again.” He pulled me to him, kissing me gently. His hands wandered from my waist to my hips. I applied gentle pressure to his chest to pull away with no effect. He kept me anchored to him. My hands started trembling, and I fought at the panic rising within me.
“Am I making you nervous ?” he whispered in my ear, trailing kisses down my neck. His grip tensed around my hips. I paused, afraid if I tried to get away from him, it would be catastrophic to my health. A low groan sounded deep in his throat, and he took my mouth with his. He slid his hands up my spine, one tangled in my hair. Pressing me closer, he teased his tongue into my mouth and suckled on my bottom lip. His hands sought the hem of my jumper and started to pull it over my head.
“We can’t do this ,” I said quickly, pushing my jumper back down. I saw the fire flash in his eyes, and momentarily, dread seized control of me. I sucked in a deep breath and choked out a quick excuse, “What if your mum comes home? What if –“
“No one is coming home .” He pulled my jumper up.
“No...stop. Please , Elliott,” I begged.
He threw my jumper beside us on the sofa, and when I reached for it , he grabbed my wrist in a tight hold.
“This playing hard to get is getting real old , Angel. I’m sick to the back teeth of it. We are young, in love and we should be shagging each other’s brains out, not playing this frigging game of cat and mouse.”
“I don’t...can we not tonight...can we just –“
“Are you telling me no?” he asked, his voice taking on a sinister edge.
I paused and looked at the firm set of his mouth. I shook my head from side to side slowly.
“Good girl.”
Pain sliced through me at my easy obedience. I stared across the room over his shoulder at the photos decorating the wall . The one directly connecting with my heart was a beautiful dark haired man with cerulean eyes staring back at me, his arm around the shoulders of his childhood best friend as we posed on a sunny beach. I closed my eyes, not willing to allow his beautiful face to enter this debauched hell. My face crumpled as his handsome face tattooed itself on my closed eyelids. My saviour, my life support, the one constant in my life was the love I held for him. Elliott had broken my body, but he would never sever the love I had for his brother. I would hold fierce to that devotion until my last breath was taken from my body.
I battled the bile rising in my throat as his hands cupped my breasts His wet tongue slopped at my chest. My body shook as silent sobs tried to break free. I hated myself, I hated him, and I hated having to do this. I felt like the whore he said I was, prostituting myself to save my family.
Suddenly , light stung my eyes and I pressed my face into Elliott’s shoulder.
“Oh , are we interrupting?” laughed a husky voice from the door. “Looks like you have your hands full there, Elliott,” she said, amusement in her voice.
Elliott held me still as I made a move to get off of him.
I turned my face just in time to see Dominic walk in behind Vanessa, smiling. Then he froze, realising I was straddling Elliott in my bra! My cheeks sizzled with embarrassment. Dominic’s eyes travelled down to my body in a soft caress before returning to my face, his expression turning thunderous.
“My beautiful girl here is torturing me . She’s making me watch a romantic girly film – they also sing, ” Elliott said, “but I love her, so what can you do?” He pulled me into a very passionate embrace.
I pulled away and grabbed my jumper. Dominic stared at me, I felt utterly naked under his watchful eye. “What have you done to your back?”
I stiffened, and my face paled. Elliott dug his fingers into my hip.
“You know her, Dom, she falls over her own feet. Apparently she fell in the kitchen – “
“Those don’t look –“
“I’d prefer you not looking at my topless girlfriend, bro.”
Dominic’s cheeks flushed with colour and his jaw
“Am I making you nervous ?” he whispered in my ear, trailing kisses down my neck. His grip tensed around my hips. I paused, afraid if I tried to get away from him, it would be catastrophic to my health. A low groan sounded deep in his throat, and he took my mouth with his. He slid his hands up my spine, one tangled in my hair. Pressing me closer, he teased his tongue into my mouth and suckled on my bottom lip. His hands sought the hem of my jumper and started to pull it over my head.
“We can’t do this ,” I said quickly, pushing my jumper back down. I saw the fire flash in his eyes, and momentarily, dread seized control of me. I sucked in a deep breath and choked out a quick excuse, “What if your mum comes home? What if –“
“No one is coming home .” He pulled my jumper up.
“No...stop. Please , Elliott,” I begged.
He threw my jumper beside us on the sofa, and when I reached for it , he grabbed my wrist in a tight hold.
“This playing hard to get is getting real old , Angel. I’m sick to the back teeth of it. We are young, in love and we should be shagging each other’s brains out, not playing this frigging game of cat and mouse.”
“I don’t...can we not tonight...can we just –“
“Are you telling me no?” he asked, his voice taking on a sinister edge.
I paused and looked at the firm set of his mouth. I shook my head from side to side slowly.
“Good girl.”
Pain sliced through me at my easy obedience. I stared across the room over his shoulder at the photos decorating the wall . The one directly connecting with my heart was a beautiful dark haired man with cerulean eyes staring back at me, his arm around the shoulders of his childhood best friend as we posed on a sunny beach. I closed my eyes, not willing to allow his beautiful face to enter this debauched hell. My face crumpled as his handsome face tattooed itself on my closed eyelids. My saviour, my life support, the one constant in my life was the love I held for him. Elliott had broken my body, but he would never sever the love I had for his brother. I would hold fierce to that devotion until my last breath was taken from my body.
I battled the bile rising in my throat as his hands cupped my breasts His wet tongue slopped at my chest. My body shook as silent sobs tried to break free. I hated myself, I hated him, and I hated having to do this. I felt like the whore he said I was, prostituting myself to save my family.
Suddenly , light stung my eyes and I pressed my face into Elliott’s shoulder.
“Oh , are we interrupting?” laughed a husky voice from the door. “Looks like you have your hands full there, Elliott,” she said, amusement in her voice.
Elliott held me still as I made a move to get off of him.
I turned my face just in time to see Dominic walk in behind Vanessa, smiling. Then he froze, realising I was straddling Elliott in my bra! My cheeks sizzled with embarrassment. Dominic’s eyes travelled down to my body in a soft caress before returning to my face, his expression turning thunderous.
“My beautiful girl here is torturing me . She’s making me watch a romantic girly film – they also sing, ” Elliott said, “but I love her, so what can you do?” He pulled me into a very passionate embrace.
I pulled away and grabbed my jumper. Dominic stared at me, I felt utterly naked under his watchful eye. “What have you done to your back?”
I stiffened, and my face paled. Elliott dug his fingers into my hip.
“You know her, Dom, she falls over her own feet. Apparently she fell in the kitchen – “
“Those don’t look –“
“I’d prefer you not looking at my topless girlfriend, bro.”
Dominic’s cheeks flushed with colour and his jaw
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