Chapter 178 Staring Competition

Chapter 178 Staring Competition
Lila POV

Draven disappeared after fucking me and he was gone all day, so I showered and then put on a new pair of clothes that were set out on my bed.

The clothes were a little baggy again, but I didn’t complain because I wouldn’t be here much longer.

I hadn’t had time to think about what was going on between Draven and me. I bartered for my freedom by fucking him, and he vowed to make me come.

I did everything I could to prove him wrong. I didn’t want that man to be right. I didn’t want to be the victim of a kidnapping and then enjoy my tormentor again just like I did with Nico.

I didn’t think it was possible to get wet for a Nico cousin but I wasn’t wet, I was soaked and it was humiliating.

I despised his arrogance. He moved between my legs that morning and helped himself like I was a toy rather than a person.

He got right to the point and fucked me harder than he did the night before and to make it worse, I came again.

I tried to make myself feel better by convincing myself I was subjected to my anatomy. If you rubbed anything the right way, magic would happen but there was no denying I’d never come that hard in my life.

Nico was good but I can't just explain how it feels to be with Draven not only did he have the right tools, but he knew how to use them.

Why did the best sex of my life have to happen with my mortal enemy?

With the man i had a never-ending blood war with?

Why didn’t I just disappear when rumors was flying around that Nico was dead?

I’d only been there for a few days, so I hadn’t explored the house. We were in a mansion on the hillside of a snowy mountain. All the windows showed the breathtaking view of the snow. I couldn’t see the river from up here because we were too high up.

I didn’t see an escape route even if I could steal one of the cars from the garage, driving in the terrain would be tricky. I hardly drove in the snow, and since I had to drive slowly, I probably wouldn’t make it far before he caught
up with me.

Phillip appeared around the corner, a casual butler that was nothing like Michael, who worked in Nico house.

Phillip didn’t have the same curt mannerisms as Michael, and he was always in jeans. “Lila, Mr moretty wants you to join him for dinner.”
“Address me as Ms. Falcone.” I wasn’t getting any respect around here, and now I needed to demand it.

Phillip expression didn’t change at my request. “Alright. Dinner is served. Will you be joining him?”

“Do I have a choice?”

He shrugged. “You could say no, and I’ll report that to him and then he’ll tell me to come get you again. If you refuse then, he’ll get angry and come after you himself…so you have a choice but no matter what your choice is, you’ll end up in the same place but perhaps it’ll make you feel better because you’ll feel like you had a say in the matter…even though you never really did.”

The thought was depressing because as long as I was in this house, I was subjected to the desires of this psychopath and I didn’t have any rights, and my attitude seemed to turn him on even more because he was a freak.

“So…” Phillip brought his hands together at his waist. “How do you want to do this Ms. Falcone?”

I was hungry, so putting up a fight right now didn’t sound that appealing. “What’s for dinner?”

“Draven favorite. Steak, potatoes, and greens.”
Damn, that sounded pretty good. “Dessert?”

A small smile crept into his lips. “Blueberry pie and ice cream.”

I didn’t have to think it over long. “Alright. I’ll eat with him.” When I lived with Nico, I had the best food I could possibly want and I always ate like a queen, having culinary feasts I never really appreciated.

Now that I back to captivity maybe Nico was really better than Draven. I had lunch alone in my room and this is the first time, I would see the dining area.

I walked into the dining room where the grand table sat. A large window took up the entire wall, and it showed a view of the mountainside.

Snow was falling, hitting the piles of fresh powder softly and Draven sat there, a short glass of scotch in front of him. The bottle beside him was half empty, telling me he already had a few glasses before I arrived. His eyes shifted to me immediately, and he stared at me with the same intensity he always wore, like he might kill me.

I sat across from him. “Wine?” Phillip opened a bottle of red. On the label was a brand I
recognized because I drank it a lot in Nico house.

“Thanks for trying to make me feel at home,” I said sarcastically. “And yes, I’ll take a full glass.”

Phillip poured it before setting the bottle on the table. “I’ll grab the dishes.”

He walked into the kitchen, leaving us alone together.

Whether Phillip was there or not, Draven stared at me the exact same way. He stared like there was nothing he wanted more than to strangle me and fuck me. His broad shoulder blocked the chair behind him completely, and his
tattoos peeked from underneath his shirt to his neck.

His fingers were wrapped around his glass, and he brought it to his mouth to take a drink.

I expected him to make a smartass comment or two, but it never happened. He continued to stare, like I was a TV screen or a piece of artwork that he.could watch for hours. Direct eye contact didn’t make him the least bit
uncomfortable and it didn’t make me uncomfortable either.

He failed to intimidate me, so I held his gaze and enjoyed my own wine.