Chapter 14 Lila #2
“I’m sorry,” Jason said, rubbing small circles along my back.
I shrugged and let out a sigh.
“When I turned eighteen, I got in contact with my dad, thinking maybe things were different since he seemed to have a change of heart. I hoped that he was just too afraid or ashamed to come back and see me.”
I finally turned to look at Jason, feeling his gaze burning a hole in me. His eyes were full of anger and pain, a hint of something darker swirling in them. I swallowed down a lump forming in my throat and pressed forward.
“The day I went to see him, his wife answered the door. At first, she had no idea who I was until I told her my name. She looked… disgusted. When I asked to speak to my father, she said no, said he wanted nothing to do with me. I begged and pleaded until my father finally came. He told me he wanted nothing to do with me, that I was part of a time in his life that he wanted to forget. He said I was nothing more than a distant memory and I had no place in his life anymore.”
Tears started to pour down my cheeks again, the pain of that day feeling like a fresh wound as I replayed his words in my head.
“He shut the door in my face and left me there crying, begging for a chance. That night, when I got home, my mother was furious when I told her where I’d been. She beat me so badly I blacked out. After I came to, I packed my bags and never looked back.”
Jason reached over, wiping the tears from my cheeks, and he scooped me up in his arms, holding me to his chest.
“I’m sorry for the life you had to live,” he said, pressing his lips against my cheek. “You deserved, no, deserve, better than that.”
My heart fluttered at his words, feeling the weight of them sink deep into my skin. Something twisted in my stomach, an emotion I’d long since buried, and I pulled away from him.
“What’s his name?” he asked.
“Who?”
“Your dad. What’s his name?”
“Steven Thatcher. Why?”
“Just curious.”
He pulled me in tighter, his breath brushing against my cheek as he let out a shaky sigh.
“My name’s not Jason,” he said, and my brows furrowed in confusion.
I pried his arms from around me and sat forward, turning to face him.
“What?”
“That night at the club, it wasn’t supposed to go that way. You were never supposed to see me or talk to me. When you introduced yourself, I panicked.”
“Why are you telling me this now?” I asked, anger finding its way into my voice.
“Because I thought you should know,” he said. “I can't expect you to trust me if you don't even know my name.”
I stood from the bed, my hands clenching into fists, and gazed down at him. He sat on the bed, his arms crossed over his chest, his green eyes blazing brightly.
“Why am I not surprised you gave me a fake name?”
He stayed silent, his muscles tensing as I started to pace the room.
“What is your name?” I asked.
“Niko.”
“Why the fuck am I here, Niko? Why did you bring me here?”
No reply.
“Come on. Be honest. I just poured my fucking heart out to you, and you can’t even tell me why I’m here?”
Anger flared in my chest, and my hands shook as I stopped in front of Niko, feeling the weight of it all crashing down on top of me.
I was stupid to think that I was anything more than a hole to be fucked and eventually killed.
“What do you plan to do with me? Keep me here until you’re done with me, then kill me? Dump my body out in the open for all the world to see?”
He jumped up from the bed and wrapped his hand around my throat. His lip turned up into a snarl, his eyes growing dark as he pushed me against the wall.
“I would never kill you,” he said.
Suddenly, his hand gripped my hair, pulling me into him.
Our lips met in a fiery kiss, and a low growl rumble came from deep in his chest. Heat pooled in my core and sent sparks of arousal straight to my aching clit.
His cock pressed into me, and I started to grind against it, my fear turning into something feral.
A moan slipped from my lips as he slid his hand into my sweatpants, his thumb grazing against my clit.
He pushed me onto the bed, rubbing the bulge of his cock against me.
His fingers slid down my slit, my arousal coating his fingers, and he groaned into me, his tongue pressing deeper into my mouth.
I gasped as he shoved in two fingers, pumping into me with such ferocity I almost came instantly.
My back arched as his palm rubbed against my clit and his fingers curled inside me, sending me into a pleasure filled frenzy.
I grabbed at his pants, trying to free his cock, but he pulled my hands away, pinning them both over my head.
“So needy,” he chuckled, his breath warm against my neck.
“Please,” I begged as I forgot everything that had led us here. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
I whimpered as he pulled his fingers free, licking and sucking my arousal from them. He moaned softly, his eyes closing for just a second before popping back open and peering down at me.
My body trembled as I rubbed against his leg like a dog in heat, desperate for some kind of friction. His hand grabbed my hair and pulled, my neck straining as I looked up at him. The green of his eyes was nearly black as his pupils dilated.
“Please, what?” he asked again, his voice deep and gruff.
“Please, fuck me,” I whimpered, the ache between my thighs unbearable.
He smiled and flipped me onto my stomach, pulling my pants down to my ankles.
I heard the zipper on his pants, and I shivered, the anticipation of what was coming making me spiral.
The tip of his cock traced up and down my slit, and my hips pushed against him involuntarily.
His body pressed into mine, the weight of him making me sink further into the bed, and I let out a strangled moan as he continued to tease me.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered, his breath hot on my cheek.
With one savage thrust, he entered me, and my hands gripped the blanket beneath me.
I let out a shrill cry as I felt my pussy stretch around him.
He pulled out and then pushed back in, my hips rising to meet every single thrust. My body trembled as he fucked into me roughly, the need in me rising by the second.
His arm slid around my chest and wrapped around my throat, and panic seized my chest.
“I won’t hurt you,” he whispered, “unless you want me to.”
A moan slipped free as he slowed his pace, his cock hitting at just the right spot. I could feel my release as he pulled back, slowly filling me.
“Come for me, Lila,” he said. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
His words pushed me over the edge, and I felt my walls spasm as my eyes rolled back.
“Oh fuck,” I whimpered.
I tightened around him, my body tingling, sparks flying across my skin, as my orgasm erupted.
I trembled beneath him, my back arching as it hit in full force.
I clawed and pulled at the blanket, feeling the weight of my orgasm press into me.
Stars exploded in my vision as I gave into the pleasure that rolled through me like a tidal wave.
Niko pulled free, flipping me onto my side, one leg straight and the other bent.
He wrapped his hand in my hair, pulling my neck so I could meet his gaze as he shoved into me with so hard, my brain was screaming at me to run.
I cried out as pain mixed with pleasure, and his grip tightened in my hair.
He sank deeper into me, filling me fully, and I reached behind me to grab at his arm.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I screamed, feeling another orgasm coming on.
He pulled back, freeing his cock before slowly entering me again, burying himself to the hilt. Tears streamed down my face as a burning fire erupted in my core. I convulsed beside him, his thrusts unrelenting, bliss filling every part of me as I came again.
Niko let out a feral growl as he reached his climax, spilling his warmth into me.
I shuddered, feeling his cock twitch, a warm sensation flowing through me as he filled me with cum.
I whimpered as he gave one more thrust before slipping free.
He fell over beside me, pulling me into his arms, and trailed soft kisses down my neck.
Too many emotions whirled in my chest—fear, panic, contentment, joy.
I pulled away from him and stood from the bed, pulling my sweatpants back on. Everything slammed into me all at once, and I turned to him with tears in my eyes.
“Get out,” I breathed.
“What?”
“Get. Out.”
He rose from the bed and got dressed. He reached for me, but I backed away, watching as grief flickered in his eyes. I turned away, refusing to look at him, feeling the heat of his gaze on my back.
“Please, Niko, just go.”
I heard the soft shuffle of his footsteps, then the loud click of the lock before the door slammed shut. When I turned to see he was gone, I fell to my knees, broken sobs wracking my chest, letting all my emotions run free.