’ve turned into a greedy little slut, haven’t you?”
My mind reeled with lust, my pussy begging to be filled, he called me a slut…and I loved it.
His hand rounded my hip, his finger finding my clit. As he started to move in circles, I moaned.
“I can’t wait to feel you come on my cock again.” And then he was inside me with one sharp, powerful jab, he penetrated me with such force, I cried out as pain moved up my spine. It was unexpected, the strength he used.
His hand moved away from my clit, and he grabbed me behind my neck pushing my face harder against the wall. With his other hand, he dug his fingers painfully into the flesh of my hip.
“If only I had known.” He panted as he kept on thrusting relentlessly into me. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t the same. Nico high on drugs changed everything, as if the dynamic between us had been altered but nevertheless, my body demanded more, and I welcomed every thrust with eager and vigorous anticipation.