“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.
Myknucklesturnedwhiteas I clenched my fists, and my hands cramped from the pressure. An ache tore through my chest, squeezing the air from my lungs. I paced in front of the door that led to the basement and fought the urge to run back to her.
Her words repeated over and over inside my head, sending sharp pangs of sadness deep into my being. The way her face had fallen and the look of utter defeat that slowly crept its way into her features had made me stop in my tracks. She needed time, and patience, and to be handled with care.
My hand hovered over the door knob briefly before I pulled open the door that led down to her room. I stared down at the steps, imagining myself running in there and wrapping her in my arms. I wanted to embrace her, to make her feel every ounce of devotion I carried for her. Instead, I stepped back and slammed the door. The windows rattled, and an old picture frame fell to the floor, shattering on impact. Glass shards scattered along the floor, and I reached down, picking up a few large pieces before dumping them in the trash.
I grabbed my phone from the kitchen table and checked the cameras, my heart sinking as I saw Lila defeated and crying on the floor. Her body trembled with each broken sob, my heart breaking with each one. I leaned against thewall and slid down to sit, watching this woman I adored fall apart, unable to give her the comfort she so desperately needed.
Something deep inside my chest burned, a fire sparking just behind my ribcage when I thought about the pain she’d been through. We weren’t unalike in that aspect, our painful upbringings eerily similar.
While she talked about her father, the way he’d abandoned her, I couldn’t help but think of how my own mother had thrown me away like trash. Or how my father raised me to be fearful of him. Every day, he’d raise his fist and I’d cower in the corner, afraid to fight back.
Maybe I should have told her. I should have given her a look into my own trauma, to show her we weren't all that different. But fear of how she’d perceive me held me back. I didn’t want her to look at me with pity like most people had.
I stood from the floor and placed my phone back on the table, the smell of rot filling my nose. I glanced over at Daniel’s body, his eye socket now just one giant black hole, and his mouth agape. His blood had dried on the hardwood floor, creating a crust I knew would be a bitch to clean up. Pushing down all the thoughts that were racing in my head, I started to gather supplies.
