by Lucy Harvey
Me – I think you were too occupied with warning me away.
Roman – My mind was certainly occupied but not by that Angel ;)
I found it charming that he used emoji’s, for some reason it made him appear more human and eased my uncomforted insecurity as I sure as hell didn’t know how to communicate with a global success.
Me – Hmm.. Sounds intriguing..
He wanted to talk in riddles and that was fine by me.
Roman – Now now Angel, don’t start something that I shall have to finish.
Me – That sounds like a threat Roman? ;)
Roman – I don’t make threats Lily, just promises
I was impressed by how quickly I had managed to reply despite the fact I was melting – no I was slowly disintegrating once again. The conjoining of my legs began to heat matching the temperature of our flirting.
More and more I was becoming fascinated by this man, how he created such an impact through technology, god knows I would crumble if I endured his erotic replies through that husky voice that suited him so well. Apparently I was opting to ignore the previous warning from my friends about this renowned player but he reeled me in and I was already under his spell. Maybe I could have fought harder against the interest but a little fun never hurt anybody?
As I carefully pondered over my next reply struggling weather to keep a vanilla tone or turn to the kink side the sound of my doorbell pulled me out of my indecent thoughts. I silently cussed as I proceeded to answer whoever decided to ruin the moment I was sharing with tall, handsome and mysteriously dark. I swung the door open expecting to find one of my friends returning in search for something they had previously left behind.
“What did you forget this time” I sighed.
I pulled my gaze away from my phone and studied the broad figure standing in my doorway, I immediately froze as I registered just who was stood before me. He was here. I cringed at my appearance as I drank him in. I was sporting an oversized white t-shirt slipping off my left shoulder with no attempt to cover me up. My hair formed a messy bun situated at the highest point of my head with loose strands braking free. For once I was thankful for Harleys attempt to try out her make up skills on me hiding my usually pale complexion.
As I was stood on the porch the warm breeze from the outside that was slowly fading into night brushed against my skin. My nipples stood on edge and Roman’s jaw hardened as he watched them become effected by the smallest of attention.
“How did you know where to find me?” My enquiry was laced with an unintentional seductive tone as I observed the eye candy before me.
After a long pause my breathing began to speed and hitch into an erratic pace as I anticipated his intentions, his once majestic eyes grew dark and hooded with desire as he finally spoke.
“I can’t seem to stop thinking about you.” Roman seemed in pain when admitting that.
“I thought I should steer clear of someone like you?” I mocked leaning against the frame of my door.
Roman scanned my body from top to bottom, “Nothing will keep me from you Angel” he stated.
With that he lunged for me caging me against the wall as though attempting to capture an endangered animal. The door slammed behind him as he removed his jumper and shirt in one swift move. I was already acquainted with the outline of his body but seeing the defined flesh before me in broad day light casted a bewitching trance on my inhibitions.
I pounced into Romans cradling arms simultaneously wrapping my legs around his mid-drift, I was hanging on like my life depended on his touch. In this moment it did. He nipped at my bottom lip and began to trail harsh kisses down my neck leaving heavy breathes to awaken goose bumps upon my skin leading down along my exposed shoulder.
Moans freely escaped my lips as Roman bit down into my flesh, my fingers furiously entwined in his hair as I strived to grip him closer than humanly possible. I was growing more desperate to taste him. Finally as I pressed my core against his strained erection he possessed my mouth. Syncing his tongue with mine creating an effortless synchronized cycle, I became awarded with his addictive taste as delicate whispers escaped my plush lips.
I swirled my tongue around his mouth relishing the taste of the man who now had a permanent place in my brain. In this moment I realized it would always be like this, fast and hard.
The cold kitchen surface met my backside, I had been so wrapped up in the enigma of him I failed to register we were moving. I released a protesting moan as he pulled away; my eyes began to plead with his that he was not bailing on me again. I relaxed when the hunger in his eyes became evident convincing me there was no way he could be pulled away this time.
“You know this is all it can be. This is all I can give to you.” He confessed shattering a tiny part of me.
Roman had both hands on each side of my face.
“I never said this had to be anything.” I responded trying to keep cool and not reveal my clingy tendencies.
“I saw how you watched Tristan and Peyton. It’s written all over your face, you want romance and happy endings, and I can’t give you that.” His hands dropped from the position on my face and his hands began to fist by his sides.
“You don’t know anything about me Roman but I will tell you this. I can do just sex. In fact I could really use just sex right now.” It was not true but maybe I could change his mind, corrupt his journey to loneliness by showing him the possibility.
“Somehow I don’t believe you. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” His line of vision travelled down to his feet before his next confession and his right hand moved to cover his heart. “All that lies in here is darkness. Disturbing darkness and that’s all I will ever be.”
Roman was trying to warn me away but if anything he was reeling me in. He regarded himself so lowly and I could change that. If I could uncover him and prove I could save him then in turn I would prove my own strength rewarding my own salvation? The thought would soon become an obsession.
Roman Court was nothing less than paradox and I was in complete awe of his presence. In two short meetings I was becoming possessed. Not that it was unusual behavior of mine, clinging to the idea of a fantasy was second nature to me. Something about this was different, he was different.
But he could not give me what I was desperate for, he just said so.
Undesired thoughts of being his new play toy lingered at the back of my mind but I desperately shook them, I stood for more than that.
Was I just another conquest? Most likely.
Was I slipping back into old traitorous habits? Most probably.
Was this absolute sex god worth it? Most definitely.
I watched as Roman began to fiddle with his belt in attempt to remove his jeans and unwelcome thoughts once again took place in my mind with full force. Last time I saw him we shared one kiss and he was full of regret. He said this was all he was capable of, in order to be more I needed to make him crave more.
Retaking hold of my face Roman took my bottom lip and bit down.
“But god I could I fuck you. I could fuck you so hard you would only be able to survive with my cock inside you.”
His mysterious demeanor soon changed to this cocky lustful front.
Spending endless nights giving myself to guys that took advantage of my need to be needed was all I could think of. I did not want to be the girl losing her mind in torturous games playing with people’s life’s, I thought I always had the upper hand but rarely ever did. This would destroy not only my self-peace but everything I had worked for, everything I had ran from.
Was I really about to once again offer myself to a stranger for him to flee with nothing but regretful satisfaction? Could I even believe that speech? Roman and I were practically strangers, as far as I knew this could be some well thought out ploy for a no strings attached quickie.
I could not do it.
“Why are you opening the door? Do you want an audience or something? I knew you had a kinky streak to you. You show great
potential Angel.” Potential for what? Already he knew how to get under my skin.
“Actually being fucked and chucked was not on my list of things to do today so if you don’t mind.”
My arms were crossed against my chest trying to hide my hardened nipples as I tried to even my breathing. Letting him know the effect he had over me would give him the upper hand – I could do this. No was an option. I wasn’t sure why or how I was denying myself of his touch. The way he controlled me was – no stop. He is a pathological jerk remember? More than that – he is dangerous and girls like me have no business getting caught up in that endeavor.
“Don’t you dare try to hide how much you want this Lily!” His stern voice was no longer conveying a flirtatious outlook but more of a warning.
I gingerly edged out of reach knowing one touch would defeat my reign.
“Lock up on your way out, turns out you are not my type.” Burn.
Lily one Roman nil.
I acknowledge the cognizance that this was soon to become a game I would be, with any hope, a gold achiever in.
After Roman gave in and left me to rot in my own self-pity I took cover in my bedroom and leant against the door shielding me from my downfall. I chose to believe this effect I think he has over me is just some fabricated attraction, I mean it isn’t possible, it isn’t normal.
What was he doing to me? Not one mention of a possible date or some sort of meeting to at least learn more about each other. Maybe that’s what I needed, to be fucked and owned, to stop over thinking and just feel. That’s how it happened in the books, I was being foolish, and this was what I wanted. Shit I was already messing it up.
But I was not about to be just another seeded number in the ever growing catalogue of Roman’s conquests. I knew guys like him, I had a history of being mixed up and broken by guys like him. The slamming of the door pulled me through my wallowing and I headed for the window risking a peek at Roman. He looked pissed; I took some comfort in knowing that I had an effect on him too. I prayed this would not be how we left things but something told me he would be back.
Part of me wrestled with not wanting to sell myself short but I knew why I was doing this.
In order to be more I have to make him crave more.
Roman would soon be back. Men had a desire to conquer those that appeared unavailable. If only he knew how available I could truly be for him.
He would be back.
Angels had a habit of luring tortured, fallen men into their burning light.
I was never one to struggle with getting out of bed in the morning, if anything I was thankful to flee the pit of my nightmares. When the sun shone through it felt like it was the light guiding me away from my haunting memories.
Just two nights previous I had forced myself on Lily, the image of her smiling at the party consumed my soul. The way she looked so heavenly stood in front of that complementing light. The way she unknowingly replicated the one thing I had let close to me. Thankfully she threw me out. I was acting like a pussy whipped freak from one kiss, I dread to think what getting inside of her would have done to me.
There was a startling connection and I knew she felt it too. The way we spoke like old friends when in reality we were still strangers. I knew why I felt connected to her but why did I see that reciprocated connection in her eyes? Was it because she could see right through my tainted soul, see how it matched hers?
When I returned home after the rejection I battled with myself to not go back to her and demand why but that would not have solved anything. Before smashing something within reach she had texted me apologizing. I forced myself on her like a greedy bastard and she apologized. She was most definitely my Angel. I mean an Angel.
That night I called Lily and two hours thirty seven minutes later I listened as she drifted to sleep with the sound of my voice. Those tiny whimpers as her breathing soothed were still ringing in my ears. I calmed at the thought of being on the phone to her, the entire time we were laughing and planning – two things that seemed alien to me and that I was sure I would soon dismiss the whole idea of her. I did not.
Last night I followed through and picked her up. The original plans were to grab a friendly bite to eat and hang out. Like friends. It was still more than I should give but it was all I could give. The bite to eat turned into lying in the nearby park stargazing as Lily rested her hand in mine.
When I think of how small yet natural that action was alarm bells begin to resound in my head. I need to stop thinking this way.
“When will I see you again?”
“I told you, do not expect anything from me. This was a one off Lily don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Being this way never affected me before it just enabled me to achieve the things I needed and chicks fell for it. Hook line and sinker. How I wish I didn’t have to be this way with her.
My cock began to gault as I pictured how serenely beautiful she looked pointing out the different diagrams of stars creating the names as she went along. She didn’t know I knew she was bluffing but I was not about to storm in on her happiness. Nor would I silence that heavenly giggle that left me tingling.
Drifting to my on-suite in a zombie like state I grabbed a flannel soaking it in cold water and began to wipe away the cold sweat that accompanied my unwelcomed flashbacks. Gripping both my hands on the porcelain sink I looked up at the mirror before me. My eyes were black and desolated trying to un-see the ugliness of what lingered and reverberated in my mind every night. Using my now semi steady hands I cupped fresh water and splashed my face attempting to wash it all away.
Most people started their mornings with tea or coffee maybe even juice but as I entered the kitchen I headed straight for my bottle of Jack, after a night like that and the day that awaited me I needed all the strength I could get. Maggie, my loyal house keeper, knew my schedule better than myself as though she took it up on her to recite every plan and appointment making sure to fully equip me for whatever corner of hell I was waltzing into.
Collecting my phone from the kitchen side I dialed my office letting out an exaggerated sigh as I registered my day was about to start.
“Has my nine-thirty appointment arrived?” I queried, part of me praying it was cancelled, most of me knowing it was necessary.
“Yes sir, he’s here ready and waiting, overly early as always.” My receptionists tone conveyed my hidden dread.
Even my staff dreaded the presence of my first appointment and they did not even know the monster he was.
Saying my goodbyes and ending the phone call I quickly slipped on black slacks and a dark purple shirt teaming it with a black tie. To be important you must look important. I might have been covered from my neck down to my ankles in an array of disturbingly revealing tattoos but class was always at the forefront of my mind.
Just like Lily had been these past few days.
I shook my head trying to shake away the unwanted thought. This girl, this sweet pure innocent girl was drawing me in and swallowing me whole. Everything about her was faultless and captivating. I thought one kiss had changed it all, I was wrong. Every single characteristic that created her changed it. The way her pupils would dilate when she wore a beaming smile. How she would nervously fidget with her hair anticipating how to engage with me. And the way she felt so perfect against my skin, so natural, like two pieces of a makeshift puzzle.
But mostly it was the way her tight little pussy would call out to me, how I kept picturing her equally racing to a mind numbing finish, trying to fully absorb me, getting so lost in the moment she would not care about the filthy little things that left her beautiful un-pure mouth. I knew it was in there, I wanted to get it out.
What was more, I knew the reality of Lily would be make the fantasies appear PG.
Lily was something to hold on to, an awareness like hers was the type to shine light in any darkness. I could not keep Lily. Instead I would have to possess her, own her, and dissemble every depth of her mind until she was convi
nced she needed me. It was sick but it was true, I needed it, she would soon get bored and empty relentlessly lashing out at the missing pieces of me she so desperately needed. This was the next best thing, this was the closest I could get to being with her.
Just two exchanges with Lily and I was beguiled by her. There was a reason for the unfamiliar obsession, I knew exactly what it was and it was the main reason I needed to forget Lily.
My driver beeped out and I left ready to start the day, with in no time he was parked directly outside the large glass doors separating me from the first empire I had strived to build with my own tainted hands. I closed the door to the gleaming black car and made my way into the building opting to take seven sets of stairs instead of using the lift. I needed to burn off some of this anxious energy bursting inside me. If I had it my way I would step into that office and put a bullet straight through that sick bastard’s skull, but I needed to be clever and calculated to truly make him pay.
When seeking revenge the art is to repay your debtor with the same level of pain they inflicted. That was not enough for me. I wanted to take every single thing from him so he was left with nothing and nobody yet live and struggle whilst he wallowed in the destruction I had created, it was only what he deserved.
Game face on.
“Roman, how nice of you too finally show.” He taunted me standing to meet my presence.
“Viktor.” I took his pathetic hand in my own greeting him with a firm shake. “A pleasure as always.” I managed to welcome him through gritted teeth.
“So what made you schedule such a last minute meeting, I see you are rethinking my recent proposal?” Viktor took the leather chair opposite my desk before I could invite him to sit, the sly smug grin he wore so wickedly found its usual place on his nausea inducing face.
“I guess you could say that. As you know I have never been one to cut corners or beat around the bush so like always I will tell you my proposal and you will agree.” Masking my anger with wit I lured him into a false state of comfortability.