Chapter 34 Crawl To Me Pet
Nico POV
But then why did I now feel the sharp jab of doubt against my chest, thinking about Nikolai, lila, my mother, and the entire situation that surrounded us all?
I couldn’t allow it. Protecting our family, providing for them, and being the leader they all needed was my number one concern…no matter how much doubt currently choked the life out of me.
No matter what happened, I had no choice but to see this through. I’ve come this far, and I don’t plan on failing now…not even when the woman whose life I’m supposed to take was busy cracking through the stone surrounding my fucking soul.
The next morning I stood by my bedroom window staring out. Lila was right. It was because of Nikolai and childhood memories that I hated the fucking view.
In fact, I didn’t just hate the view, I hated the garden and the house too. I hated everything that reminded me of how my life once was.
With a sigh I glanced at my wristwatch. It was almost eight in the morning. It would be a few more hours before my package arrived on the Falcone doorstep which would lead them straight to me.
I wasn’t concerned that they would go to the cops. My instructions that would be delivered with the severed hand missing a finger were clear. No cops, or the next package delivered would be that of their daughter’s head.
Let’s just hope the Falcone weren’t fucking stupid by not following my instructions to the T. The thought of cutting off lila head amused me for a while…but now, not so fucking much.
For some weird and wonderful reason I was growing attached to that pretty face of hers…and smart mouth.
Unfortunately I’ll have to work on that, get rid of that sense of attachment I was feeling since in the end, she would die.
Making my way to lila quarters, I tried my best to ignore how my heart started to beat faster and faster the anticipation that started to brew inside my stomach the closer I got to her.
Images of her naked, wet body squirming against mine while rocking to the rhythm of how my fingers thrust inside her, spread through my mind like the fucking black plague.
It slowly, surely consumed me, infecting me, making me feel like having her completely was the only fucking cure to release me from the disease of raw lust pulsing through my groin. What was this woman doing to me?
The trolley carrying the breakfast I had ordered was already standing in front of the door. It’s been days since she ate. She couldn’t go without food for much longer.
I had to get her to eat something. But while I’m doing that, I’m going to use the time to break down that iron will of hers, and in turn bring out the woman craving domination.
God knows I’m going to enjoy every moment of it.
Lila POV
The lights went on, blinding me. Somewhere between thoughts of Damon finishing what he started by beating me to a pulp, and Nico setting my body on fire with his touch, I fell asleep.
It wasn’t a peaceful sleep. I didn’t experience those two seconds when you wake up thinking that the hell you’ve been through was only a bad dream, and that you’re back in your own room living your normal life.
The instant I woke I knew exactly where I was…and I knew he was standing next to me.
“Good morning, lila.”
I moaned, my head pounding, my body aching, and my stomach complaining as if my throat had been cut off. The hunger and pains returned…with a vengeance.
I pushed myself up and wiped the hair out of my face.
“You look like hell.”
I glowered his way. Like always he looked dapper in a gray suit, his ink black hair groomed to perfection.
Along with his familiar scent of cedar wood, amber, and peppermint, I also caught the smell of the citrus shampoo the same shampoo I used yesterday.
“So after our very eventful evening last night I’m sure you are famished.” He glanced to the door and my gaze followed, settling on the same trolley he brought in yesterday.
And then the smell hit me, ricocheting right to the center of my gut.
Every instinct I had told me to launch at that trolley and stuff my mouth with anything and everything I could find. My blood was already pumping vigorously, adrenaline surging through my body, readying me to fight and kill if I have to.
“God you’re about to turn into a savage, aren’t you?”
I looked up at him, unable to open my mouth since I might end up tearing through every ounce of food on that trolley.
Nico grabbed a chair, sat down and opened one of the silver domes.
“Come, eat.”
I wasn’t about to let him invite me twice. I jumped to my feet, the towel dropping from my body to pool around my feet.
“Not so fast.” He held out his hand, and I crouched down to pick up the towel.
“Stop.”
I didn’t move.
“Leave the towel.”
“But I”
“Shut up. Leave the towel, and get on your knees.”
“Excuse me?” I glared at him.
“Let me assure you, Miss Falcone, now is not the time to be stubborn. Now, leave the towel and get on your knees.” He cocked his head to the side. “That’s if you want to eat.”
I swallowed hard. “Why do you want me on my knees?”
“Just do it.”
“Why?”
He smirked, then reached for something on the trolley. I watched as he popped one of the reddest, ripest, most delicious looking strawberries I have ever seen into his mouth.
Licking my lips I imagined how the sweetness would burst in his mouth as he bit through it. The tiny little pips crunching between his teeth.
“Please,” I heard myself say. It wasn’t my intention to beg, but my body was ravenous, starved, and it took precedence over my need to fight, and to be stubborn.
“There is more than enough for me to share with you, just get on your fucking knees.”
Forcing back tears, fighting against my will not to succumb, I slowly eased onto my knees.
“Good. Now crawl to me.”
My eyes shot up to his, defiance burning the inside of my chest. But I saw the determination in his eyes, I saw the resolve on his features.
I was too weak to fight him today. Too hungry, too thirsty, too tired. Not today. I couldn’t fight him today…so I crawled. I crawled like a pathetic fucking dog to its owner in hopes of getting a treat. With every inch I moved closer toward him, I hated him, I hated myself, my body for needing fucking food so much that I was willing to let myself be humiliated this way.
“Hmm, you have no idea how fucking good you look on your knees, little pet.” His voice was a dark hum of dominance and sexual allure and God help me, but it woke the toxic anticipation inside my core.