ログインNico tightened the belt around my neck, leaned down, and pressed himself against me, thrusting into my body. The lack of oxygen intensified all my sensations; I gasped for breath, trying to escape. He thrust deeper and harder, pain and pleasure spreading up my spine, a tingling sensation leaving me weak and collapsing onto the bed. "Can you feel it, my baby?" Another heavy blow, his hand slapping mercilessly against my forced, upturned buttocks. "This is my declaration of ownership over your body." I closed my eyes, enduring his continued penetration, sharp pleasure erupting from that point that threatened to utterly break me. He moved closer, his fingers wiping away the tears on my face. "Your body, your soul, belong to me." Three days after my boyfriend Nikolai disappeared, my life completely collapsed. When I saw him again, I wasn't greeted by the usual warm embrace; Nico Moretti saw me as the murderer of his twin brother. But the punishment I silently endured gradually took a turn for the worse. "If you want to hurt her, then step over my dead body." "Nico, I'm pregnant."
もっと見るLila
If there was one thing I’d learned over the last six weeks, it was that silence could be louder than screaming. It pressed against my ears when I woke up and followed me through the apartment. It curled beside me in bed at night, heavy and patient, waiting for me to break.
My phone lay faceup on the cluttered desk beside my bed, its dark screen reflecting the dull glow of my desk lamp. I’d stopped putting it on silent. I wanted to hear it if it rang. I needed to but It never did.
Just like every other night, I rolled onto my side, dragging the blanket tighter around me, though the room wasn’t cold. My chest ached with that familiar, hollow pressure an ache that had taken residence inside me the day he vanished, settling in like something permanent.
Nikolai, my boyfriend of some years now, he used to text me good morning even when we’d fallen asleep together the night before. The man who once joked that he’d haunt me if I ever forgot his voice. The man who had kissed my forehead and told me he loved me the night before he disappeared.
I could still feel it the warmth of his lips, the softness of the moment. At first, I’d told myself his phone was dead. Then that he’d lost it. Then maybe he needed space. By the end of the second week, hope had begun to rot into something sour, something that tasted like fear and by the fourth week, I stopped sleeping.
My apartment looked like a place someone had fled in a hurry. Half-finished canvases leaned against the walls, abandoned sketches scattered across the floor. Paint-stained hoodies lay draped over chairs like shed skins. Coffee cups crowded every surface, their contents long gone cold even air smelled of turpentine and stale coffee the scent of a life paused mid-motion.
I hadn’t stepped foot into my university studio since he stopped answering my calls. Every time I tried, my hands shook. The thought of standing in front of a blank canvas, expected to create, felt like mockery. Art had always been my escape and my voice but now even that felt useless.
I pushed myself out of bed and crossed the room, my bare feet sticking slightly to the paint-splattered floor. The largest canvas leaned against the wall, looming like an accusation. He's face stared back at me or what I’d managed to paint of it.
His eyes were only half-finished, one more detailed than the other, his expression caught somewhere between warmth and distance. It was the look he got when he was thinking about something he wasn’t ready to say and I hated it, my throat tightened, and with a sharp breath, I turned away.
A knock echoed through the apartment loud, insistent, breaking the fragile quiet I’d been drowning in. “Lila,” my friend in college called through the door. “I know you’re in there.”
I groaned and dropped onto the edge of the bed. “Go away,” I muttered, though I knew she wouldn’t but the door unlocked anyway.
She stepped inside, her nose wrinkling as her eyes swept over the mess. “Jesus,” she said. “You look like a Victorian widow.”
“Feels about right,” I replied flatly, she crossed the room in three long strides and grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to look at her. Her eyes softened when they met mine. “Okay,” she said. “That’s it. You’re coming out with me tonight.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“I’m not in the mood for clubbing”
“You haven’t been in the mood for weeks,” she snapped, then immediately sighed. Her grip loosened. “You’re disappearing in here, Lila.”
The word hit too close to the truth. “I don’t know how to be okay,” I admitted quietly and my voice cracked despite my efforts. “One day he was here. The next” I swallowed. “Nothing.”
She pulled me into a hug, tight and grounding. “I know and it’s unfair but sitting in this apartment, waiting for answers that may never come? It’s destroying you.”
She leaned back, eyes bright with stubborn determination. “So we’re going to the club.”
I let out a humorless laugh. “I don’t want to dance.”
“You don’t have to dance,” she said. “You don’t even have to smile. You just have to exist somewhere that isn’t this cave.”
I hesitated, my gaze flicking back to the canvas, to Nikolai unfinished eyes then I nodded.
The club assaulted my senses the moment we stepped inside. As always bass thundered through the floor, vibrating up my legs and into my chest. Neon lights sliced through the darkness, painting everything in violent shades of violet and blue. Bodies packed together in sweaty proximity, laughter colliding with music, the air thick with heat and perfume and alcohol.
I felt wildly out of place but Maya handed me a drink I hadn’t asked for. “Just hold it,” she shouted over the music. “You don’t even have to drink.”
I wrapped my fingers around the cool glass, grateful for something solid, and scanned the crowd.
Just as I was about settling down, I felt a prickle at the back of my neck like eyes sliding over my skin. I shifted immediately, glancing over my shoulder but I saw nothing.
Just strangers dancing and drinking but still, unease curled low in my stomach. “You okay?” Maya asked, leaning close, “Yeah,” I lied but the feeling didn’t fade.
It followed m through the press of bodies, across the edge of the dance floor. Every time I laughed too loudly or tried to lose myself in the music, it came back stronger, sharper, like a warning I didn’t understand.
I ducked into the bathroom and braced my hands against the sink, staring at my reflection. My eyes looked too big, too hollow. Get it together, I told myself and when I stepped back out, Maya was deep in conversation with someone. I waved, mouthing I’m stepping outside, and slipped through the side exit. The alley was mercifully quiet, the music reduced to a dull thrum behind brick walls cool night air wrapped around me like relief I exhaled and froze because footsteps echoed behind me slow and deliberate.
My pulse spiked and I turned, heart hammering. A man stood at the mouth of the alley, his face half-hidden in shadow, his gaze locked onto me with unsettling focus. There was something wrong about the stillness of him predatory and patient. “Sorry,” I said quickly, stepping back. “I was just”
But he moved fast and panic exploded through me. I spun to run, pain bloomed at my neck.
A sharp sting, my breath hitched as a hand clamped over my mouth, cutting off my scream. “No,” I gasped, legs buckling.
Warmth flooded my veins, heavy and unnatural, dragging me down. The alley tilted, lights smearing into darkness my last thought was Nikolai name burning, unanswered as the world dissolved, I fell into nothing and then silence.
Lila POVNico has been gone for five days only but It feels like a year.It’s strange without his presence here and I'm on edge but I don't really know why. I'm lonely and bored and the last five days have left me wordless and anxious, I didn't even go out to see Jane and I wondered if she thought I left.Damian doesn't bother me rather he lounges around the house all day, eating apples and listening to music.Today I catch him looking at some of my painting and we haven't really spoken after he asked that question, I refused to answer.I sit down across from him and watch as he studies the painting. "What do you think they mean?"He rolls his eyes and laughs. "How can I know what in your head?"I don't reply because he's a smart ass and I don't know why I even thought to bother with him at all.I stand up but he stops me again. "You slept with him right?.""Who are you talking about?"He pulls up his sleeve and shows off his ink and raises his eyebrows at me like I'm a half-wit."I k
Nico POVI promised to be back soon and we were finally going out today, I know she was excited but I had to deal with something urgently and I can't stand having her only here so I made Damian come down to Paris.He was my first friend and only friend, he is the only person I would trust to look after Lila.I didn't need to call her out of the room because when she hears the door close, she comes on her ownHer face flashes with surprise and then fear when she sees that we have a visitor. Damian smiles at her, munching on an apple between his palms. "Hello, Lila Falcone.""You know my name?" she asks. Her eyes flicker to me and she bites her lip.She was stirring at me and trying to figure out what the fuck is going on with me. "Of course I do," he answers. "My friend Nico here has actually told me so much about you."My cheeks heat, and I want to tell her that's a lie.I have only told he very little about her but he is nosy and this is his way of getting information.I have no doub
Lila POVHe got home around seven o’clock that night and stopped short in the bedroom doorway.I was lying on his bed on my stomach, with my feet in the air and my ankles crossed.Naked, it was bold and it was scary because my palms were sweaty and my heart galloped at an inconsistent pace.I lifted a coy shoulder. “I wasn’t sure if this appointment was casual or black-tie, so I decided to come with a blank canvas.”Walking toward me, he stopped in front of me at the foot of the bed and ran a rough palm across my cheek. If I wasn’t mistaken, the smallest tremor ran through his hand.His voice was soft, but the finest threat wove through. “Somebody is becoming bold.”A thumb brushed my jawline. “My little pet is slowly acting like the queen, she is.”My heart went still. “Would you believe if I told you, I taught of you all day?.”His grip on my face tightened, like he was angry but didn't even know why. “Beauty, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”His thumb ran down my
Lila POVIt was extremely hot tonight and why did it feel like my blanket weighed more than the usual.I tried to roll over but couldn’t move, gighting through the heavy confusion and unconsciousness, I realized what was holding me down.There was a man in my room and in my bed soon panic bled into my veins, and my eyes shot open. But then I heard his voice “Go back to sleep, beauty.”I had a dream about my college life and I slowly coming back to my life now as Nico woman.My heart began to beat again. “Oh, my gosh,” I breathed heavily in relief. “I thought you were a serial killer.”A low chuckle came from him. “Not too far off.”The heavy blanket was only his arm around me, and the heat that was all him, pressed up against me. There was no single sunlight coming through the window, but the room was still lit and he actually left the bathroom door open and the light on, like I did every night ever since we confess our love to each other and the thoughtfulness made my heart feel heav
Nico POVCarefully, gently, I placed the golden collar around her neck, clasping it at the back.I leaned in and inhaled long and deep, allowing her essence to fill me. “Do you have any idea what it does to me seeing you wear my collar?”I moved around the bed to stand in front of her and allowed m
Lila POVAs we walked down the hall, I couldn’t help but wonder what Nico meant by saying he knew exactly what I needed. It wasn’t the first time he said it, but I’d been under the impression he meant it sexually. That he knew what I needed when it came to sex. But after he said it again this morni
Nico POVI regretted nothing. Life was just too fucking short to regret the decisions I’d made in the past. And now, while I had my cock buried deep inside the woman that had ultimately changed my life forever, I knew that for as long as I had her, I would never regret a damn thing.I would never r
Nico POVIt’s been four days since all hell broke loose in what Lila called the dining hall of horrors. Four days since she lost her father and four days since I killed my mother. Four days since the war officially started.Time hadn’t dulled anything. If anything, it sharpened it every
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