Chapter 38 Don't test me
Nico POV
“Calling you sir just feels wrong.”
“It didn’t feel wrong a few minutes ago, did it?”
Her cheeks flushed, embarrassment painting her face with the kind of red I wanted to see on her ass.
“That was different,” she whispered.
“How was that any different?”
“It just was.”
I stepped forward. “Tell me how it was different, lila.” My voice boomed through the room and I noticed her flinch. I wasn’t angry, I just needed to know what was different for her.
She looked at me, and the intensity in her eyes momentarily took my breath away. “It was different because a few minutes ago you weren’t the man who wanted to kill me.”
Another step, my heart beating faster, my body humming as I got closer to hers. “Who was I, lila?”
She swallowed, her eyes never leaving mine as I continued forward. Something was pulling me, drawing me in, luring me to her like I was no longer the hunter, but now became the prey.
I stopped, my body mere inches from hers. “Tell me, Lila. Who was I?”
She licked her lips. “You were a man who could give me what I need, what I’ve always needed.”
I leaned forward lifting my arm above her shoulder and placing my hand against the wall. “And what exactly is it that you need?”
That’s another difficult question to answer.”
“No it’s not. Your head is overcomplicating the answers.”
The warmth of her breath skidded across my neck, her chest starting to rapidly rise and fall, just like mine.
Her blue eyes studied my face. “Believe me, it’s not my head that’s complicating the answer.”
“Then what is?”
Her eyes searched my face and I loved the way she looked at me with equal parts of lust and fear.
“It’s the fact that after what just happened, even if I survive the wrath of your family, I won’t survive you.”
I lifted my other hand and softly traced the outline of her jaw. “You have that so wrong, little mouse. I no longer think it’s your survival that’s at stake.”
A knock on the outside door pulled me back from a thousand thoughts of how completely fucked I was while staring into her eyes.
I stepped back and glanced down. Her thighs glistened with the wetness slowly easing down from between her legs the evidence of our lack of self-control. I also noticed blood dripping down the inside of her leg from the wound I inflicted on her thigh.
“We need to get that cleaned.”
She snorted. “You want to kill me, yet you worry a tiny wound will get infected?”
“Irony is a bitch, Miss Falcone.”
I tore my gaze from her, then walked over to the trolley, reaching underneath.
“Here.” I tossed her a black silk nightgown.
She caught it then stared at me questioningly. “How did I go from a dirty rag to a silk nightgown?”
I grabbed the last items underneath the trolley. “How did I go from being the man who wanted to kill you, to the man that could give you what you need?”
She bit her bottom lip in silence, then dropped her gaze to the items in my hand. “What is that?”
I placed it on the bed. “Your reward.”
“My reward for what?”
I walked up to her and took her chin in my hand. Leaning in, I placed a chaste kiss on her cheek before pushing my lips against her ears, smelling the citrusy scent of my shampoo on her.
“For being such a good pet.”
She sucked in a wild breath, and I turned around walking out of the room. With every step I took I fought the urge to turn around, to walk back to her. My body felt like it was being torn in two by walking away from her.
I’ve done some wicked things with women before, things that were downright perverted and fucked up. But what just happened between lila and I, even though tame in comparison to what I was capable of, it was the most intense and the best goddamn sexual experience of my fucking life.
And as the door closed behind me, separating me from her, I knew that no matter what was to come, that wouldn’t be the last time I took Lila Falcone.
Thinking that one fuck would be enough to satisfy the hunger stirring inside me was so damn wrong. All it did was aggravate my need for her more.
There was another knock on the door.
“nico, are you in there?”
Fucking Damon.
I punched in the security code and the door clicked open. When I saw Damon, I knew something was up.
“What?”
“It’s Falcone. He got the package.”
I glanced at my wristwatch. How the fuck did I lose track of time? Oh that’s right, because I lost my cock inside the pussy of the one woman I couldn’t fucking have, yet had to claim.
Silently cursing myself and buttoning my suit jacket, I walked out and closed the door before locking it with the code. When I turned around Damon was smiling from ear to ear.
“What the fuck are you smiling about?”
“This shit is about to get real, bro.”
Having it up to my eyeballs with Damon arrogance and lack of understanding exactly how fucking serious this all was, I grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into the wall.
“What the fuck, man?”
“You listen to me, and you listen fucking good. There is nothing about any of this to smile about. Our brother is dead. Our father is dead. That woman in there” I pushed him harder“ she’s going to die along with her father because of the goddamn faith that’s been shoved down our throats all these years teaching us that bullshit of an eye for an eye. So you wipe that smug smile off your motherfucking face before I wipe it off for you.”
With a final shove against his chest, I let go. Damon didn’t take his eyes off me, his face red with what I could only assume was anger.
“What the hell has gotten into you?” He stepped away from the wall.
I lifted my hand and pointed at him, fighting the urge to take out every ounce of pent up fury I had surging through my veins.
“You and that entourage of fuck-faces think that this is all a game, some fucking power trip. You’re right, this shit is real. This shit is more real than your tiny little brain will ever be able to understand.
So why don’t you just go and follow rex around like he’s the goddamn Anti-Christ, and leave the adulting to me.”
Damon stepped up, straightening his shoulders, the challenge between us hanging like thick smoke. “I don’t know what the fuck happened to you, but do not think for one second that I’m going to just be a goddamn spectator when it comes to all of this.