Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
He growls and thumps his fist against the steering wheel. "Was? Shit Lilly! You don't get it. I've always been a horrible bastard. I seduce women, have sex with them and then don't ever speak to them again. I couldn't even tell you half their names. And I have no respect for any of them, because they're all so damn easy." He takes a deep breath, anger radiates from him. This information is nothing new to me. I'd spotted it the moment I met him. It's the reason I didn't want to be involved with him. His body relaxes slightly and his tone softens.
"You're different Lilly. You're anything but easy. You infuriate me so much at times, but I care about you. The press know my reputation though and if we're seen together you will be portrayed as one of those girls. I can't bear the thought of anyone thinking of you like that." His admission surprises me.
"Theo, the only difference between me and those other girls is that I’ve fucked you more than once." I smile at him. "Funny that after all of my efforts to stay away from you at the beginning I've ended up being exactly what I didn't want to be, a notch." I can't help but think back and try to work out how I got to this point.
"You're wrong. You have no idea how wrong you are." He says quietly. If that’s true then why do I feel so pathetic?
"Theo, I don't think we should do this anymore." I say quietly.
"No Lilly. I won't let you do this. We'll work this out." He growls.
I doubt anyone has ever walked away from him. I knew it wouldn't go down well. He's not going to let me go.... Then it occurs to me, I'll have to just walk out without any warning, make it quick like ripping off a plaster. I close my eyes as the reality of never seeing him again sinks in. This is why I avoid getting close to people, and especially people like him. It makes you weak. It makes you vulnerable. Oh god, this is going to be a long night. I need to stay strong, remember this feeling, because the likelihood is that he will resort to anything to change my mind. I can't though. I need to get out before it's too late.
I hadn't realised where we were going until Theo pulls the car into the double garage at the side of his house.
"I need to go home Theo." I close my eyes, silently praying that it will be that easy.
"Please don't Lilly. I need you to talk to me." He pleads desperately. Of course he would have to make it hard for me. I nod once and get out to follow him. One last night with him I tell myself and then I’ll leave and that will be it. It was fun, but people like me aren’t meant to get involved, and so I plaster on a smile and follow through the house to his bedroom.
He turns and looks at me with narrowed eyes. His jaw is tense and locked. I realise that I want him so much right now. I just want to feel the security he brings me one last time. He opens his mouth to say something and I move. I press my body to his wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. I pour every ounce of my desire and need for him into this moment, because it will be my last chance. My lips work over his, coaxing him and easing the tension. Slowly his arms wind around me and his tongue traces my lower lip. I rip his jacket off of his shoulders before quickly unfastening his shirt buttons. His lips never leave mine as he unfastens his cufflinks and drops them. He yanks the zip of my dress down and crouches sliding it down my legs, watching me the whole time. His eyes are dark and turbulent as they survey my body. I'm left wearing only a black lace thong. His breath quickens. The muscles of his torso ripple and flex as he moves. He stands, running his hands up my body as he moves. His lips collide with mine again in an aggressive kiss. He bites my bottom lip hard as his fingers dig into by back. I gasp and moan as he thrusts his pelvis against me, pressing his rigid cock against my hip. Both our movements are desperate, crazed.
I struggle to breathe. My senses are overloaded with him. His touch, his kiss, just him. I rip open his button and fly, pushing his trousers and boxers down his legs.
He moves behind me and pushes me down so that I’m bent over the bed leaning on my hands. He folds his body over mine and kisses my shoulder and back whilst gently caressing my bum. He pushes my thong aside and carefully slips one finger inside me, feeling the hot moisture there.