Chapter 87 Powerful Nico
Lila POV
When I heard his footsteps outside the bedroom door, I held my breath because he seemed to have know me better than I knew myself now but how was I going to manage keeping this secret from him?
I tied my robe, my hands brushing against my stomach and my heart skipped a beat, I really have to keep this secret. “Why are you not in bed?”
I looked up. “I’m feeling better.”
“Doc tells me he’s been up here to see you again.”
My heart stopped. “What else did Doc tell you?”
“Just that he’s sure your fainting spell was stress related.”
I let out a breath and tried to muster up a smile. “See, I told you I was fine.”
He sauntered toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. He managed to always make me feel like the prey whenever he approached me with such confidence, such hunger reflecting in his eyes.
“Uncle Lucas would like us to join them for dinner tonight are you up for it?”
No. “Yes.”
He smiled. “Good.” He took my chin between his fingers. “After dinner, I’m going to find out just how fine you really are.”
My body shivered, the sound of hidden promises in his words making me hyper aware of the sexual tension that always sparked between us. It was undeniable and neither he nor I could stop it or fight against it. It was like a force of nature that no one could control. I didn’t want it controlled. Unfortunately, our situation no longer depended on what I wanted or what him wanted. It was no longer just us.
I gave a subtle step back. “I suppose I need to get ready for dinner then.”
“Why did you do that?” His brows slanted inward.
“Do what?”
“You stepped away from me. Why?”
“I didn’t.”
His eyes narrowed. “You did.”
My heart started to race, and the way he looked at me had me nervous. He stepped closer, and without warning, his arm shot out, and he grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. “Don’t ever do that again to me. Do you understand?”
I swallowed hard, dark angry eyes boring into mine. I knew the right thing, the normal thing for me to think right then was for him not to hurt me but by the way he tightened his grip at the back of my head, the pain that seared my scalp, all it did was wake my body, igniting a fire that could only be extinguished with ecstasy. Right at that moment, all I wanted and needed was for him to wrap his other arm around me and show me how truly twisted we really were but he gave another jerk, and I yelped as a strong current of need crashed against my core the same time I felt the pain of him pulling my hair. “I asked, do you understand?”
I lifted my chin and kept my gaze on his. “Yes.”
His gaze moved from my eyes to my lips, and I could feel how hard and ready he was for me. God, I wanted him. I wanted him so much, my entire body ached, his tongue slipped out of his mouth and eased over his lips. It made me want to taste him and I wanted to be reminded of the bittersweet taste of him in my mouth.
“Tonight,” he whispered with a promise and let go of my hair. I remained still, not daring to move. Firstly because he had already warned me never to step away from him again, and secondly because my body was under his spell, heeding no other command than to be taken by him.
He stepped back, and his eyes made no secret as to what he wanted. His gaze alone told stories of sordid affairs and wicked touches.
“Go get ready while I pick out something for you to wear.”
“You won’t let me pick my clothing?”
The corner of his mouth turned up in a sly grin. “Of course not.”
Of course not he was not a man who would willingly change his possessive ways and I loved it. Even though I was the one whose choices were taken away, I liked the sense of power it gave me to know a man like him felt possessive over me. The more time I spent in his presence, the more I submitted to him, the more I realized how much I loved rendering such powerful actions from a man as influential and powerful as Nico.
On my way to the bathroom, I stopped by the door, keeping my back toward him. Slowly, seductively, I untied my robe and gently eased it off my body until it pooled around my feet. By the way my skin tingled and my stomach clenched, I knew he was watching me. I could feel his gaze caressing me, touching me, claiming me. It was something I could easily have grown addicted to the feeling of being wanted by a man to a point where he needed to control all of me.
Without saying a word, I walked into the bathroom, not closing the door behind me because he had warned me the day before to not close the bathroom door and I was an obedient little pet to my master, for I had long realized my reward was worth every choice I was being denied.
When I stepped into the shower, I realized that for the last ten minutes, while I was under the spell of a man that now ruled every aspect of my life, I didn’t once think about the two pink lines. Two thin little pink lines that I had to keep hidden for as long as possible.
As I walked out of the bathroom, he stood by the closet holding out a white cocktail dress. I moved toward him. “You seem to have a thing for white dresses.”
“I have a thing for you in white dresses.” He held up his other hand. “And heels, too.”
I snickered. The mischievous grin on his face showed a different side to him, a playful side a human side.
I dropped the towel I had wrapped around me, and as he continued to watch me, I slowly pulled the dress on. It was a sleeveless dress with sparkly beads creating a belt around the waist and unlike the one I wore earlier, this one had a flair from the waist down. I closed the zip on the side when he went on his knees. What is he doing?
Softly, he wrapped his hands around my ankle, caressing my skin. I couldn’t take my eyes off him crouched before me as he gently slipped the stiletto-heeled shoe on my foot. It was something I never thought I’d see Nico on his knees in front of me. This big, powerful man was on the floor kneeling, placing a shoe on my foot like he was the slave and I the mistress the queen. The sight took my breath away, and it made my heart feel too big for my chest. The moment felt so surreal.