Lila POV
He leaned closer, his beard brushing softly against my cheek. "Your need for pain, for pleasure, is rooted to your deepest, darkest desires that can't be met by just anyone."
Then he was gone, leaving my skin hungry for more. I didn't dare turn around when I heard him shuffling behind me. I couldn't. My body was on fire, and it wasn't because of Damon belt. It was because of Nico touch.
One simple touch and he managed to turn my body against me. So easily he affected me, igniting that craving I've carried around inside me for so long.
This man who seemed to have one goal, which was to destroy me, had the power to bring my body to life with nothing more than a simple stroke of a fingertip. Not only was he the devil of my hell, but he had the demonic power to wake my most carnal desires, leaving my body aching, and my mind in chaos.
I had to try harder.
"You're wrong about me." My voice lacked conviction, my body recognizing the lie in every word.
