NICO POV
I gripped harder and poured the champagne over her lips. She swallowed, but half of it spilled out on the sides, trickling down her chin and neck. My eyes caught the movement of a few droplets, and I watched it slowly trickle down her chest all the way to her nipple until it ran dry. My tongue wanted to lap it up, suck every goddamn drop off her body. She was helpless, and wouldn't be able to do a goddamn thing about it if I decided to drink an entire fucking bottle of champagne off her.
I could do to her whatever the fuck I wanted, and she couldn't do shit about it. I've never taken a woman against her will, neither did I want to. But her? This entire goddamn game just kept on feeding, taunting, and teasing every ounce of desire I had for the darkness, for the forbidden. And God knows she had forbidden stamped all over her. Fuck. It made my cock hard, thinking about how vulnerable she was right now.
When the glass was empty I loosened my grip on her cheeks and moved my fingers down to clutch her chin. "Being stubborn will only make this harder on you."
"Fuck you." Droplets of champagne spewed out of her mouth while her tired blue eyes glared at me.
Good God, I loved her fight. It made me want to test her agility by bending her forward, spreading her legs as wide as her body would allow before I sank my cock inside her, slowly stretching her while her inner walls would pull me in deeper.
I'm so fucked.
I brushed my thumb lightly over her full, tempting lips. "Keep fighting me, little pet. Keep fighting me until your last goddamn breath. It makes me want this so much more."
Her eyes remained focused on mine, but she didn't say a word as I pressed my thumb harder against her lips.
I leaned closer. "You need to realize that no matter how hard you fight me, how difficult you try to make this entire process, I will achieve my goal."
"And what is your goal exactly?"
For a second I glanced down at the spot on her nipple where I knew the drop of champagne stopped, then looked back up at her.
"To make you pay."
If she was pale before, she was Snow White right now.
"How many times do I have to tell you that I had nothing to do with Nikolai death?"
"As many times as you want, but it won't change a damn thing."
My hand inched over her jaw, down her neck. Her skin was soft beneath my fingertips, like silk. And when I felt the vein in her neck pulse to the rhythm of her heart against my palm, a lightning bolt of extreme, dangerous desire shot down my spine causing my cock to ache like a motherfucker. It was like my body had a will of its own, defying my mind around every fucking turn when it came to this woman.
Down, and down my hand inched, my eyes already focused on the destination. Supple, round, slightly more than a palm-full sized breast with a pretty pink nipple begging to be tugged, squeezed and pinched.
"Are you wondering how many times your brother sucked them?"
My eyes shot up to meet hers which were cold and hard as she stared at my face.
"The first time I stood in front of him naked, he stared at my breasts the exact same way you are now."
My heart stammered, and my lungs deflated as a rush of air escaped me.
"He told me that I had the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. And that night, he sucked them both until they were swollen and red."
As if she managed to ignite a goddamn inferno beneath her skin, I pulled my hand away from her like touching her had burned my palm.
"What are you doing?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to figure out what kind of game she was trying to play.
She lifted her chin, newfound confidence beaming from her eyes. "I'm just telling you the story. The story of Nikolai and lila, best friends...even better lovers."
"I know what you're trying to do."
She smiled, her lips pale and dry. "And what is it that I'm trying to do?"
I shifted, bringing my cheek right up against hers, placing my lips by her ear. "You think that placing images of my brother fucking you would stop images of me fucking you from entering my mind."
A rush of air moved across my neck as she sucked in a breath, and I inched forward. "That's right, little pet. My mind is filled with images of me fucking you right now. And let me assure you, knowing that my brother fucked you does not stop my cock from getting hard when I look at you bound by chains with your tits hanging out. But let me ask you this, lila. Did he fuck you like you wanted to be fucked? Did my brother feed your deepest...darkest...most forbidden desires?"
The only sound was that of her heavy breathing, her hot breath coating my skin. With a quick sideway glance my gaze swept toward Damon and his friends, all still laughing and enjoying copious amounts of alcohol.
I grabbed her hip and my fingers speared her flesh. "I knew my brother better than anyone else, and I know for a fact he didn't have it in him to give you what you crave."
"What do you think it is that I crave?" Her lips were so close, I felt it brush against my cheeks.
Slow, leisurely strokes, I moved my hand up the side of her body pushing the tattered fabric of the rag back. The closer I moved my fingers to her breasts, the deeper she started to breathe, the more my cock started to ache.
"You crave something you've never had. I bet you fantasize about it, feeling pain at the exact same time an orgasm rips through your body." My fingertip started to slowly circle her nipple, and I pushed my lips harder against her ear. "How many times have you touched yourself, played with your own pussy, fantasizing about what society deems taboo?"
"Don't"
"I know my brother never gave you that. Do you want to know how I know?"
"How?" she whispered, and I sucked her earlobe
between my lips before letting it go with a pop.
"Because he's not me."