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“Yeah, because you’re out here acting like you own the entire direction you’re walking in. That comment had nothing to do with your weight, Daph. Why the fuck would you even think that?” Nicky’s lip curls up, his expression slowly transforming from one of surprise to anger.
My head turns to the side in attempt to escape the weight of his stare, but Nicky isn’t having it. He grips hold of my chin, guiding me back to face him. His fingers shift, slowly caressing my cheek.
“The dress…” I spill the insecurities only he seems to be able to pull from me. “My mother bought it.”
“Explains why it’s a size too small.”
“She seems to believe I am the problem. Not the dress.”
His subtle strokes abruptly stop. Nicky’s hand pulls back, clenching into a fist before releasing the tension and scrubbing his face. “Daph, the average size of the American woman is a 16. If anything, you’re underfed.”
I huff out a poor excuse of a laugh, shaking my head. “I’m sure Lucian would love that wedding present. A wife who suddenly can’t fit into any of her clothes.”
“Lucian’s clearly a bitch.”
“Oh, and you’re not? You telling me you’re better than him because you’d fuck me if I was fat?”
He steps to me, my head falling back to look up at him with a gasp.
“I’m telling you that every curve you add to that sinful body is that much harder I could fuck you without breaking you.” Nicky leans down, positioning his mouth beside my ear. “So, by all means, be a good girl, and go eat up for Daddy.”
He pulls back to reveal a sexy smirk, and I audibly gulp in response.
“You… you said you weren’t interested.”
“I lied.”
I scramble to gain my bearings as my resolve begins to disintegrate. Jesus, has he always smelled this good? Of course he has, it’s fucking Nicky. Stay strong. Stay strong. Stay strong.
“I thought we were giving honest answers tonight.”
“Honest answer?” He cocks his brow. “Sometimes I wonder if you still make that sound. That little gasp when I’d first thrust inside you.” His palm slips along my lower back, pulling me flush with him. “The mixture of euphoria and relief you’d cry out at the feeling of being full with my cock.”
STAY FUCKING STRONG, DAPH.
“I don’t.” The words barely make it past my lips, forced from my lungs as no more than a breathy whisper.
Nicky’s smirk only widens in response.
“Nah, demon.” His eyes trail to the swell of my breasts where my heart’s beating so fast, it’s about to punch through my chest. “You just don’t do it with him.”
CHAPTER 14
NOW
NICKY
Her body seems to soften as she melts a little further into me, and I’m instantly rewarded with the reminder of how incredible she feels. My mind seems to slow, a welcome reprieve from the rapid-fire assault that is my exhaustive train of thought. I focus on where we’re connected, my skin sparking wherever our bodies meet, the sensation allowing me to map the length of her form.
She looks breathtaking as always, and I truly wonder if she’s actually growing more gorgeous with age, or if the complex cocktail of neurochemicals released into my brain when I see her has driven my obsession to new heights. Though I know I should stay away, I could never cut Daphne out entirely. As crazy as she makes me, my mind slowly begins to unravel in her absence. Day by day, the various threads of my intellect unwind from the spool that is my sanity, yet I soldier on. I push it off as long as I can, until practically all functioning has ceased in the presence of the madness that has formed. Only then do I seek her out to restore order, and even then, I only allow the briefest glimpses or slightest encounters, just enough to untangle the chaos inside my brain, only to start the process all over.
Yet as I was cutting her free from the bindings of her dress, I realized no matter how far I’ve attempted to space out our run-ins, it does little to dampen the pull that draws me to her. The way it felt to have my hand curling around the inside of her thigh felt all too natural. Like it belonged there. Like she was mine.
“Daphne.” A stern voice addresses her from our side, causing her to jump in response.
It’s times like this I tend to rethink my position on not believing in a higher power. There very well may be a God fucking with us for his own amusement because it’s hard to believe the universe is naturally this ruthlessly ironic.
Daphne claws at her lower back, her nails digging into my flesh as she scrambles to escape me.
