Chapter 18 Lila
I came out of the bathroom to find Niko asleep. His body was stretched out across the bed, wrapped up tightly in my blanket. My heart fluttered, and something tugged at me, a feeling I’d been trying to bury—something I didn’t want to admit to him, or even myself.
I had no idea what he’d done to Daniel. By the amount of blood I’d seen, it was obvious he’d killed him. But where he dumped his body, I didn’t have a clue. I knew I should be terrified, worried about my own safety, but the truth of it is… I wasn’t. Not even a little bit.
When he’d come back to me, soaked in Daniel’s blood and his lust-filled gaze turned on me, there was no denying the fire that burned deep in my core.
The way he took what he wanted without asking, and the way his lips had pressed against mine…
something feral had clawed its way out. And I didn’t try to push it away. I gave in to it.
What the fuck did that say about me?
Niko stirred and stretched his arms over his head. He turned to me with a smirk playing on his lips.
“Enjoying the view?” he laughed, and I shook my head.
I didn’t say anything as I stumbled toward him and sat on the bed. He looked me over, his eyes turning dark when he reached my bare legs. Heat pooled between my thighs as our eyes met, and I had to look away from him.
“I want to show you something,” he said, pulling me up as he stood from the bed.
My brows furrowed as he pulled me toward the door.
He pulled out a silver key and slipped it into the lock.
A soft click sounded in the room and he opened the door revealing nothing but darkness.
He glanced back at me and led me out into a dark hallway.
A cold breeze blew against my skin, and a shiver trailed through my body.
“Where are we going?” I asked, a hint of fear in my voice.
He turned to me, placing his hands on either side of my face. He stroked my cheek with his thumb, sending a shiver down my spine. The look in his eyes made my breath catch, something vulnerable hidden beneath the darkness.
“Upstairs,” he whispered before dropping his hands and leading me up the stairs.
We reached the top of the stairs, and a tall wooden door appeared.
Slivers of light slipped through, lighting up the darkened hallway.
I held my breath as he opened it, revealing a large kitchen.
Sunlight poured in from the windows, warming my skin as I stepped into the light.
I closed my eyes, basking in its warmth, and the feel of it against my skin made me smile.
“Feels nice,” I said, opening my eyes and peering out the window.
There was a small shed in the backyard, and behind that was a large, open field. Trees surrounded the area in a large circle, but the land was empty of anything but grass and an overgrown rose bush.
I turned back to Niko, my brow raised in question.
“You wanted to show me your kitchen?” I asked. “Are you telling me you want me to cook for you?”
He shook his head and took my hand, pulling me through the room. He led me into the next area, my eyes lighting up at the sight. It was a living room, for sure, but one that reminded me of those nice mansions you see on TV.
Bookshelves lined each wall, every one of them overflowing with books.
A large leather couch sat in the center of the room, with a glass coffee table in front of it.
In the center was an empty vase, and I thought about the flowers he’d put on my nightstand.
A few feet away was an elegant brick fireplace, the flames inside warming the room.
I peered up at Niko, his gaze set on me.
“You’ve kept me in that room for days when you had this upstairs?” I joked.
His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“I was worried you’d leave,” he mumbled, running his hand through his thick, curly hair. “You still might.”
“Who’s to say I won’t leave right now?”
His fists clenched and my body stiffened as he grabbed my arms and pushed me against the wall.
Darkness flickered in his eyes as he reached up, wrapping his hand gently, but firmly around my throat.
His thumb caressed my lips and fear gave way to arousal as he pressed into me, my body melting into his.
“I say you won’t,” he growled.
I trembled against him as he slid his knee between my legs and rubbed against my clit. Heat pooled in my stomach, finding its way to my clit, and I pressed against him, urging him to continue.
We stared at each other, my arousal growing with each passing second until he released my throat and backed away.
His muscles relaxed as he grabbed my hand and led me from the room toward a narrow staircase.
As we ascended, I noticed that all the picture frames were empty.
I stopped midway through, my eyes darting between each one.
“Why are they empty?” I asked.
Niko turned to me, confusion etched into his features. I motioned toward all the picture frames and he shrugged.
“All of them are empty. Why have them if there’s no pictures?”
His shoulders slumped as he looked up at them, pain flickering in his eyes as they darted between the empty frames.
“They were all pictures of my dad. This used to be his house,” he admitted, and my heart sank.
“So, when he… died, I took them all out and burned them. I remodeled the house completely over time. There’s not an ounce of evidence left to show that he ever lived here.
I was hoping to one day fill them with my own pictures. ”
I gave him a nod, unsure of what to say, and we continued up the stairs.
We came to a hallway with doors on either side, and he led me into the second one on the left.
When we walked through, his scent wrapped around me like a cocoon.
I sank into it, something about it bringing me comfort.
I gazed around the room, taking everything in before dropping Niko’s hand and walking forward.
The room was painted dark grey with long curtains to match.
A king-size bed sat in the middle, the sheets and comforter silky and black.
On each side of the bed was a nightstand, both of them completely barren.
To the left was his dresser, with random things cluttering its top and a large mirror hanging overhead.
I stared at my reflection, noting the dark purple bruises that lined my throat from his hand.
I brushed my fingers over them, something warm and feral sinking into the pit of my stomach.
Niko stood behind me, his arms hanging loosely at his sides. His eyes met mine in the mirror, and I turned to face him, feeling that all too familiar ache between my thighs.
“Why are you showing me all this?” I asked, gesturing around the room.
“How can I expect you to trust me if I don’t give you a reason to?” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “I can’t think of a better way than to let you roam freely in my house.”
My brows raised at the implication that he trusted me enough to let me roam freely.
The sound of my heartbeat filled my ears as I stepped forward and placed my hand on his shoulder, sliding it down to rest on his chest. I felt the steady thump of his heart against my palm as I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to his.
A low moan vibrated through his chest as he dug his fingers into my hips. The length of his cock pressed into my leg, and I moved my hand down, slipping it beneath his sweatpants. He sank into my touch as I began to stroke him, a slew of curses leaving his lips.
"Tell me you want me," I breathed.
His grip tightened as I quickened my pace, his eyes growing heavy with lust.
"I want you, Lila," he moaned. "I want all of you. I want your love, your hate, your desire, your anger. I want every dark, twisted part of you."
My breathe caught, and tears sprang to my eyes as his words reverberated through my skull.
“Then take me.”
Suddenly, he reached down and lifted me into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist. We stumbled toward the bed, our kiss deepening, and I felt my body shuddering with need.
He threw me down and tore off his pants, his cock already hard.
The way his tall frame towered over me made my thighs clench together involuntarily, and I felt my arousal coating the soft fabric of my panties.
Desire rippled inside me as he placed his hand between my thighs, rubbing my clit through them.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to my ear, the smell of him making me quiver.
“You’re so wet for me, aren’t you?” he laughed.
He slid his finger down my slit, and my hips bucked at the sensation, searching for friction.
“Y-yes,” I stuttered.
I moaned deeply, feeling the warmth of my arousal spread through my stomach and landing straight in my clit.
In one quick motion, he ripped my panties free, the tear of the fabric sounding louder than it was, and threw them to the ground next to his sweatpants.
He pushed me into the center of the bed, his fingertips teasing my entrance.
The world fell away as I lost myself in him, giving into the arousal that pooled in my stomach.
He reached down and pulled my shirt over my head, revealing my naked body.
His lips wrapped around the peak of my nipple, flicking his tongue over it rapidly.
I arched into him, the need in me growing to brand new heights as he tugged on it between his teeth.
The tip of his cock grazed against my pussy, and I brought my hips forward, urging him to continue. He reached up and grabbed a fistful of hair, tilting my head back so our eyes met.
“Tell how much you want me,” he breathed.
He teased my entrance, his cock gliding up and down my slit. I whimpered as he barely pressed into me, my body shaking, begging for him.
“Please, Niko,” I begged, my voice quivering. “I need it. So fucking bad.”
He pressed in just a little more, a devilish grin slipping across his lips.
“I like it when you beg.”
With a single thrust, he sheathed himself inside me.
My back arched as he sat up, his knees pressing into the bed, and pulled my legs up to drape over his arms. He wrapped his hands around my thighs and drove into me deeper with my ass lifted up in the air.
His head tilted back, a deep growl filling the room as he pulled out so just his tip remained inside me and slammed back into me with a savage thrust.
“Oh, god, Niko,” I whimpered.
With each thrust, I felt my walls tighten, a tingling sensation making its way through my stomach.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” I panted.
“Not yet,” he snarled.
He leaned down and flipped us over, his fingers digging into my hips. I gazed down at him, seeing nothing but desire pooling in his eyes, and started rolling my hips. My hands pressed against his chest as he met every movement with a thrust, pulling me deeper into my lust-filled haze.
“Oh, fuck, Niko. I need to come,” I begged, tears welling in my eyes.
I let out a soft whimper as he slammed into me, pushing me closer to the edge of bliss. My pace quickened, the need to come almost painful as I felt my walls begin to spasm.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as he leaned up and flipped us over again. My legs were draped over his shoulders, and my knees pressed into my chest as he buried himself inside me. I gasped as he seemed to go deeper and deeper with each violent thrust.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to my ear.
“Come for me, Lila.”
I shattered at his words, my orgasm hitting me full force. A shrill cry tore from my chest as stars exploded in my vision. The world went silent as I gave into it, my body writhing in purse ecstasy. Every broken part of me melted away asI lost myself in him and this feeling.
He pulled himself free, flipped me over to my stomach, and pressed me face down into the bed. As he reached over, he pulled something from the nightstand drawer, something silver glinting in the lamplight. My breath caught in my throat as I saw him grab a switchblade and bring it behind me.
“Do you trust me, Lila?”
I gave him a single nod, before he slowly sank back into me, my lips parting in a silent moan. His thrusts grew violent, and I felt my body grow tense, another orgasm approaching.
“How do you feel about mixing pain with pleasure?” he chuckled darkly.
My body sank deeper into the bed as he pressed into me, and I shuddered as I heard the click of the switchblade. He ran the tip of the blade gently over my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
“Yes. Please,” I panted.
My mind was pulled in too many directions, my impending orgasm ripping the fear straight from my chest. I felt the bite of the blade as he slid it across my skin, blood trickling from the wound.
I couldn’t move as he sank the blade into my skin again, an orgasm ripping through me with ferocity. I fought to stay still, unsure of what he was doing, but my brain was too hazy to care.
He leaned down, pressing his tongue to the wounds he’d created, and licked away the blood that had begun to pour from my skin. I didn’t have time to think as he fucked into me harder, his free hand reaching up to grip my throat as he dropped the switchblade on the bed.
Dark spots filled my vision as he tightened his grip, sucking the air from my lungs. My walls clenched and spasmed around him as his thrusts became punishing, my pussy aching with every movement.
Niko writhed on top of me as he climaxed, and his grip on my throat loosened.
Air began to fill my lungs again, and his cock twitched as he filled me.
The warmth of him slipped down my inner thighs and his head fell forward, resting against my shoulder.
His tongue glided across my skin to lick away the remaining blood.
When he pulled his cock free, I felt my body shiver at the sudden emptiness.
Some twisted part of me ached to be in his presence, to feel the warmth of his skin against mine.
I didn’t want to think about the fact that I was still falling for my captor, the man who murdered my ex-boyfriend, his own father, and the man who dared touch me at the club.
When I started falling for my captor, the man who had murdered more people than I could keep track of, I knew I was well and truly fucked.