Chapter 19 Don't Test Me
Nico POV
He turned to face me, and we both glared at each other. It was the mighty stare-off between brothers, one trying to intimidate the other without saying a word.
From the corner of my eye I saw his thumb stroke the skin of her thigh and at that moment all I thought was if he moved that hand another inch, I would fucking break it.
"Fine." He stepped away, taking his hands off her. Immediately I felt my blood settle, the jealousy dissipating. Jealousy? What in the name of ever loving fuck was that about? Why would it bother me when Damon touched her? She was hanging from the ceiling half naked, for God's sake, so why can I not handle the sight of my brother's hand on her body?
Damon straightened his gray suit jacket, a smug grin plastered on his face. "We still have an entire evening ahead of us. Still lots of time to sample the slut."
His entourage of stupid fucks laughed as they started walking toward the bar behind me. Of course, Rex had to prove what a dick he was by bumping his shoulder against mine accidentally on purpose.
Rex might be family, but I couldn't stand him.
Taking a deep breath, I glanced back and saw them all huddling around the bar. I was going to have to keep a closer eye on Damon. His need for power, to prove to everyone that even though he was the youngest Moretti man, he had the balls to be a bad ass had the potential to ruin everything.
When I turned back around, lila head was hanging down, her eyes closed. There was a tiny drop of blood slowly easing down the side of her chin from where the rope had cut her at the corner of her mouth. She was exhausted, weak, and bordering on malnourished. But that's just too goddamn bad. The evening was far from done.
I stepped closer. "lila."
No response.
I walked right up to her taking her chin in my hand and lifting her face.
"lila?"
Her eyes opened as her head lolled from side to side. I gripped her chin tighter, forcing her to look at me.
"Don't fall asleep on me now, little pet. I need you fully aware for the next few hours."
A waiter who stood a few feet away brought over a tray of champagne at the snap of my finger. Grabbing a glass, I yanked the rope out of her mouth and saw the rawness it had caused in the corners.
A soft moan echoed from the back of her throat as I brought the glass up to her mouth.
"Open."
She didn't. In fact, she forced her mouth closed and tried to pull her face away from me.
"lila, stop being so fucking stubborn and just open your goddamn mouth."
"No," she whispered.
A tear slipped down her face and I placed my thumb over it when I started squeezing her cheeks, forcing her to open her mouth.
"I swear to God, woman, do not test my patience. Now open your fucking mouth."
I gripped harder and poured the champagne over her lips. She swallowed, but half of it spilled out on the sides, trickling down her chin and neck. My eyes caught the movement of a few droplets, and I watched it slowly trickle down her chest all the way to her nipple until it ran dry. My tongue wanted to lap it up, suck every goddamn drop off her body. She was helpless, and wouldn't be able to do a goddamn thing about it if I decided to drink an entire fucking bottle of champagne off her.
I could do to her whatever the fuck I wanted, and she couldn't do shit about it. I've never taken a woman against her will, neither did I want to. But her? This entire goddamn game just kept on feeding, taunting, and teasing every ounce of desire I had for the darkness, for the forbidden. And God knows she had forbidden stamped all over her. Fuck. It made my cock hard, thinking about how vulnerable she was right now.
When the glass was empty I loosened my grip on her cheeks and moved my fingers down to clutch her chin. "Being stubborn will only make this harder on you."
"Fuck you." Droplets of champagne spewed out of her mouth while her tired blue eyes glared at me.
Good God, I loved her fight. It made me want to test her agility by bending her forward, spreading her legs as wide as her body would allow before I sank my cock inside her, slowly stretching her while her inner walls would pull me in deeper.
I'm so fucked.
I brushed my thumb lightly over her full, tempting lips. "Keep fighting me, little pet. Keep fighting me until your last goddamn breath. It makes me want this so much more."
Her eyes remained focused on mine, but she didn't say a word as I pressed my thumb harder against her lips.
I leaned closer. "You need to realize that no matter how hard you fight me, how difficult you try to make this entire process, I will achieve my goal."
"And what is your goal exactly?"
For a second I glanced down at the spot on her nipple where I knew the drop of champagne stopped, then looked back up at her.
"To make you pay."
If she was pale before, she was Snow White right now.
"How many times do I have to tell you that I had nothing to do with Nikolai death?"
"As many times as you want, but it won't change a damn thing."