Page 51 of Lilies from Hell

“He? Or both of you?”

“He,” I clarify. “Then I slapped him and left.”

“You did what? Do you know what those people are like?” I glance at her sideways and press Jay Jay against my body. Wanting to distract myself from the heat of his lips.

“You even stole from one of his men,” I scoff.

“But I didn’t know that at the time, so it doesn’t count.”

“Anyway, tell me what to do,” I say, pouting.

“Seeing how persistent he can be your only option is death.” I look at her with an incredulous grimace. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s the truth. Even if you went to the other side of the world, he’d find you. And you know it,” she says with an amused smile.

18

It’s less than ten o’clock at night when I get home from the spa. I spent the whole afternoon there. I wanted to clear my head of him and the fact he had stopped trying to reach me. As a result I just wanted to get closer to him again, but every time I saw his phone number, my hands started shaking with nerves. What if he was angry about the slap?

I open my MacBook, thinking about resuming Friends, but all I find on the screen is my half-finished enrollment for the university. I curse under my breath as I remember that today is my last day to complete it.

Ten minutes later, I receive a PDF document in my email that I have to print out. Then I lazily walk to my father’s office, where the main printer is. Jason broke ours when he tried to photocopy his… I don’t want to remember that. I send the document to the printer and wait for the pages to print.

My eyes fall on a modified Glock 19 gen 5. I pick it up between my fingers and look at it curiously. My father doesn’t usually buy modified weapons. He says they lose their true essence. I lost mine the night I went with Jason to that place, so it doesn’t seem to belong to anyone. For now. When the door opens, I jump and drop it on the table.

“My father’s not here,” I murmur immediately, the same lump in my throat now moving to my lower abdomen.

“I didn’t come for that,” he says in a hoarse voice. Maybe he should quit smoking. “I don’t like it when you ignore me, Lena.” The name rolls off his tongue like a warning. My tongue moves on its own, ignoring it.

“And what are you going to do about it?” I raise an eyebrow, testing his limits even further.

When he approaches with his eyes fixed on the gun, I pick it up again and raise it in the air. Discovering that the gun is his only makes me want to keep it even more.

“I won’t give it to you until you give me back the photo you stole from me,” I say, knowing that I’ve just given away the fact that I sneaked into his room. He is now so close that my breath ends up on the tip of his nose.

“You steal my heart and I steal your photos, so be a good girl and give it to me,” he murmurs very close to my ear, then steps back and holds out his hand.

“No,” I reply with determination to forget everything that comes out of his mouth.

I raise my head even higher with a defiant look. The difference in height will only give me a sore neck, but it won’t intimidate me. I gasp as I feel his hand on my neck tighten. My lips in search for the oxygen he is taking away from me.

“Stop being such a spoiled brat.” His index finger brushes my lower lip as he speaks.

Still unable to breathe properly because of his hand blocking my throat, I bite down hard on his finger. I only let go when I can taste his blood on my tongue. A drop of reddish liquid now drips from his finger. He stares at it with raw desire. Then presses his mouth over mine, moving it roughly.

All the moans are stuck in my throat, vibrating against my throat. That’s probably what drives me mad enough to abandon my body to his mercy. He releases my neck, replacing his fingers with his lips as he kiss and bite the skin. I devote myself to touching the hardness of his chest through his black T-shirt. The gun is now completely forgotten. We pull back to take off our clothes, leaving us naked from the waist up. He looks at my chest in amazement and I do the same with his, noticing a tattoo on his left pectoral. They all have a gothic style, reflecting dark elements with lots of detail, but that one is one of the simplest. It’s a fleur-de-lis, like the one on my pendant.

That’s when I realize what a dangerous enigma he is to me.

He puts me on the table and starts nibbling and sucking my nipples. I open my legs so he can get more comfortable between them. The hard tent in his pants presses against my sensitive folds through my panties. We start rubbing against each other desperately. We might as well be having sex with our clothes on right now.

“The door…” I whisper, my eyes fixed on the doorknob.

He ignores me, continuing to devour my nipples until he pulls away with a hungry look. My breath catches in my lungs when he picks up the gun and brings it close to my mouth. He doesn’t have to speak for me to know what he wants me to do. My panties end up on the floor next to my skirt when he pulls them off. The barrel slides down my tongue until it is close to my throat. My eyes water from the pressure. When his fingers begin to stimulate my clitoris, a couple of tears end up sliding down to my chin.

As he pulls out, a string of saliva remains between the gun and my lips, which he quickly attacks with his teeth and tongue. A moan escapes his throat as he feels the tip of the gun at the edge of my opening. Then he moves back, spreading my buttocks apart. Before I can protest, he turns my body over on the desk. I'm now face down with my arse completely at his disposal. He uses his knee to spread my legs.

That’s when his true intention hits me like a bucket of cold water, and heat begins to run through my veins with a feral desire. My muscles inevitably tense when he rubs my puckered hole with the barrel.

“You have other holes. I won’t use this one now if you don’t want me to,” he says, caressing my inner thigh with his free hand. Now? I shake my head, leaving myself completely at his mercy. Anticipation, curiosity, and desire quickly eliminate my fear.