Besieged (11 page)

"I can't walk away from you, because I know just how rare a creature like you is Lilly." I graze her earlobe with my teeth and she gasps.

She turns in my arms so that she is face to face with me. Her green eyes dance brightly with excitement. My cock is straining against the fly of my trousers, aching with an undeniable need, drawn to the siren call in front of me.

I bend and kiss her neck again.

"Stop lying to yourself. You want me almost as much as I want you." I press another kiss against her throat and she swallows heavily. Her eyes flutter closed.

 "And how much do you want me?” Her voice is husky, seductive.

“More than anything. You have me on my knees.” I whisper.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath as if struggling with an inner turmoil. When she opens her eyes my heart almost leaps out of my chest, the ache in my cock seems to double. Her eyes physically blaze bright emerald, she looks like a predator cornering her prey.

I brush my lips across her jaw gently, her breath hitches. I press my lips to hers. Her lips part allowing me access.

I graze her bottom lip and caress her tongue. She moans against my lips before grabbing the back of my neck. Finally, she lets go and gives into the wild attraction between us. She snaps and holy shit, it's like releasing a caged tiger.

She kisses me with a passion close to violence, her tongue wrestling with mine, she tastes amazing. I grab her face, holding it to mine. Her hands fist in my hair, pulling at the roots, the bite of pain only turns me on even more. Yes. This is what I want. God she's fucking unbelievable.

"Just so you know, I still think you're an arsehole." She growls against my lips. "You're just a really hot arsehole." I laugh as she rips off my tie then drops her hands and starts to deftly undo the buttons of my shirt. She lets out a frustrated growl and suddenly rips my shirt open, buttons scatter everywhere. It's so carnal and savage. She pulls my shirt down over my shoulders and pulls back a moment to look at me.

She releases a little moan of delight.

"I'm glad you approve." I can't help but be amused and a little shocked by her savagery. The inner animal that she clearly keeps under lock and key is out, and she's taking no prisoners. She presses her lips to my neck, sinking her teeth into my skin.

I run my hand up her thigh trying to hitch up her skirt, but it's too tight. I spin her in my arms and swiftly pull down the zip of her dress. I run my hands down her arms, removing the material as I go. Her skin is over heated and flush with goose bumps. The dress falls in a heap at her feet and she gracefully steps out of it. I stare at her in absolute awe, I’ve already seen her in underwear and it certainly wasn't an unpleasant experience, but fuck me… She's left wearing a red lace bra with matching lace French-knickers and her red heels. She looks like a lingerie model, her stomach is sculpted and flat, her tits are full and pert and her arse...there are no fucking words.

My groin throbs. "Fuck." I growl, spinning her and pushing her back against the wall. I kiss and bite her neck whilst running my hands greedily over her body stroking her perfect skin. Our bare torsos are pressed together and her skin feels amazing against mine. I trail one finger from her neck down her chest, stopping to circle one nipple, it stiffens under my touch straining against the lace of her bra. She gasps as her fingers claw at my back. I kiss her hard and she moans quietly against my lips. She bites my bottom lip hard, the taste of blood fills my mouth but I don't care. I just need to be in her, my cock is throbbing with the compulsion to be buried in her.

"Oh god, Theo fuck me." She gasps out the command against my lips. Shit, she keeps that up and this is going to be over very quickly. She undoes my fly and pushes my trousers and boxers down unleashing my aching cock. She wraps one hand around the base and I groan. I frantically hook my fingers into the lace of her underwear and swiftly pull them down her legs where she steps out of them.

She turns and grabs something from her handbag. "Here." She hands me a condom. I raise an eyebrow at her, amused. Sure you didn't want it Lilly. Got to love a girl who's prepared though. I put it on and place both hands on her arse and lift her, she willingly parts her legs and wraps them around my hips.

“I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked sugar.” I wink at her as I slam balls deep into her. She cries out and drags her nails across my shoulders. She feels so good, too good. I stay still needing a moment to collect myself, the last thing I want is two pumps and a squirt, not after waiting three weeks to be where I am right now. I need this, I've needed this since the first time I saw her, to be in her, to possess her. I kiss her neck, her collar bone, her jaw, her lips. Her fingers grasp at my hair frantically.

I press her into the wall harder and begin to move, pulling out and then slamming back into her with an unrelenting rhythm. Her moans fill the room as her nails dig into my shoulders harder. I kiss and bite her neck violently, over taken with my irrational need for her. She grabs a handful of my hair and pulls hard forcing my head back and kissing me hard.  "Yes." She groans as I thrust into her again. “Harder.” Jesus.

I pick her up and spin around to rest her on the desk behind me, remaining in her the entire time. I throw papers and stationary off the desk and lay her down. Her eyes fix mine, alight with hunger as I move in and out of her. I grasp her ankle and bring it up over my shoulder so that her left leg is flush to my body. I lean over her and sink deeper inside her, she moans loudly. "Oh God." She breathes

"I want you to scream my name." I growl at her as I thrust into her harder. Pleasure spikes through me spurred on by the little noises she makes. I go slower savouring the feeling of her as her body caresses my cock, squeezing me. I groan as she brings me closer and tilt my hips, grinding them into her. Her breathe hitches.

"Yes, fuck me Theo." Her words are like a red rag to a bull. I slam into her harder and deeper and feel her insides clench. Seeing her sprawled on my desk moaning is enough to make me explode. I drive into her harder and make her scream my name. I come violently crying out as her pussy clenches my cock like an iron fist. I eventually collapse on top of her on the desk, my head resting between her tits as she runs her fingers through my hair. She's breathing heavily, clenching around me. Her skin is damp with sweat, she’s never looked more beautiful. I pull back leaning over her. She smiles at me.

"Well that was unexpected." She looks guilty.

 I laugh. "You look like you've done something you shouldn't have."

I stand and pull out of her. She winces slightly. I pull off the condom and throw it in the bin. I refasten my trousers but my shirt is unsalvageable. I go to the wardrobe in the corner of the office and take out another one. When I turn around it's like one of those slow motion sexy ads. She stands there in red lace underwear with red heels, her lipstick is smudged. She pulls the pins from her dishevelled bun so that her long auburn hair cascades down her back. She flashes a knowing smile. My cock starts to twitch, readying for round two. Fuck me this woman is going to kill me.

"Enjoying the view Mr Ellis?" She teases.

"Very much." I raise an eyebrow at her and smile. She steps into her dress.

"Would you mind?" She asks pulling her hair aside and turning away from me. I pull up her zip and pause, gently tracing my finger across her neck.

"I need to go. I still need those papers signed." She is suddenly all business. "Once they're signed, you officially own Media Inc. Congratulations. My job here is done." I can hear the double meaning in her words. We're done.

"Of course." I retrieve the papers that are now scattered all over the floor after our heated encounter. I quickly sign them. I glance up at her and she is pulling her hair back into a bun again. She seems totally calm and collected. I hand her the papers. She places them in her briefcase.

"Well Mr Ellis, as always it's been a pleasure." She smiles wickedly at me. I step slowly towards her.

"Hmm, always.”

She straightens her skirt before turning and leaving without so much as a backward glance. I shake my head in disbelief. If that's what a quickie in the office is like, imagine having her all night...the thought makes me harden again. I don't know what the hell that woman does to me, but I'm fucked, both literally and otherwise. If Lilly Parker thinks we’re done she is very much mistaken.

It's been nearly a week since she left my office. A week since I was inside her, and it's. All. I. Can. Think. Of! As a result I'm spending more time in the office. When I'm at home I find myself thinking about my life. About how I have everything I could possibly want and I've always been happy with. My steady stream of women, the partying, the nice house, fast cars, but something is missing. When I think about that my mind instantly flicks to Lilly and how much I enjoy being around her, even when it's just our standard bickering, even when she's just being an infuriating tease. That quick fuck in the office was probably the closest I’ve ever come to feeling anything other than an orgasm during sex. This line of thought freaks me the fuck out and so obviously I try to avoid it at all cost, even if it means staring at mind numbing spread sheets all day.

I'm going through said boring as shit spread sheets at home on Wednesday evening when my little sister Cat calls me.

"Hey. Long time no speak." I say jokingly. Cat and I usually see each other a couple of times a week and speak most days, but I haven't spoken to her since dinner on Sunday before she left for Italy.

"What can I say. Some of us lead fabulous glamorous lives that leave us with little time for chit chat." She laughs.

"Not even for your brother." I scoff.

"You know you're my favourite brother. That's why I'm calling you all the way from Milan." Her high tinkling voice makes me smile.

"Aren't I privileged. I'm guessing this isn't just a catch up then?"

"Actually I wanted to invite you to dinner when I get back at the end of the month." She says.

"Oh?" There's usually a reason for Cat's dinners.

"Well..." She sighs. "I've been seeing this guy." There it is. She sounds nervous. "I'd like you to meet him..."

"No, you wouldn't." I laugh.

She huffs a laugh. "You're right, but I've been seeing him a while and I've met all his family. I've explained that I don't have much family, what with Will being in Paris, so that just leaves you...I did warn him."

"Okay." I say calmly.

"Oh god, please be nice Theo. Don't do the arsehole big brother routine." she whines.

"So long as he's the arsehole trying to get into my sisters pants, he'll get nothing less."

"Theo..." she sounds like a stroppy teenager.  "I'm twenty two!"

"Doesn't matter, you're my baby sister. Is he as bad as that last prick?"

She doesn't reply only sighs. "Anyway, enough about my love life. You never told me who that red head was the other night." She changes the subject quickly.

"She's no-one. She works for my solicitors."

"No. She's someone to you. I could tell by the way you looked at her. You've never looked at anyone like that." Damn it, she's so bloody observant. I take a deep breath. "Don't lie to me. I'll know." She adds before I can speak.

"She's, well like I said a solicitor..." What is she to me? "I guess I’d like her to be something to me." I'm met with silence on the other end of the line. "What is it Cat?" I sigh.

"Nothing...just...I've never known you want anyone before. I mean you've always got some bimbo hanging off you at parties and stuff, but you've never had a girlfriend. I've never even heard of you going on a date."

"I don't want to now... I guess she's just different. I'm interested in her."

She snorts. "Of course you're interested. She's one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen!"

"Well she's not really speaking to me anyway so it's null and void..."

She sighs. "What did you do?"

"Nothing. She just freaked out. Personally I think she's being very stereotypical. She assumes I’m some kind of rich playboy who's a total arse." I would never tell Cat that I fucked her on my desk prior to the freak out.

"Well you kind of are with women. If you like her then you need to show her." The dreamy little sigh in her voice does not escape my notice, I'm not sure Cat’s the best person to take advice from, but out of her or Hugo, Cat wins by a mile.

"I've made it pretty clear. I even sent her flowers!"

“Really!? You must really like her.” She laughs. "Persistence is the key. Invite her to one of your parties, it's less intense. Makes it more of a casual social thing."

"Um, you clearly haven't been to one of my parties lately..." I smirk.

"Oh god, you're right, there'll be bimbo's and tequila, not to mention Hugo." I can hear the disgust in her voice. "On second thought maybe not...Oh I've got to go, but I'll call you when I'm back okay."

"Sure. See you soon Kitty Cat." I hang up as she starts whining about her old nickname.

Chapter 8 – Lilly

I sit at the breakfast bar in the kitchen staring at the enormous bouquet of flowers in front of me. They arrived this morning with a card that simply read: Theo x.

It's the third bouquet this week. Just the sight of them reminds me of my steamy encounter with Theo last week. The memory of his lips, his touch, the taste of him is all branded into my mind. Even though I know he’s bad for me, so so bad, I want to see him again. I want to feel that buzz of energy that I have when I’m around him, to see his reactions to even the lightest of my touches. I like the way he makes me feel, confident and strong, and its real when I'm around him, not just the front I put on for the world. That is why I had sex with him, because despite his many flaws I am drawn to him in a way I can’t even explain to myself.

Despite all that though I know that the second I give in to him the little strength I have will wain and become consumed by him. He makes me feel strong, but in doing so he renders me weak. He is my weakness. He's dangerous to someone like me. He makes me feel alive, in fact no, he just makes me feel. That is the scariest thing about him. I need to stay strong. In an alarmingly short space of time he's become an infuriatingly addictive drug, a drug I need to quit before my addiction destroys me. The problem with that, as proven by the flowers sat in front of me, is he won’t just let me walk away. Its human nature to want the unattainable, and that is why he wants me...because I said no. It's the law of sod.