Chapter 62 Twisted together
Lila POV
Dear God. Every word he spoke made my body ache in ways only his touch could soothe. Just his voice, and the promise of bittersweet pleasures hidden behind it, had the power to lure me out, to throw myself freely at the mercy of my predator. My body was already willing me to give up, to give in, to let him do what he did best possess me.
“Are you thinking about it?” More soft yet confident footsteps. “Are you thinking about what I’ll do to you once I find you? How I’ll punish you?”
I swallowed hard.
“The pain. The pleasure. The absolute fucked up of it all. It turns you on. It makes you feel alive…doesn’t it?”
I heard the soft sound of fabric and imagined it being his jacket he just took off. With my eyes closed and my heart racing, I pictured him unbuttoning his white shirt, exposing his smooth, firm, muscular chest one button at a time. Deep inside, something was urging me to walk out, to let him find me, to let Castello do to me as he wished. It was, after all, what I really wanted. To have him bend and break me, to use me for his own pleasure…and mine.
The sharp sound of his belt being ripped from around his waist, leather snapping against leather, made me jolt, a soft gasp escaping my lips.
“Ah, that’s my girl.” By the sound of his voice, I knew he was smiling. “Tell me if I’m wrong, lila. Now that you know what it can be like, you know you won’t be satisfied with anything less ever again. You’re addicted to it. To the power of walking on that thin line between pain and pleasure. It thrills you, doesn’t it, playing in the dark?”
Stop!
I couldn’t take it anymore. Every word that came out of his mouth was laden with threats of punishment and promises of pleasure. The need kept on growing stronger. My very essence yearned for him, my soul pleading for him to give relief against the sordid desires that plagued my body.
With my eyes closed, I allowed a hand to travel down, over my body until I reached below my nightdress.
A soft whimper escaped me when I touched myself while imagining Nico holding his belt in his hand, wanting to feel the leather around my throat.
I moved my legs further apart, the throbbing, the ache consuming me more and more with each passing second. But a strong hand grabbed my arm and ripped my hand away, the lack of touch causing me to moan.
“I told you I’d find you.”
I opened my eyes and stared up into the dark irises of the man that had ultimately possessed every aspect of my life. “I had to try,” was all I managed to say.
He brought my hand up to his face, smelling the fingers that were playing between my legs mere seconds ago. “You tried, but you failed, little pet.” He sucked a finger into his mouth before letting it go with a pop.
I bit my bottom lip. “You wanted me to fail.”
“Of course I did. Did you really think for one second that I would have opened that door for you if I thought there was even half a chance of you actually getting away?” His lips pulled up at the corners, and the scar around his left eye seemed to move, too.
“I don’t know half the time what you’re thinking, Nico.”
His hand came up to my throat, and he squeezed lightly while brushing my skin with his thumb. “When will you learn that the correct way to address me is sir?”
I swallowed hard, desperately trying to calm the hurricane of emotions creating havoc inside me. This man had the power to scare and enthrall me at the same time. Like he could set fire to this burning flame of desire deep within my core while stirring an ice cold current of equal parts fear and doubt inside my head.
Nico Moretti was the ultimate mind-fuck.
He leaned closer, and my stomach clenched tighter when I smelled his intoxicating scent of amber and peppermint. It was the same scent that lingered in the bedroom we shared, whether he was there or not.
“You need to start playing the game correctly, little mouse.”
“By calling you sir? Master? Enslaver?”
His grip around my throat tightened abruptly, and he pushed my chin up toward his face. I was too busy trying to get air into my lungs to notice that his other hand was no longer pushing my shoulder against the wall. Instead, I felt his fingertips softly trace against my inner thigh, just below the hem of my nightgown.
“You know, lila, running half naked through a house filled with mobsters was probably not such a good idea,” he mocked with a wicked grin.
“Probably not,” I choked out, and his grip loosened just a little. “But hesitating after you opened that door wouldn’t have been a very good idea, either.”
“Oh, how fast you’ve learned, little mouse.” He leaned closer even more, brushing his cheek against mine. “And just for that, I’m willing to reward you.” His fingers travelled upward, and my breath hitched. His touch was like a toxin and a cure all rolled into one dose of pure ecstasy. No matter how hard I tried, I just wasn’t strong enough to fight the darkness that lurked inside me, and Castello fed that darkness with his own.
“You’re shivering, lila.” His warm breath softly moved against the skin of my neck. “Why are you shivering? Because you’re scared?” He sucked my earlobe into his mouth. “Or because you’re turned on?”
My entire body felt like a raging volcano, ready to erupt at any moment. His voice, his words, and his wicked ways had the power to consume me within seconds. My strength, my will, was nothing compared to his seduction.
“nico”
“Shhh. I’d rather find out the answer to that question on my own.”
Without warning, his hand slipped between my body, his fingers tearing the thin fabric of my panties.
“nico, what are”
“Shhh, little pet. I’d prefer your body do the talking.” And then he slipped a finger easily inside me. There was no way I could stop the soft sound of need that escaped me, proving to both of us that we were equally fucked up.
He moaned against my cheek. “You see, little pet, your body can’t lie to me.”
“Stop,” I said against his palm. The word, my voice, held absolutely no conviction. None. I’d tried so many times to convince myself that this wasn’t who I really was. That the person I’d become since I met Nico was just a part of me trying to survive in his world. But that was a lie. A big, fat, naïve lie. I was every ounce of twisted as he was.