Besieged (30 page)

An ice bucket is on a small table in the corner and a waiter stands rigidly beside it, waiting to assist us with anything we might need. I reach over and take Lilly's hand, holding it to my thigh. The lights dim signalling the start of the performance. The electricity that usually crackles between us seems to intensify in the darkness. My gaze flicks toward her, but I can't make out her features in the darkness.

My whole body seems to thrum with energy, hyper aware and attuned to her presence. Her fingers tighten against my thigh making my cock stiffen, I thread my fingers through hers, stilling her. A soft voice has begun drifting up from the stage, but my mind has blocked it out to mere background noise. I sit rigid and braced trying to calm myself as my cock starts to ache, fighting the urge to just drag her back to the villa right now. How does she do this to me?! I can't even sit alone with her for five minutes without her formidable lure corrupting me to a walking hard on.

I glance up again and in the glow from the stage lighting I can make out the small smirk on her face. Fuck. She knows exactly what she does to me. I reach over and slowly trail my hand up her leg, I can feel the warmth of her skin through the thin silk.

She turns her head and locks me in her gaze, her eyes sparkle in the darkness, the green so bright they're all I can make out. Her stare burns me to the spot, sending red hot desire coursing through my veins until I feel charred and desperate in my painful need for her.

I abruptly stand and hand the waiter in the corner a handful of notes, asking him to make himself scarce for the next half an hour. He obliges and scurries from the box. I lock the door behind him, and sit back down on the chair. Lilly is smiling smugly. She abruptly stands and hitches her dress up to straddle my lap. Her lips meet mine in a near violent gesture and I know then that her need is just as great as mine. I run my hands up her thighs, making her shudder and gasp. I reach the lace edge of her under wear, slipping my finger beneath the lace and into the warm wetness beneath. I moan into her mouth, delighting in her arousal. I slip one finger inside her and her breathing becomes ragged. The music drifts eerily around us, making everything so intense. She rocks against my hand as her fingers grip my hair roughly, her teeth pull at my bottom lip as she groans into my mouth. I have never seen anything so erotic or beautiful.

She suddenly jerks back, ripping open my belt and the fly of my trousers. I lift my hips, allowing her to pull my boxers down enough for my rigid cock to spring free. I grasp the lace at either side of her hips and wrap it around my hands, before tearing it away with one swift yank. Her teeth grate her bottom lip and her eyes flash wildly as the material roughly bites into her soft skin. She abruptly lifts and sinks down onto my cock in one movement. I slam my hand over her mouth, blocking her loud moan. There are people in the boxes either side of us, merely a few feet away. I have no problem being seen in fact it adds to the thrill, but the idea of somebody watching Lilly come bothers me a lot. Plus, I can't imagine what kind of money someone would get if they managed to film this.

Her eyes squeeze shut as she stills on top of me for a moment, I release my hand from her mouth when I’m sure she's gained control. She leans her forehead against mine, breathing heavily and then she begins to move, her hips grinding against mine. “Oh...god." She breathes against my lips. I grip her hips, guiding her movement, holding her as close as possible. The music is climbing in pace and intensity, as are Lilly's movements. She feels so damn good, but it's not enough, I need more of her.

I grasp her thighs and stand, taking her with me. She wraps her legs around my waist. I move into the darkness at the back of the box, pressing her against the wall next to the door. I slam into her again, pinning her in place with my hips. She bites my neck, trying to bury her moans in my skin. My fingers dig into her soft flesh. The angelic voice below us climbs higher and higher, driving me on. My thrusts come hard and fast as I pound into her. Her ragged breath is hot against my searing skin. The music creeps higher again reaching its dramatic climax, I slam into her even harder. She starts to moan loudly and I clamp my hand over her mouth again, forcing her head back against the wall. The singer hits her final note, booming out a long high pitched symphony. I release Lilly's mouth as she screams my name, her cries drowned out and inaudible over the one elongated note. She tightens around me as she comes and I growl into her neck as I come hard, deep inside her. The singing abruptly stops, followed by loud applause. I stand motionless, with Lilly's legs wrapped around me. Our faces are inches apart as we stare at each other. Both our chests are still heaving and a thin sheen of sweat covers her beautiful face. I slowly lift her off of me and tenderly place her on the ground. Her skirt whispers to the floor, she straightens the dress and smooth’s a loose lock of hair. She looks perfect as though nothing happened.

The rest of our time in Rome was spent much the same as the first day...inside of Lilly...In the bedroom...over the kitchen counter... in the pool. It was the best weekend of my life. Now, back to reality.

It's Wednesday and I have agreed to meet my sister’s new boyfriend this evening, much to my displeasure. I never know why she wants me to meet anyone, no-one will ever be good enough for her in my eyes. The only saving grace is that Lilly is coming with me, and I really do want her to meet Cat.

My sisters flat is in a large Chelsea town house which I happen to own. I press the buzzer and she buzzes us in.

Her apartment is very girly, everything is cream with soft landscapes on the walls. She has a varied range of furniture in the house, antique chairs have been re-upholstered with bright pink animal print, which contrasts the very modern glass dining table. Her kitchen looks like Cath Kidson threw up in there.

"Theo." She beams at me. She always gets overly loud when she's nervous, and I know she will be nervous.

"Cat." She kisses me on each cheek. “This is Lilly. Lilly, my sister Cat."

They exchange a hug. "It's so good to finally meet you properly." Cat gushes.

"You too." Lilly looks slightly awkward, but handles the whole thing rather well for her. I know this kind of thing freaks her out.

"Something smells good." I interrupt. Cat has always been a talented cook, something which I have never taken the slightest interest in.

"I'm making Lamb shanks." She turns and heads into the kitchen.

"Would you two like a drink?" She shouts from the kitchen.

"Water please." The glass dining table is set for four people, with a beautiful arrangement of flowers in the middle.

"Lilly, would you like wine?" Cat pokes her head around the door.

"Yes please, white would be great."

She comes out of the kitchen and hands us both a glass. "So where is he?" I sigh, resigned.

"Oh don't be like that. He'll be here soon. Please be nice Theo." She pouts and looks all sulky.

"I'm always nice." She frowns and cocks her head to the side. "The last one didn't count. He was an arse."

"No, you just thought he was. You think every man I have any interest in is an arse!" She says in an angry huff. Lilly laughs.

I shrug. "I won't deny it."

"Ugh. You have to like someone at some point surely."

"Only if he doesn't believe in sex before marriage." I smirk at her and she laughs a girlish giggle.

"Lilly, please tell him he's ridiculous!" She whines.

"My brother's the same with me. I get it." She shrugs.

The buzzer sounds for the flat and Cat skips to the wall and presses the door release. She suddenly looks very anxious. She takes a deep breath and turns to me.

"Please be nice." She's so whiney. I roll my eyes and shrug out of my suit jacket. I toss it on the back of the sofa and take off my tie, undoing the first two buttons of my shirt.

I hear Cat open the door and a man's voice. I turn toward the door and she leads in a fairly average looking man, he's about 5'10", medium build, mousey brown hair and brown eyes. He's wearing black jeans and a white shirt. Both he and Cat look edgy and nervous, Jesus, anyone would think I was a right twat.

"Theodore Ellis. You must be Brad." I got the lowdown from Cat last night so I already know his name, what he does etc.

"Yes. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr Ellis." He holds out his hand to me and I shake it.

"Please, call me Theo." I catch Cat's eye over his shoulder and smile at her. See, I can be nice. Sometimes.

"This is my girlfriend Lilly." He shakes her hand, looking quite flustered, not that I blame him.

Cat serves dinner and it smells delicious. Lamb shanks with asparagus and dauphinoise potatoes.

We sit and eat, it tastes as good as it looks.

"So Brad, what do you do for a living?" I ask to make polite conversation.

"I'm an investment broker, stocks, shares and bonds mostly." I nod.

"Interesting job, playing with other people’s money." I ponder.

"Yes, but also risking other people’s money, it's hideously stressful sometimes."

"Yes, I can imagine it is." I smile politely. "So Cat, how is the show coming along?" I ask changing the subject. I conclude that he's a little dull and Cat could definitely do better, but often the high flyers are the ones that would screw her over. I suddenly realise that I am what one might call a high flyer, and that this is probably most people’s opinion of me. Ironic.

"Good, I’ve designed the line, got a venue for it and a date. What I could really do with is some publicity and some influential people to be there." She eyes me meaningfully. Cat has been planning a big show to launch fashion line.

"Well I don't have much reach within the industry, but I’ll see what I can do." She grins, clearly delighted. I could meet with some editors, invest in their publications in exchange for some exposure. I would do anything for my little sister, I’ve seen her work and she really is talented. There is no limit to what I would pay for her to be happy and successful. Plus, it's all investment.

"Whenever Theo gets involved with anything it's pretty much always an overnight success. People just can't resist him, they practically throw business and money at him." She talks to Brad and Lilly, but smiles indulgently at me.

"Not quite." I frown at her.

"Well that's quite a talent to have." Brad raises an eyebrow.

Cat scoffs. "Plus fashion editors are usually female." She grins.

"Putty." I laugh. Mimicking the action with my hand.

“Oh god, don’t encourage him.” Lilly scolds.

Cat rolls her eyes but laughs with me. "That face best not let me down." She tries to look serious, pointing a finger at me but then giggles. “Sorry Lilly, us budding art types have to use everything at our disposal.”

"It’s fine, he is pretty aren’t you princess.” She squeezes my cheek as she laughs, much to Cats delight. “My house mate is actually an intern for Catwalk. I could try and get her to put in a good word." Lilly offers.

"That would be amazing. Thank you." Cat grins.

When we're done Cat jumps up to clear the table announcing that there's pudding. She disappears into the kitchen.

I turn to Brad. "Now Brad, I just need to make you aware that if you touch my sister I’m going to break your legs." I stare him down.

"But..." He splutters. "I..."

"Theo!" Lilly scolds beside me. I place a hand on her thigh and squeeze.

I point at him. "No. Don't even think about it...You'll have to marry her first." I stare him straight in the eye and he squirms under my gaze.

"Um...ok." He stares down at his hands. I pause for a moment.

I slap him on the back. "I'm only winding you up." I chuckle. The kid looks scared shitless.

"Oh, thank god." He's visibly relieved. "That would have been awkward."

"In all seriousness though, if you hurt her I will hunt you down and I will ruin your life." He turns white.

"I'm glad we got that cleared up." I smile at him broadly just as Cat walks back in the room.

Lilly is shaking her head at me, with what looks like disapproval written all over her features.

Cat eyes me. "How are you all getting on?" Her eyes flick suspiciously between the three of us.

"Good." I smile at Brad who meekly returns it.

The crème brulee that Cat made is so good, it melts on my tongue.

After dinner I help her wash up. Brad offers, but Cat sends him to 'relax and watch TV', which I thought unlikely seeing as how he probably knows we're discussing him. Lilly tries to help, but eventually gives up and decides to go and take care of some emails.

"What do you think?" Cat prompts as soon as we're alone.

"He seems nice enough."

"I can sense a but..." She fixes me with her bright blue eyes, probing me for information.

"Well, if I’m honest he's just a bit dull and a bit average." I look up expecting her to be stroppy, but instead she smiles.

"He's being quiet because he's terrified of you. He knows we're not close with our parents and that your opinion is the only one that matters to me. That's a lot of pressure on him. Plus, you're not exactly the kind of person who puts people at ease. Especially if they don't know you, I guess you're kind of intimidating." She giggles.

"And why is that funny?"

"Because it's you, I’d never see you that way. You're soft as shit really." She wraps her arms around my waist and squeezes me in a hug. I muss her hair.

"Thanks." I laugh. "Don't tell anyone though, I've got a reputation to uphold you know."

Chapter 20 – Lilly

Theo and I leave Cat's house fairly late. I thought both her and Brad were really lovely, despite Theo's best interest to make the poor guy uncomfortable.

"You know, you could have been nicer to him." I say once we're in the car.

He flashes me an innocent smile that doesn't wash in the slightest. "I have to make sure he's good enough for my baby sister." He shrugs.

"I'm pretty sure you're sister's old enough to work that out for herself." I roll my eyes.