Chapter 27 He's all I need
Lila POV
He leaned closer, his beard brushing softly against my cheek. “Your need for pain, for pleasure, is rooted to your deepest, darkest desires that can’t be met by just anyone.”
Then he was gone, leaving my skin hungry for more. I didn’t dare turn around when I heard him shuffling behind me. I couldn’t. My body was on fire, and it wasn’t because of Damon belt. It was because of Nico touch.
One simple touch and he managed to turn my body against me. So easily he affected me, igniting that craving I’ve carried around inside me for so long.
This man who seemed to have one goal, which was to destroy me, had the power to bring my body to life with nothing more than a simple stroke of a fingertip. Not only was he the devil of my hell, but he had the demonic power to wake my most carnal desires, leaving my body aching, and my mind in chaos.
I had to try harder.
“You’re wrong about me.” My voice lacked conviction, my body recognizing the lie in every word.
“I don’t think I am, lila.”
I sensed him before I felt him. His scent surrounded me, his heat enveloping me. The air around us was laden with desire, the tension making it almost impossible to breathe right. The second he pushed his naked body against my back, I whimpered from the contact.
So much heat, so much desire…so many unwanted feelings, it felt like I was floating in a cloud of confusion, contradictions surrounding me like a threatening thunderstorm.
Once again my mind and my body were battling a war deep inside me, a war that threatened to break down every stronghold protecting me from succumbing, to surrendering to the one man whose sole purpose was to destroy me.
“Tell me, lila. Tell me that your body isn’t responding to mine.” He flexed, and I felt his cock push against the hollow of my back.
“Fuck knows my body keeps responding to you, no matter how hard I try to fight it.” He moved, pushing me toward the shower.
“Every time my cock gets hard around you, I curse the desire that burns in my loins. I hate the need that consumes me whenever I come close to you. I abhor the lust that pulses through my body every time I goddamn look at you.”
His words, his voice, the feel of his naked body against mine were all working together, guaranteeing a landslide win for my body, my mind not standing a chance.
A few more steps and he had successfully coaxed me into the shower one step at a time, and all I could think about was how I didn’t want him to leave, how I didn’t want him to pull his body away from mine.
I loved his heat, yet hated the way my thighs clenched. I relished the feel of skin against skin, but despised the way his touch electrified me. He…me…us, whatever was happening between us was an extreme paradox as we hated and desired at the same time.
The water that came down on us was hot, but not as hot as his body searing my skin.
He kept pushing until my front was pressed against the wall of the shower. He placed his strong arms on either side of me, cocooning me, his heat surrounding me completely.
I was slipping. I was slipping down to the deepest parts of Hell by allowing my body to overrule my mind. This was all so goddamn twisted, sick, and wicked…exactly what I’ve always wanted, and fighting it seemed all the more impossible.
God, I hated myself. Maybe I deserved Damon lashings. Maybe I deserved to be killed by the Moretti, by anyone for that matter.
My body, my soul was too wicked to go unpunished, which is probably why my fate had brought me here, to meet my ultimate demise.
Then you might as well just give in and let out the warped desire since you’ll die soon anyway…
“Tell me your body isn’t on fire for me right now, Lila.”
“Nico…”
His hand dipped between me and the wall, and for the life of me I couldn’t stop myself from shifting my body, pushing harder against him, allowing his hand to settle between my legs.
I gasped and moaned at the same time he dragged a finger through my slit.
“Jesus Christ, lila. Your body is dripping for me.”
It was true. From the desire that pulsed inside me, I knew my need was pooling between my legs.
He pushed his cock against my ass, thrusting so hard that my feet lifted off the floor, his finger slicking deeper between my legs.
“I bet there’s a raging war going on inside that little head of yours. You’re probably cursing your body while your mind is hating me so fucking much right now.”
More hard thrusting, more touching and flicking between my legs. My body was on the verge of exploding, my mind spiraling out of control with all the mixed emotions and feelings currently twisted together in the pit of my stomach.
“You can’t do this to me,” I whispered, my cheek plastered against the wall.
He flexed behind me, pushing his hand deeper between my legs before slipping his finger easily inside me. A loud moan escaped me, and I pushed my ass harder against him.
“It seems like I already did.”
“Oh God…”
Soft lips found the delicate skin of my neck, and once again my body overruled my head by allowing me to tilt my neck to the side, wanting to give his lips more of me to kiss, to devour.
It was the most intense high I had ever experienced the fight, the surrender, the downright fucked-up-ness of it all. Everything about us, right now, in this moment was insanely powerful.
I couldn’t stop my body from rocking against him, wanting his finger to move inside me. “This is wrong on so many levels, Nico.”
“Which is why it feels so fucking good.” A second finger entered me, my entire body shuddering from the pleasure that wracked through my core, up my spine.
He sucked my earlobe between his lips before biting down, the pain ricocheting between my legs where he kept on working me relentlessly.
“You never answered my question, little pet.”
“What question?” He pushed his fingers in deeper, and I moaned.
Slowly he swept my hair together before winding it around his fist, jerking my head back with force that made my scalp sting. “Did my brother fuck you the way you wanted to be fucked?”
Instantly my body went cold, my spine frozen completely. The water cascading down on us felt like hard pebbles rather than soft droplets.
The two fingers inside me were no longer welcome, feeling more like an invasion than a means for release. Mentioning his brother, Nikolai, gave my mind more strength to fight my greedy body.