“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 warmthof 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 trulyfucked.
Wesatonthecouch with Lila between my legs and her back to my chest. I ran my fingers through her crimson hair as she turned the pages in her book, wondering if this was what life would be like with her. A shiver ran through her as I eased my fingers down her neck, then onto her shoulder, grazing the long, jagged cuts I’d put there only hours ago.
Fear had briefly flickered in her eyes before I’d dragged that blade across her skin. Then, I felt the shift between us—the way she had finally given in and let her own monster out. I knew trust didn’t come easily to her and wasn’t something I could force on her. She had to do it in her own time, and I only had two days to prove to her she belonged here with me.
My phone dinged from the kitchen, pulling me from my thoughts, and I sat up, slipping from under her. She groaned as I moved, a frown tugging at her lips. I kissed her forehead and walked to the kitchen, picking up my phone to see a text from Vince.
It was Steven’s name, address, phone number, and work location, along with a photo of what he looked like. He had salt-and-pepper hair, the same piercing blue eyes as Lila, and lips that turned up at the edges just like hers. I glanced back at her, sensing her eyes on me, and smiled at her before returning to the text.
I shot Vince a text thanking him, and he sent me a thumbs-up in return. I shook my head and put my phone in my pocket, heading back toward Lila. She sat up on the couch as I approached and placed the book on the coffee table. I sat down, running my fingers along the scars on her thigh.
“I’ve gotta go run an errand,” I said, feeling my heart sink as I said the words. “I don’t know how long it’ll take.”
