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 steadythumpof 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.
