Chapter 28 War of the body
Lila POV
All the lies, all the deceit, the fear came storming back like a hurricane of unwelcome, painful emotions.
“nico, stop.” I placed my hands against the wall trying to push myself back, no longer wanting his body against mine. But his fingers still kept their rhythm, his body not giving way.
“Your head might tell you that you want me to stop, but the slickness of your pussy tells me something completely different.”
“I might not be able to control my body around you, but my mind is stronger than you think.”
“Your head can conjure lies, telling you what you think is right. But your body can’t lie, not to me."
All it took was one calculating move of his thumb, pressing against the spot that made my entire body shake, causing my mind to crumble into nothing but thoughts and images of the most twisted acts of sin.
This was so wrong, too wrong, but I didn’t know how to stop it whether I wanted to stop it.
My body went from hot, to cold, to hot again within the span of a few seconds, my head spinning with the need to fight, yet my body spiraling out of control with the ache to find release.
“Stop fighting it, little pet.”
“Never.”
My body rocked, my mind fought, my insides coiled tight and I was certain I would combust at any second.
Another hard thrust and I braced myself against the wall as he pushed his cock up between my ass cheeks, intensifying the need that throbbed between my legs.
“Do you know what I thought while I watched Damon beat you with his belt?” More thrusts, more relentless touching and penetrating of fingers.
“I thought about how much I wanted to be the one dealing out the lashes. I envied my brother for having the pleasure of painting your body with stripes of red, so much so that I entertained the most murderous thoughts toward my little brother.”
“Yet you saved me from enduring the full punishment.”
“Because I couldn’t stand the fact that you were enduring pain from someone else, and not me.”
A loud crack echoed through the shower, and then came the burn of flesh, the sting of his palm against my ass.
It felt so goddamn good, the pain that rebounded between my legs and up my spine. Nico increased the pressure of his thumb, pushing harder, moving faster in circles of pleasure.
There was no holding back now as I started to pant like a needy whore which was what I had turned into under this man’s touch. A whore who couldn’t fight the animalistic urges pulsing through her veins like venom.
Another hard palm against my ass and I moaned out loud as the pressure in my core started to build, threatening to shatter me.
He moved his hand up my side, over my shoulder, wrapping his fingers tightly around my neck, pushing me closer and closer toward the edge of lust and insanity.
Yet my mind kept on trying to fight it, even though my body had passed the point of no return. I refused to acknowledge the fact that I had lost the fight against his wicked ways and sordid touch, but that imminent release kept getting closer and closer.
“Stop, little pet. Stop fighting what your body wants and needs…from me.”
“I can’t. I will never stop fighting you.”
“Then I’ll just have to try harder in breaking you.” He squeezed his fingers tight around my throat, air becoming less and less. My body moved in sync with the rhythm of how his fingers fucked me, and I knew right then I was lost. My soul, my body, everything was lost.
“Do not deny me your pleasure, little pet. Give me what your body so desperately wants to give.”
He squeezed harder, tighter, until I could no longer breathe in an ounce of air. The pressure in my throat and chest from not breathing, paired together with the pressure building between my legs was indescribable.
It was euphoric yet frightening at the same damn time. My mind no longer fought, finally retreating to the shadows of my depravity.
“Give it to me, little pet. Give me your surrender…now.” Pain seared through my shoulder when he sunk his teeth into my flesh, the last push I needed to splinter into pieces. My body erupted, fiery pleasure spreading through my body like molten lava, burning every last drop of fight I had in me.
The release that wracked through me was so strong, it felt like it had the power to break me in half. My body soared, my mind cried, my soul completely shattered as the climax ripped through me, leaving me shaking and shuddering.
Harder, faster his fingers moved inside me, milking every last ounce of pleasure from me as my release gushed down his fingers and hand. It was indescribable, the sinful decadence of him pushing my body over the edge.
I moaned and gasped for air the second he let go of my neck, the oxygen burning the insides of my throat, my lungs screaming with relief as air finally settled inside my chest.
“Turn around.” He pulled my arm and spun me around, slamming my back against the wall. Water splashed, iron wills crashed while hate and lust clashed like a battle of gods. My legs were shaking, my body still shuddering with the potent remnants of my release.
“Watch me. Look at what you do to me, little pet.”
I glanced down and saw him rubbing his cock, jerking up and down hard and fast. I looked up at him, but he grabbed the back of my head forcing me to look down.
“I said watch.”
Even though self-hatred was now my friend, loathing the fact that I had allowed him to make me come, watching him pleasure himself, seeing the desire that caused his cock to stand proud had me whimpering as a new ache of need started between my legs.
He grabbed my leg, settling it between his hip and arm as he glanced down at the cut he had inflicted earlier.
“I made you bleed,” he whispered, not slowing down on his strokes. “I cut you, and I fucking loved it.”
He looked up and our eyes met, desire staring into desire. Lust staring into lust. I have never experienced anything as powerful, as consuming as this…with him…with my enemy.
Dark eyes bore into mine, everything around us fading to black. I no longer felt the water, the cold of the wall against my back, or the swirling hate toward my own body. All I felt was him…us…now, and the heavy truth that lay on the tip of my tongue.
“Yes.” I never took my gaze from his. “Yes, I loved it, too.”
I closed my eyes, leaning my head back, completely spent. There wasn’t an ounce of strength left inside me, nothing to fight the regret and the revulsion that dropped like a veil over my soul.
I just experienced the most powerful, vehement, intense sexual encounter of my life…and I never hated myself more.