All Chapters of Forbidden Flame: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lila P‍OVThe m⁠emory of Rex should have broken the mom‌ent‍. It shoul⁠d have ripped me out of Nico’s hold, shattered the haze, sent me spiraling back into fear and rage and survival. Instead, it did the opposite. It sharpened everything and made every se‍nsat⁠io‍n louder, brighter, more desperate because this, t‍hi‍s was diffe‌rent.‌ Nico wasn’t taking he was claimi‍ng me.T‍he belt tightened again, not enough to steal my breath comp⁠le⁠tely, just enough to remind me th‌at he contr‌olled it. My lungs‍ burned, m‌y pulse thundered in my ears, an‌d my body re‍sponded in the most traitorous way pos‍si‌ble arch‍ing, o‍penin⁠g, beggin‌g. I always hate‌d myself f⁠or it and I hated him more for knowing.“Nico‍…” My voice came out broken‌, fragment‌ed. His breath ghosted over m‌y ear. “There yo‌u a‍re,” he mu‍rmured, l‍ow a⁠nd ro⁠ugh, like he’d been sear‌ching for me inside the chaos⁠. “Yo‌u d‌isappear‍ s‍ometimes. I⁠ don’t‍ like it when you do that.”Something about the word‍s not the threat

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 regret saving her. I would never regret killing my own flesh and blood in order to keep her and I would never regret the day I had her kidnapped. Did that make me a soulless bastard?Yes. Did I care?No. All I cared about was this addiction that took root inside me the first time I fucked Lila Falcone. It was an addiction stronger than I ever could have imagined. A compulsion that was too strong to fight, too powerful to control. This woman had become my drug, and there was no way in hell I would ever give her up. And by the way her body responded to me every goddamn time told me she felt the same, that she needed my darkness the same way I craved her innocence. I’d corrupted her. I knew that

Nico POVOn my way to the study, I kept my hand in my pocket, rubbing the bedroom key between my fingers. Fucking thing felt like it weighed a ton. It was probably a stupid thing to do, locking the bedroom door. But deep down the selfish bastard in me loved knowing she was safely locked in and there was absolutely no risk of her not being in there when I got back.I’m pretty sure there’s a special place in hell for fuckers like me.Ever since we arrived here, that bedroom door had never been locked. It wasn’t like it never occurred to me to lock her in. I was just trying to smother and suffocate that part of me, the part that wanted all control over her. Deep down I knew that if I wanted to keep her, if I wanted to make sure that she didn’t want to leave, I had to start acting like a man and less like a selfish prick. Every goddamn morning, I would wake up and stare at her, thinking that I had to try harder. I had to make her want to stay. But after what just happened me losing my shi

Lila POVThe second I heard him lock the bedroom door, I knew I had acted foolishly again. I pushed him and provoked him by asking the question I knew he wasn’t ready to answer. But I was getting restless, confusion was taking its toll on my mind, my sanity and my well-being.Ever since we got here, I had no desire to leave the room. I had no desire to face reality, but now I rather stay here between these four walls and live inside the world Nico and I had created for ourselves. Our world felt safer. I felt stronger and I liked it.On the inside of our world, nothing else mattered not even feath, money, lies, deceit or sadness…nothing mattered but us and this weirdly twisted bond we seemed to share. I didn’t want to step out of this bubble we were in only to face a reality I wasn’t sure I would be strong enough to survive in.I had convinced myself I was still his prisoner, and I preferred it that way. I preferred to live in our world, rather than live in mine…or his.In the world th

Lila POVHe let go of my face with a jerk. “What’s the difference between whether you do it or I do it?”“What’s the difference? Are you serious? The difference is, when I do it, you bleed for me, not for yourself.”He grabbed me by my hair, pulling me up and dragging me across the room. “Nico, stop. You’re hurting me.”He turned me around, grabbed my waist, and pulled me back against him. “Look!”I tried to grab his hand still fisted in my hair. “You’re hurting me!”“I said, fucking look!”My scalp felt like it was on fire, my heart beating a thousand beats a second. I opened my eyes and stared in front of me at both our reflections in the mirror.“That woman you see, she’s mine. That body, it’s mine. Everything is fucking mine, and when you go do shit like that” he glanced down at my thigh “you’re fucking with what’s mine.” He tightened his grip in my hair, and I flinched and gasped. He let go of my hair, and with a jerk he tore the nightgown I was wearing straight down the back bef