Chapter 64 Me and You
Lila POV
But then there was a load crack, a searing pain, and a liberating feeling that spread through my soul like morphine, numbing every bad emotion that was brought on by the memory of almost being raped.
“Don’t you dare leave me, Lila.” He slapped my ass again, the sound echoing around us as I relished the pain that felt so goddamn good. “There is no space inside your body, inside your mind for anything but me.”
He let go of my arms. “Grab hold of the edge in front of you.”
Slowly, I eased my arms forward, my shoulders aching as I reached for the edge of the desk.
Nico tightened the belt around my neck and forced my head up as he leaned over my body, his lips touching my ear. “If you let go, I won’t let you come. Do you understand?”
Good God, no. He pulled the belt back some more, and I almost gagged from the pressure around my throat. “I asked, do you understand?”
“Yes…sir.” My voice was nothing but a desperate whisper..One hard jab, and he was inside me. If it wasn’t for the belt around my throat, I would have screamed out. Not being able to make a sound forced me to endure the pleasure in silence, which only intensified everything I was feeling. He plunged deeper into me, harder, causing both pain and pleasure to spread up my spine right back down to crash between my legs in an explosion of wickedly decadent sensations.
“You feel that, little pet? That inferno blazing through your soul? The fire burning inside your core? Do you feel my possession straight to your bones?” Another hard thrust while his palm came down mercilessly on my thigh. I bit right into my bottom lip, tasting my own blood.
He pulled my head up more, bringing it closer to his face. “That’s me staking my claim over your body, your mind, and your fucking soul.”
I kept my eyes closed as he continued to move in and out of me with hard thrusts, pushing as deep as my body would take him. “That means you belong to me, little pet. As a woman, as a lover, as a pet…as a goddamn slave. You. Belong. To. Me.”
The belt tightened, and my lungs grew desperate as my body ached for release. I wanted to scream. I wanted to beg. I wanted to plead with him to give me what I needed. I tried to move my hips as a desperate attempt to find the pleasure that would satiate the hunger that possessed every inch of me.
He let out a satisfying laugh. “You see, Lila? Your body talks to me, and right now, it’s fucking begging me to let you come.” His arm rounded my waist, his hand cupping me between my legs before his finger started to play with the one spot guaranteed to push me over the edge.
Without a breath, I allowed the sensation to carry me to a place where my darkest desires no longer had to hide. A place where I was free to embrace the guilty pleasures of my depraved being. My legs quivered, my body demanded, and I succumbed to the darkness that this man so easily evoked inside me.
He leaned his head closer, and I felt the warm skin of his cheek against mine. “Everything you’re feeling right now, with me buried balls deep inside you, means that you belong to me. Never, ever doubt that.”
I tried to spread my legs even wider, wanting more, wanting him deeper. My need for air wasn’t nearly as strong as my need for ecstasy. With one hand clutching the belt, the other grabbing my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh, Nico stood up straight and gave me exactly what he knew my body needed…and wanted. My mind still tried to stray from the truth. It still tried to convince me that all this wasn’t me, it wasn’t how it was supposed to be. But Nico was right. My body couldn’t lie to him. It was proven in the way I erupted. How my core exploded with such intense pleasure that every bone in my body started to quiver. My legs trembled, and I clawed my nails deeper into the wood of the desk.
The second Nico let go of the belt, I cried out while he kept his hard, fast rhythm, moving in and out of me. “Say it. Say what you are.”
I was in a haze of sensual decadence, my body completely and utterly satisfied, and I was unable to get past it.
“Say it. God damn you, woman!” His palm came down on my skin, and the pain pulled me out of the sex-induced fog I was in. “Your pet,” I cried out. “I’m…your slave.”
Nico roared like a demon-possessed creature as he gave one final deep jab inside me, letting his pleasure fill me to the brim. Every time he came inside me, it felt like he was drawing us closer, showing me that somehow, some way we belonged together. It just felt right.
I all but collapsed against the wooden desk, my body completely spent. By the strong weight that suddenly lay heavily against my back, I knew that Nico experienced the same.
This was us, Nico and me. There was no way either of us could explain it to anyone. No one, not even us, understood what was happening. But whatever it was…it was dark, it was wicked, and it was intense. I opened my eyes and stared out the window into the darkness of night. How long had we been here? A few days? A week? I wasn’t sure since I lost my grip on time. Ever since the day I witnessed my father being murdered, how Nico killed his own mother to protect me, I’d lived in this haze where reality was no longer something I wanted to keep a grip on.
I wanted to forget. I wanted to wipe every memory of that day from my mind and create my own reality where it was just me and the man whose touch set me free from the cruelty I’d endured and witnessed. Some people might not understand how I was capable of sharing my body, soul, and mind with this man as if nothing had happened. As if I didn’t lose my father because of the Moretti family the same family of the man I allowed to touch me, to kiss me, to fuck me…to hurt me. But without him, without the escape of being completely possessed by Nico and the depraved desires that simmered between us, I would have nothing but the memories, the grief, and the emotional torture of everything I’d been through.
My body, my desires, my need for an escape had become the scars…and Nico the knife.