Chapter 72 You need to choose
Nico POV
I’d been angry many times in my life. From mad, to furious, to enraged. But today, when I walked in on Lila slicing her own skin, I was livid. There were no words to describe the levels of anger I felt when I saw her holding that piece of glass, her thigh stained red. I knew she was a cutter, that she had mutilated her body before. I was drawn to her like a demon to a sinner because of it but the sight of her holding that glass, actually witnessing her doing herself harm, made me react in the worst possible way. I wanted to punish her. I wanted to tie her hands together for the rest of her fucking life so she would never be able to do that again.
Yes, I fucking loved the look of euphoria on her face as I sliced my blade across her skin.
Yes, my cock grew hard when her ivory skin was stained with crimson while her body trembled with pleasure.
I was a sick, twisted son of a bitch, but I never wanted to see her do herself harm again. Ever.
I stood by the door and watched as blood trickled down her thigh just like the tears that slipped down her cheeks. Her tears did nothing to lessen the anger that still festered inside me. “You need to clean that.”
She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and without a word she walked to the bathroom. Just as she was about to close the door, I blocked the door and pushed it open.
“I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
“Why? Because you think I’ll cut myself again, or because you want to make sure I don’t give myself that which you deny me?”
I leaned against the doorframe and crossed my arms in front of my chest. “Both.”
With a scoff she turned around, and as she walked to the cabinet, my gaze moved down to her naked ass, the red handprints clearly visible on her ivory skin.
She grabbed the first aid kit and sat down on the corner of the bath. When she looked up at me, our gazes locked, and I could see the resentment, the bitterness she felt toward me at that moment but the familiar buzz of lust mixed with toxic anticipation still pulsed between us. It was powerful, something no amount of hate or dislike could ruin. It felt like hours had passed before she abruptly opened her legs, the movement causing me to glance down.
My cum, along with her need for release, pooled between her legs and trickled down her thighs. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me feel so fucking good to see my seed on her skin. To see the wetness between her legs, proof that her body craved the sexual relief only I could give her and by God, I wanted to give it to her. I wanted to grab her and push my cock so deep inside her, giving her the release she craved. I wanted to hear her scream as pleasure wracked through her entire body, feel her tremble against me but she had to learn.
She had to come to terms with the fact that everything she was and everything she ever would be…would be mine.
“Let me make this very clear.” I started toward her, watching as she cleaned the wound. “You will never do this to yourself again. This is the last time. The only new scars that would mark your body from here on out will be those I give you. If you need release, you come to me.” I stopped right in front of her, grabbed a fist full of her hair, and yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at me. “Is that clear?”
She swallowed hard. “Yes.”
I pulled her head back some more. “Yes, what?”
“Yes…sir.”
“Good.” I let go of her hair and gave a step back. “Now go to bed.”
She stood up. “I’m not tired.”
“I said, go to bed.”
Her eyes narrowed, no trace of the tears she had cried earlier. She stepped up to me, her naked breasts touching the fabric of my shirt. “Thanks to you, sleeping is the last thing on my mind right now.”
I smiled. “I’m sure it is.”
“I’ll give you one guess what’s on my mind right now.” She cocked her head to the side, her golden hair falling over her shoulder.
I stepped closer, pushing my body against her, my cock already rock hard and ready to take her. Gently I brushed her hair away from her neck. “My guess is that you need something from me.”
“Oh, you’ve got that right. I desperately need something from you, yet you refuse to give it to me.” Her hands brushed seductively down her sides, avoiding the places I forbade her to touch.
I glanced down at her naked body, savoring the view of perfection. “You dishonored me today, and that cannot be left unpunished.”
Her sweet scent swirled around me, the air crackling as our sexual desire for each other started to thicken. She took the lapels of my jacket between her fingers and slowly stroked up and down, my cock growing harder by the second. Blue irises looked up at me, all traces of the pain reflected in them earlier gone. Now all I saw were shades of resolve and tenacity giving me a glimpse of the woman who had fought so well to survive the hell I had put her through.
Slowly, seductively she wrapped her arms around my neck, her touch making my skin hungry for more.
“I remember you telling me that you would fight this war against Damon with me by your side as your queen.”
“Is that what you want? To be my queen? To be at the side of a mafia Boss fighting a war in a world you know nothing about?”
“Maybe.”
I leaned down, letting my lips come within inches of hers. “You’re not strong enough. What you did today proves it.”
I could see the doubt overshadow the confidence she had mere seconds ago, but she tried her best to hide it.
Her gaze moved from my eyes to my lips and back up. “Someone once told me that just because he came on my stomach doesn’t mean that I know him. Well, in this case, just because you fuck me doesn’t mean you know me.”
I couldn’t help but smile at how she took my own words and turned them against me. Just when I thought I had her all figured out, something smart would come out of her mouth and surprise me. It was one of the reasons I was so intrigued by her.
She stepped back out of my reach, and with squared shoulders she looked me in the eye. “You need to decide whether I’m your slave or your queen, Nico. I can’t be both.”