Chapter 180 Red Lingerie

Chapter 180 Red Lingerie
Lila POV

“Don’t be stupid.” He cut into his steak then placed a large piece of meat in his mouth. “I prefer it when you’re smart, even when you won’t shut your mouth. You know your only job is to lie in whatever position I ask while I fill.you with my endless loads.”

He cut into his steak again and took another bite, like this was an appropriate conversation to have over dinner.

A tiny chill ran down my spine, and that made me despise myself. “I was under the impression this was just a one-night thing.”

“You’re the one who told me I wouldn’t just want you once like Nico and I wouldn’t stop wanting you, looks like you made good on your word.” He put another piece of steak into his mouth and chewed, his hard jaw working while his eyes focused on my face.

“And you think that’s going to change in a few days?”

He kept chewing, the tension escalating between us. “There’s a good chance it won’t.”

“But you promised you would let me go.”

“I promised I would let you leave the house.”

“Is that not the same thing?”

He didn’t answer. “I told you I would never let you go, whether you’re in my captivity or not.”

“The second I’m out of here, you’ll have no power over me and Nico will kill you if he found out what happened between us.”

“That’s what you think but you’ve never been in the presence of real power.”

He spoke with such confidence that I didn’t want to challenge him. I was the daughter of a very powerful man even Nico was powerful but their power was enforced by respect, not fear.

Draven was different, a type of enemy I didn’t know how to combat.

“Eat your dinner because I don’t want you to be hungry later.” He dropped his eyes for the first time, looking down at his food. His muscles shifted and worked together to accommodate his movements even the slightest maneuvers
forced his muscles to bulge noticeably not only was he a large man, but his muscles were ripped and tight.

They were pulled close to his skeletal frame,
making him an extremely heavy mass. I would know…since I’d been underneath him.

I picked up my fork and continued eating, knowing what was coming next once dinner was over. If he were any other man, the situation would make me sick to my stomach but no matter how much I hated him, the truth couldn’t be denied, I was attracted to him.

When I entered into his bedroom, I spotted the golden rug underneath his bed. His stone fireplace was larger than usual, reaching high off the ground so it could illuminate his entire bedroom, with dark wood furniture and
paintings of the landscape around the river, I felt like I was hidden away in a chalet instead of a few hours outside of my city.

My eyes moved to the bed, and that was when I spotted the lacy red lingerie, that was definitely for me.

There was a note, scribbled in his masculine handwriting, I want you to put this on, Rose.

My eyes narrowed at the word Rose, and I crumpled the note in my hand and tossed it on the ground. I picked up the red baby doll with the push up bra and held it up to my body.

There was a black thong with it, a G-string that
barely covered anything, he had specific tastes and that differenate him from Nico.

I pulled it on then fixed my hair. I wasn’t wearing any makeup because I didn’t have any here and it wasn’t like I’d packed a bag and took off for the weekend. I examined myself in his mirror, fixing my black hair until it framed
my face. Without eye liner and mascara, my eyes didn’t pop like they usually did.

When I wore red lipstick, it highlighted the bow-curve of my upper lip, and now I wished it were highlighted.

Draven liked me this way, but I wished I looked better not that I should care to look better for him.

He stepped out of the bathroom, his shoulders still slightly wet from the shower he just took. He didn’t come out with a towel like last time rather he came ready for the occasion.

He stopped and stared at me, his eyes roaming over the lingerie he left for me and he started at my neck then slowly trailed his eyes down my body. He focused on my tits before he admired the curves of my waistline and farther he went, moving down my legs before he lifted his gaze back to my face like a shark circling his prey, he started to move.

Draven walked around me, getting closer and casting a shadow across the room. He was a head taller than me, so he dominated me with his size without even standing perfectly straight. He stopped when he was directly in front of me, his face tilted down so he could look at me.

Now my heart was beating so fast and I’d already been with him twice, but I was even more nervous than before.

My attraction wouldn’t change the fact that this man was terrifying. He scared me sometimes, when he looked at me with those predatory eyes. I felt like prey, like there was nothing I could do to escape this brutal man. I was his mercy and there was nothing I could do about it.

He started at my stomach and he gripped my waist, his hands large enough to completely reach around my tummy, from thumb to finger.

Draven thumbs pressed against my belly button, and he squeezed me gently, showing that he had my life in his hands. He stared down at me, his blue eyes concentrated on
my curves.

My hands went to his forearms because I wanted to feel the chiseled muscles of his arms. I wanted to feel his corded veins and the light amount of dark hair. My fingers could wrap around his girth the way he could wrap his hands around my waist.

He moved his forehead to mine, his fingers gently tugging me closer to him. I felt like a slave, obedient and still. I was his to enjoy, and I had to wait until he found something he wanted to take.