Chapter 47 What changed
Nico POV
“My God, lila.” I let out a breath as I stalked toward her.
She smiled, she actually fucking smiled. “Did you think I ran?”
I stopped two steps behind her. “Yeah. I kind of did.”
“And where do you think I’d run to?” She turned back to look out the window and I couldn’t stop myself from taking those last two steps to close the distance between us.
She sucked in a breath when I pushed my body against hers, the electricity of our attraction buzzing between us.
“Away from me,” I whispered as I nuzzled my nose into her golden blonde hair, loving her sweet scent.
She leaned her head back against my shoulder. “Maybe I don’t want to run away from you.”
“You should.”
“Maybe. But where to?” She turned to face me. “After what I just experienced with you, where would I run? I’ll never have what we just shared with anyone else ever again.
So tell me, nico, where could I go that would actually be worth running away from you?”
Her sapphire eyes twinkled with an ocean of unshed tears, and I caved.
I finally caved giving in to the urge by grabbing her arm and pulling her against my chest, wrapping my arms tightly around her. And the second I did, my entire world shifted.
My need to protect her rather than ruin her shook the very foundation I had built the last few months of my life on.
What if my mother was wrong? What if Nikolai really did love her? God only knew that if this woman was capable of making me feel something, she was capable of making Nikolai fall in love with her.
The thought of Nikolai loving her, touching her, making love to her slammed against my chest, and I wanted to roar like a fucking animal, and claw through the skin of every motherfucker who had ever touched her.
Right now I had no idea what I was going to do, but I knew without a doubt that I needed to do something.
“lila.” I pulled my fingers through her hair before urging her to look up at me. “I know you don’t trust me, but I need you to.”
“Why?”
“Just, trust me. The less you know the better. All I ask is that you do what I tell you.”
She shrugged. “Isn’t that what I’ve been doing all along? Being obedient?”
I took her chin between my fingers and lifted her mouth toward mine. “If what you’ve been doing all along is what you call obedience, I can’t wait to find out what your definition of defiance is.”
Our lips touched, softly, gently, like a slow dance of seduction. Her warm breath mixed with mine, our tongues lightly brushing, caressing, it felt like we were drifting into a world where nothing else existed, only us.
My body hummed, my cock twitched. I wanted her. I wanted all of her all the goddamn time. But time was not on our side, and I needed to get her back to her room before the house started to buzz with life.
With heavy reluctance I pulled my lips from hers.
And when the slightest of moans came from her mouth, I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from tossing her over my shoulder, carrying her to the goddamn bed and claiming that sweet little piece of heaven between her legs until my name was engraved on her motherfucking soul.
“I need to take you back to your room.” I glanced to the torn black nightgown on the floor, then to the white shirt I tossed next to it. “Here.” I grabbed the shirt and handed it to her. “At least this will cover a little more.”
Her heart shaped lips curved into a wicked grin, teasing, commanding me to kiss them again. “I went from washed out rag to a silk nightgown, and now one of the Boss’s shirts. Seems like I’m moving up in the world.”
I grabbed her hips and jerked her against me, letting her feel how hard and ready I was to fuck her again. “That happens when you fuck the Boss.”
She chuckled, and Jesus Christ, the sound made my chest ache. It was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard, and it was like a switch got flipped inside me, turning me from a man who wanted to kill her, to a man who wanted to spend his last dime if it meant making her laugh.
“Come on.”
“nico?”
This time I snickered. “You will never call me sir, will you?”
She cocked a cheeky brow. “Not unless the Boss wants to play, no.”
“Well we’re done playing.” I glanced down at her. “For now at least.”
I grabbed my jeans, and a new shirt from the closet, pulled it on and walked to the door. Lila remained silent and still.
“What is it?”
Her soft eyes found mine. “Did something change?”
“I don’t know…maybe” I roughed my hand through my hair “yes.”
She looked down at her hands clutched in front of her. “What changed?”
How could I explain to her what was going on inside this head of mine if I didn’t understand it myself?
How did I tell her that she managed to thaw the ice that had been occupying my veins for so long? That I was convinced she would be my undoing, but that I would embrace my downfall if it meant seeing her in chains every night, hearing her scream my name while all her pleasure belonged to me?
For the first time loyalty wasn’t my driving force anymore, but rather my desire…for her. But between all of that confusion running rampant inside me, I felt on edge, like disaster was looming around the corner waiting to strike.
“I’m not sure, lila. I’m not sure what changed.”
“What is going to happen to me?”
I sighed, glancing up at the ceiling before I looked down at the floor. “I don’t know. God, I don’t know anything right now.”
My answer didn’t set her at ease. It wasn’t meant to. Right now I wasn’t sure if there was any guarantee for either of us that this entire situation would turn out okay for her or me.
“Come on. We better get you out of here before the rest of the house wakes up.”