Chapter 63 Taken Wildly
Lila POV
The memory of Rex should have broken the moment. It should have ripped me out of Nico’s hold, shattered the haze, sent me spiraling back into fear and rage and survival. Instead, it did the opposite. It sharpened everything and made every sensation louder, brighter, more desperate because this, this was different. Nico wasn’t taking he was claiming me.
The belt tightened again, not enough to steal my breath completely, just enough to remind me that he controlled it. My lungs burned, my pulse thundered in my ears, and my body responded in the most traitorous way possible arching, opening, begging. I always hated myself for it and I hated him more for knowing.
“Nico…” My voice came out broken, fragmented. His breath ghosted over my ear. “There you are,” he murmured, low and rough, like he’d been searching for me inside the chaos. “You disappear sometimes. I don’t like it when you do that.”
Something about the words not the threat, but the admission sent a violent shiver through me. His hand left my thigh, slid up my spine, fingers splaying across my back as if to anchor me. For the briefest second, the pressure eased. The belt loosened just enough for me to gasp in air. He let me breathe and that alone undid me. “You feel that?” he whispered. “That moment when you stop fighting yourself?”
I swallowed hard, my cheek pressed to the desk, my body trembling between fear and want. “You don’t get to talk like you know me.”
A quiet, almost dangerous laugh brushed against my skin. “I know you don’t want to be owned,” he said. “But I also know you want to be chosen.”
My heart slammed violently against my ribs.
His hand returned between my legs, slower now, deliberate. Not teasing and not rushing just claiming. Every touch carried intent, not just hunger. I felt exposed in a way that had nothing to do with my body. “I see you,” he said again, softer this time. “Even when you don’t want me to.”
The belt tightened once more as his hips pressed against me, solid and unyielding. I felt him hot, ready, real and the truth slammed into me with devastating clarity. I wasn’t losing control, I was giving it.and that terrified me more than anything else he had ever done. “Nico,” I whispered, not in protest this time, but warning. “If we do this”
He stilled, the room seemed to hold its breath.
“If we do this,” I continued shakily, “you don’t get to pretend it doesn’t mean anything.”
For a moment, I thought he would laugh. Mock me and punish me for daring to demand something emotional from a man like him. Instead, his forehead pressed against my back. Just there. Just for a second.I.t was such a small gesture barely anything at all but it cracked something open inside my chest.
“Don’t,” he said quietly. “Don’t ask me to lie to you.”
And then he entered me. The sensation wasn’t just physical it was so overwhelming and consuming, tearing something loose inside me. I cried out, fingers curling against the edge of the desk as my body adjusted, accepted, wrapped around him like it had been waiting.
His grip on me tightened, not brutal now, but desperate. Possessive in a way that felt raw, unguarded. “Mine,” he breathed, voice breaking on the word. The word should have enraged me, instead, it grounded me.
Every thrust was fierce, relentless, but there was something underneath it restraint barely holding together, control fraying at the edges. He wasn’t just taking pleasure. He was also losing himself.
I felt it in the way his breathing stuttered, the way his hand slid forward to lace fingers with mine against the desk, anchoring us together.
And when I shattered, it wasn’t just my body that gave in. It was something deeper and something dangerous.
The silence afterward was louder than the chaos before. Nico stayed inside me longer than necessary, his forehead resting between my shoulder blades, his breath warm and uneven. I didn’t move, I didn’t speak. Neither did he.
When he finally pulled away, it wasn’t abrupt. He eased back, hands lingering at my waist as if reluctant to let go. I turned slowly, expecting to see his usual mask cold, controlled, victorious. Instead, his expression was… unsettled. There was no regret and no sign of satisfaction. Something far more dangerous.
He avoided my eyes as he loosened the belt and set it aside, then grabbed a cloth from the desk drawer, gently, gently cleaning the marks left from the belt on my neck. The tenderness felt almost obscene after what we’d just done.
“You’re going to bruise,” he muttered. I laughed weakly. “That’s what you’re worried about?”
His jaw tightened. “I didn’t say that’s all I’m worried about.”
That made me go still. He stepped back, creating space between us, adjusting his clothes with rigid precision. The shift was jarring like watching a door slam shut after briefly seeing what was inside. I pulled my nightgown back into place, my hands shaking. “So what happens now?”
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he crossed the room and poured himself a drink, downing it in one swallow. “What happens now,” he said finally, “is that you should stop running.”
“And you?” I asked quietly. His eyes flicked to me dark, intense and searching. “And I,” he said, his voice low, “stop pretending I can afford to let you go.”
The words settled between us like a loaded weapon. Before I could respond, his phone buzzed on the desk. Onc, twice..He glanced at the screen and whatever he saw wiped every trace of softness from his face. “What is it?” I asked. He didn’t answer.
He grabbed his jacket, already moving, already slipping back into the man who ruled this world with blood and fear. “Nico,” I pressed. “What’s happening?”
He paused at the door, hand gripping the handle tightly. “My mother,” he said slowly, “just moved up the timeline.”
My stomach dropped. “For what?” I whispered.
He looked back at me then really looked and for the first time since I’d known him, there was no dominance in his gaze. Only warning, “Your family,” he said. “And now… you.”
And then he was gone, leaving the room colder than before, and me standing there with the terrifying realization that whatever we had just awakened between us, the world was about to try and destroy it.