Chapter 65 Been with her
Nico POV
I regretted nothing. Life was just too fucking short to regret the decisions I’d made in the past. And now, while I had my cock buried deep inside the woman that had ultimately changed my life forever, I knew that for as long as I had her, I would never regret a damn thing.
I would never regret saving her. I would never regret killing my own flesh and blood in order to keep her and I would never regret the day I had her kidnapped. Did that make me a soulless bastard?
Yes. Did I care?
No. All I cared about was this addiction that took root inside me the first time I fucked Lila Falcone. It was an addiction stronger than I ever could have imagined. A compulsion that was too strong to fight, too powerful to control. This woman had become my drug, and there was no way in hell I would ever give her up. And by the way her body responded to me every goddamn time told me she felt the same, that she needed my darkness the same way I craved her innocence. I’d corrupted her. I knew that. If it weren’t for me, Lila probably never would have acknowledged the part in her that yearned for the sinful pleasures that belonged in the dark. But truth be told, I fucking loved the fact that it was me who lured her to the shadows.
I felt her body rise and fall beneath me as she tried to catch her breath. “Say it.” I needed to hear it again. I needed to hear it every goddamn day. “You own me, Nico.”
I smiled, appreciating the fact that she had gotten to know me so well. “Never forget it.'
I sat up slightly, and with a gentle touch, I swept her blonde hair over her shoulder. The way her body trembled beneath my touch thrilled me to the deepest parts of my being. Knowing that I wielded that kind of power over her perfect body was downright euphoric. I’d never wanted to possess another human being as much as her. I wanted to hide her from the world, share her with no one. There was this uncontrollable urge that had me wanting nothing more than to own her like she was a priceless possession whose sole purpose was to please me. But I’d be an idiot if I believed that. This woman had become so much more than that to me. Truth was, it felt like she was starting to own me.
“Come on.” I placed a soft kiss on her shoulder and removed the belt from around her neck. “I’d rather not kill anyone today.”
She stood up. “What?”
I wrapped my arm around her waist, swirled her around, and pulled her closer. “I’d have to kill anyone who set eyes on you looking like this.” And that was God’s honest truth. If any man had to see her in the tiny little number she called a nightgown, with her hair all disheveled and that sexed-up look on her face, I’d have no choice but to pop his goddamn eyeballs out of his skull.
Gently, I ran my finger over the red marks around her neck, staring at it. “Why do I like hurting you so much?”
“For the same reason I like being hurt by you so much.”
My gaze shot up to hers, and her blue eyes searched my face. “Someone once told me to not complicate the answers to simple questions.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “He must be a smart man.”
“Smart and stubborn.”
I crouched down and picked up the torn panties, sticking them in my pants pocket.
“Wouldn’t want to leave any evidence behind.”
She let out a soft laugh, and the sound penetrated the stone-cold heart I carried around inside my chest. I had no idea what was happening to me, to us…but by God, I knew that whatever it was, it was something I never wanted to lose. For the first time in my life, I was starting to feel like I was living and not just existing. All because of her, because of the way she was changing me. The best part, she wasn’t even aware she was doing it. It was just fucking happening.
In silence, we walked out of my uncle’s study. This was the first time Lila had left the room ever since we arrived here. She refused to come out of the bedroom, giving me all kinds of excuses. But I knew the real reason. She feared the unknown and refused to face reality. And the reality of the situation was that her father had died. My mother had died. And there was a full-on war raging between me and my younger brother.
All this would be a lot for one person to handle, especially since she had been protected from it all her entire life. She knew nothing of a world where loyalty was worth dying for, yet a life held no value. Finding out that your father hired an assassin to kill the man you thought you loved, a man who also turned out to be a blackmailing gold-digger, had to be a bitter pill to swallow.
Maybe that was the reason for me feeling so protective over her. It was her innocence that pulled me toward her the fact that she was so pure yet had a hankering toward the darkness.
Fuck, I don’t know.
I closed the door behind me, turned around, and saw Uncle Lucas smiling at both me and Lila.
“Uncle Lucas.”
“I see you finally decided to take Lila on a tour of the house.” He glanced down at her naked legs. “In her nightgown, no less.”
I cleared my throat uncomfortably. “Yes. It was a spur of the moment decision.”
He gave me a knowing look. “I’m sure it was. Anyway, do you have a moment? There are a few matters I’d like to discuss with you.”