by LP Lovell
RUINED
A SHE WHO DARES NOVEL
BY LP LOVELL
Copyright © LP Lovell 2015
PROLOGUE
I feel sick… and stupid. Really stupid.
Hugo smiles at me cockily, but the usual teasing glint in his eye is missing. He drags his hand through his messy blonde hair, the muscles of his bare torso flexing in a way that can make a woman lose all her inhibitions. And I have, willingly. Many times.
I glance at the girl who is tied to the bed, her wrists bound to the metal frame. She’s panting, her skin flushed in an all too familiar post orgasmic glow.
“You brought a friend?” She gasps, with a sensual smile. “That’ll cost you more.” She raises a perfectly plucked eyebrow.
His eyes never leave mine as I stand there in the doorway mutely. I should have expected this but I didn’t. Hugo and I are, well, what I suppose you could call friends with benefits. He’s an absolute dog. He’s the guy mothers warn their daughters about. He will fuck you and chuck you without a backward glance. He’ll leave you trembling and begging for more, but he will leave you nonetheless. The thing is though, I knew all of this before I ever spread my legs for him. I trusted that I could guard myself against him, and embrace all the orgasms he had to offer me. What I didn’t realise is just how infectious he is. He’s always smiling, quick to laugh, and captivating to be around. Hugo is…liberating, a walk on the wild side. He’s the dance with danger that girls like me crave.
He’s an animal though. I have told myself this a thousand times. Every time I fuck him, I swear it will be the last, but he seduces me mind and body. He gives me something that I didn’t even know I needed, and now I crave it. I’m an intelligent woman, and yet when it comes to him, I’m so incredibly stupid. As proved by the naked body currently tied to his bed, whilst I’m standing here in the doorway like a total twat.
“You can join in if you want sweetness.” He winks at me, his blue eyes dancing wickedly. I glance at the whore on the bed and fight the urge to vomit. Really?
“I’m not into sharing, but thanks. I’m sure she cost a pretty penny.” I nod towards the hooker, a mocking smile on my face.
He steps toward me, closing the space between us and wrapping his hand around the back of my neck. My skin tingles and my heart kicks up a gear. Everything about him is so overtly sexual. Fuck. Even with a bloody hooker in the room he can still make my body want him. Bastard.
He leans forward until his lips brush my ear. “She did.” He whispers. “But she’s still not as good as you. Come and show her how it’s done.” I can hear the smile in his voice.
I take a deep breath and step out of his grasp. Enough is enough. I can’t play these games. I’m not like him. I’m the good girl, the one that will get hurt, and he…he’s as bad as it gets. It’s time to walk away.
I muster as much front as I can and meet his eyes. “Well that is a shame then. I was going to say that I hope she was worth it. Apparently not.” I shrug.
I don’t wait for his response.
I turn on my designer heel and stride out of the sleek apartment over-looking the Thames. I’m done.
If you play with fire, you will get burned. Lesson learned.
CHAPTER ONE
HUGO
Two months later…
“So you own this club?”
I smirk, and glance at her bottom lip where she’s chewing it nervously. I can’t remember her name. Wait, did I even ask? Doubtful. “I do.”
She smiles. If there is one sure fire way into a woman’s pants, it’s money. Fuck knows why. I’m hardly going to buy her a car for her efforts. She follows me, as we move away from the main part of the club. My bloody security team had issues and needed to use the office, which means my fuck pad is out of order. I figure the corridor by the fire escape is good enough. Hell, I’d fuck her in the middle of the club. I don’t care. She might though, and the last thing I need is a guaranteed lay getting pissed off because I tried to make her blow me in the VIP section.
I turn and press her up against the wall. I have the boner from hell. Rambo is fucking gagging for a ride. She gasps, and grins as I press her back into the wall. She’s not my usual type, not that I really have a type. I don’t discriminate when it comes to pussy. I do however tend to lean towards the nasty ones. I like a girl who fucks like a hooker who needs to make rent. This one…well, she’s a little on the innocent side, young looking, but she’ll do.
I push her long blonde hair off her shoulder, and kiss her neck until she’s squirming and panting like a bitch in heat. She may be innocent, but my cock is fucking dying here. I yank her skirt up her legs quickly and her breath hitches in my ear.
“Don’t worry baby.” I tell her. “I promise I’ll make you feel so fucking good.” I bite her earlobe and she all but hands herself to me on a silver platter. She’s about to get an education. I unbutton my jeans and yank them down just enough to release my cock. I grab her thighs and lift her. Her legs part around my hips, the innocent turning corrupt. I fucking love it.
I pull her underwear to the side, and dive into her in one thrust. She’s soaking wet, and I groan, leaning my forearm against the wall next to her head. “Fuck!” I hiss.
“I never do this.” She mumbles through a moan. “I’m not like this.”
I laugh. “Sweetheart, you are like this.” I pull back and thrust forward, making her tremble. “Don’t be ashamed.” I breathe against her flushed skin. I skim my teeth up the side of her throat, and she tilts her head to the side, giving me better access. “Under that innocent little face, there’s a dirty slut who’s been waiting to come out and play.” I say against her ear, as I thrust against her repeatedly. Usually I’m not all that bothered about getting women off. At least not the ones I fuck in a corridor. This one though, I feel she needs a lesson. She needs to realise that being good, well it’s just no fun. Being bad is so much more pleasurable.
She moans, her back bowing off the wall. I rip her top down, exposing one perfect rosy nipple. I duck my head and suck on it. Fuck, I love sucking a good pair of titties. Within seconds, she’s coming apart, screaming my name. Huh, she knows my name. Her body clenches and trembles in what looks like an epic orgasm. When she stops screaming like a fucking banshee, I hear the series of catcalls and wolf whistles coming down the corridor. I glance up to see a group of guys all shouting.
I laugh, because I have no shame. Little miss innocence however, can’t seem to move quick enough.
I laugh as she slaps at my chest. “Calm your shit Princess. What, you don’t like a little audience?”
“No!” She snaps as I put her back on her feet. See, this is why I like the nasty ones, they’d just keep right on going, and get hot for it in the process.
I step forward, crushing her to the wall. “Ah, don’t go getting shy on me now.” I cock an eyebrow at her, but I can see she’s not playing ball. My balls feel like they’re about to fucking explode. Fuck it. I take her arm and drag her to the fire exit as she struggles to pull her top up, and her skirt down.
I press the bar that releases the fire door, and step outside into the alley that runs along the side of the club. It connects to the main road in front of the club, but no-one ever comes down here…unless they’re having a dirty quickie.
“You want to have sex out here?” She asks nervously.
I smirk at her as I trail my fingers across her collar bone, she softens slightly, relaxing into my touch. “No sweetheart. I want you to make me come, and I don’t care how you do it. The dirtier the better.” I whisper in her ear. “Nothing turns me on more than a girl on her knees.”
She hesitates for a moment, but I’ll give it to her, she’s keen to please. She drops to her knees in front of my still hard, still exposed cock, and wraps her lips
around me.
I clasp my hands behind my head, and groan as her hot, wet tongue traces the length of my cock. Her hands cling to my thighs as she balances on her high heels. She tries to take all of me, but well…Rambo’s a big boy, and good girls like her don’t deep throat.
My balls are aching, fucking desperate to explode in her mouth. Fuck it. I grab a fistful of her hair, and thrust forward. Holy fuck. I groan as my cock hits the back of her throat. She gags, and coats my cock in a layer of spit. Fuck yes! I pull back and thrust forward, making her gag again. I give it to her, she doesn’t try to pull away. My cock twitches in response. I’m this fucking close to exploding down her throat. So close…and then I hear a throat clear beside me. She tries to pull away from me, but I keep my hand firmly on the back of her head.
“Can I help you?” I grit out.
“Sir, could you please stop….that.” A serious voice says.
I glance to the side and find a policeman standing a few feet away with a stern scowl on his face.
“Just give me thirty seconds.” I say holding up a finger.
“Now sir.” He interrupts. “Miss, please stand up.” For fucks sake. My balls are going to drop off at this rate.
“Fucking cock block.” I grumble.
She staggers to her feet, her face turning bright red as she studies the ground. I shove my painfully hard cock back in my jeans and zip them up. This is so not comfortable right now. The policeman gives the girl a quick once over, as another officer appears from somewhere behind him. “You one of Jimmy’s girls?” New guy asks. She doesn’t answer.
I snort. “Of course she’s not. Does she look like one of Jimmy’s to you?” I roll my eyes, Jimmy is a pimp. He runs a few girls around here. They’re dirty, like really dirty. Hell, you can fuck them up the arse for fifty quid.
The first guy glances at me. “So you’re familiar with Jimmy.”
“Sure, I’m kicking his girls out of my club all the time.” I snap. I pull a packet of cigarettes out of my pocket and take one out. I place it between my lips and light it. I take a long drag and savour the burning sensation in my lungs. I don’t always smoke, it’s more of a stress reliever, but if my balls don’t get some relief soon, I may just end up chain smoking. My hands shake as I lift it to my lips. Shit, I’m worked up.
He eyes the door behind us. “You own Allure?”
I sigh. “Yes, look she’s not a hooker, so there’s no problem here is there? Other than the fact that I now really need to blow a load.”
He clearly doesn’t have a sense of humour. “Sir, you are under arrest for indecent exposure.”
“Um, I’m pretty sure I’d have to have been exposing myself, and seeing as my cock was in her mouth, it wasn’t exposed.” I point out, as I take another slow drag of the cigarette, the ember glowing brightly in the dim lighting at the back of the club.
“Sir, please turn around and put your hands behind your back.” Well, isn’t he just a barrel of fucking laughs. Hell, this isn’t my first time in a pair of cuffs, and it won’t be the last. I take two quick drags on my cigarette and throw it to the ground. I turn around and put my hands behind my back.
“As you wish boys.” God, they just love their little power trips. Get one up on the rich prick getting blown, because their fucking wives probably stopped putting out years ago. Arseholes.
I’m sitting in one of those benign interrogation rooms, bored out of my fucking head when I hear the door click open. Claudia Weston strolls in, wearing her six inch heals, expensive suit, and take no shit attitude. She’s all of five foot two, and is the scariest woman I’ve ever met. She’s like a pit bull dressed in Prada. As scary as she is though, I find her kind of hot. She’s very… domineering. She’s also the best criminal defence attorney in London, and has been getting me out of shit for years.
“Again Hugo?” She snaps.
I sigh. “Look it wasn’t…”
She holds her hand up, cutting me off. “I don’t fucking care what you were doing with your cock. It would be far too much to ask that you keep it in your pants.” She growls.
“Jesus, what has you so pissed this morning?” I grumble.
“Oh, let me guess.” She cocks an eyebrow at me.
I lay my forehead down on the table in front of me. “Ugh, not now Claudia. Please just get me out. I’ve spent the last six hours in a cell, I’m hungry, horny as fuck, and I have a hangover kicking in.”
“A pretty standard morning then, by all accounts.” She adds.
I lift my head and scowl at her. “Why am I still here?”
She pulls out the chair across from me and sits, crossing her legs. “It’s not as simple as just walking out of here with a warning this time.”
“What? Why?”
“Because this is the third fucking time you’ve done this.” She growls. “They are going to charge you this time….unless…”
“Unless what?” I can’t be dealing with charges. I could probably buy my way out of it, but it’s still a bloody hassle.
She purses her bright red lips. “I may be able to plead to a judge that you have a problem. A sex problem.”
I snort. “Like a sex addiction?” She nods. I laugh.
“This is serious Hugo.” She snaps.
I shrug. “Sure. I do love pussy. Why the hell not?”
She rolls her eyes. “They will order you to attend therapy.”
That pulls me up short. “Like kumbaya circles and talking about feelings and shit?”
Her lips kick up in that shark like smile of hers. “Something like that.” I shudder. God, it’s enough to make me want to stab myself in the eye. “You may even have to do jail time otherwise.” She smiles wider. “Or community service.”
Community service, like dealing with the general public, and wearing a jump suit or some shit? “Oh, fuck no. Not happening. I’ll do the whole touchy feelings shit.”
She smiles and stands abruptly. “Good. Until then, you are free to go on bail.”
I get out of that place as fast as my legs can carry me. Shit, I’ve got no money on me, and my phone is dead.
I manage to borrow the police station phone to call Theo, my best friend. He picks up on the second ring.
“Ellis.” He snaps. Miserable prick.
“Hey, it’s me. I need a little help.”
His tone of voice changes instantly when he hears it’s me. “What have you done now?” He asks with amusement.
“I might have gotten myself arrested.”
He laughs. “Wait, wait, let me guess. Drunk and disorderly?”
“Nope. You suck.”
“Sex in public?”
“Maybe. Damn it.” Fucking arsehole.
He snorts. “You are so fucking predictable dude. Who was she?” He asks.
“How the fuck should I know?”
He laughs again. “Okay, what do you need?”
“I didn’t have any money on me when they took me in, and I need a lift.” I grumble. Typical that I would pop out for a quickie and leave my wallet and phone in my office. Theo will always help me out though, it’s fine.
“Okay. Shit, I have a meeting in ten minutes. I’ll call Lilly, she’ll come and get you.” I smile.
“Well, she will certainly make for a prettier sight than you this morning.” Lilly is Theo’s girl, well, his fiancé, god that creeps me the fuck out. I suppose if you were ever going to hand your balls on a silver platter to anyone, it would be that girl. She looks like a fucking porn star. Theo’s turned into a total pussy bitch since he met her though. That guy used to have his pick. He could walk into any room and have any woman in it. Hell, happily married women used to lose all their moral’s with one glance at that fucker. All that potential, all that pussy, just wasted. She must have a pussy of fucking gold.
He snorts. “She’s in a bad mood because she’s having to go dress shopping. Don’t piss her off. You know you will lose.” With those parting words, he hangs up.
CHAPTER TWO
I blanch as I look at the racks full of white and ivory dresses in lace and satin. How are you supposed to pick one?
I glance to my left, as my best friend Lilly stares into the sea of bridal hell. “I think I’m about to break out in hives.” She grumbles.
I laugh. I never thought I would see the day when my train wreck of a friend would be looking at wedding dresses. She’s not exactly the romantic type. Until recently, the longest standing relationship she’d ever had was exactly one weekend, at which point she waved him off, never to be seen again. That all changed the moment she met her match in the form of tall, dark, handsome and rich, Theo Ellis. He’s every woman’s dream man, but he only has eyes for my live wire friend. They’re perfect together. He gets her crazy, and he balances it out. Not an easy task. I should know, I’ve been doing it for years.
She pinches a piece of satin. “These are just so…much.”
“Lill’s, you’re getting married, it’s supposed to be ‘much’.” I roll my eyes.
She huffs a sigh, flicking her mane of red waves over her shoulder. “Okay, you pick one. Let’s get this shit over with.” Whatever the opposite of a romanticist is…that’s Lilly. She’d happily go to a registry office, but given who Theo is, she’s indulging him in a big wedding. I have a feeling heavy drinking may be involved.
Cat, Theo’s sister, and I have been doing most of the wedding planning. Yes, I’m that girl, the one who wants to marry Prince Charming and have babies. I love this stuff, and I secretly love that Lilly has no interest so I can go wild with her wedding. The no-budget factor also helps.
I scan the racks and pick out the simplest dress I can find. It’s strapless, and fitted all the way past the hips, with a subtle flair to the skirt. “Here, try this.”
The shop assistant hurries forward to take the dress from me. She’s been hovering since we came in here, keen to sell Lilly the most expensive dress she can find, no doubt. Hell, I would if I were her. One look at that rock on Lilly’s finger and she probably thinks she can hit her yearly bonus. She bustles away, beckoning Lilly to follow her into the back of the shop. This is one of those overly pretentious bridal shops. There are chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and soft classical music is playing in the background.