Conquered: She Who Dares Book Two (16 page)

I reluctantly release her waist and grab her hand, dragging her through the crowd. My body buzzes under her touch as what feels like an electric current passes between us. She stumbles slightly, the vodka clearly taking it’s toll.

“You’re drunk.” I growl. I don’t know why it bothers me so much. I’ve seen her drunk before. I’ve rescued her several times. Hell, I’ve nearly fucked her drunk before. It bothers me, because the fucking singer is sniffing around her whilst she’s drunk.

“Yes. Last time I checked, that’s none of your concern.”

I pull her up the steps and out the front of the bar. We walk around the corner to where I parked the Range Rover. I open the passenger door. “Get in.” I snap. I need to calm down, but I can’t. He kissed her.

She rips her hand away from me as she throws me a death glare. “No. You wanted to talk, so talk.” I move toward her and she tenses.

“Don’t push me Lilly.” I say through gritted teeth. I roll my neck from side to side. I want to kill him. I want to hurt him. She. Is. Mine. I slam the door and step away from her. Fuck. I need to get myself under control.  She watches me carefully, making no move to stop my pacing.

“Are you actually going to talk to me, or just stomp around like a caveman?” She says acerbically.

I move quickly and press her against the car. I brace my hands either side of her head and stare into those emerald eyes. As always she holds my gaze boldly, never backing down. It breaks my anger slightly. Her scent wraps around me, delicate and sensual. Her tight body is so close, her eyes gripping me. I picture fucking her a hundred different ways. My cock strains against the confines of my jeans, begging to be let out. I clench my jaw against the intense need that feels like a fire burning through my body.

She cocks an eyebrow. “Talk?” She tries to sound confident, but I hear the breathy rasp in her voice.

“I asked you before if you fucked him. Did you lie to me?” My voice is ice cold, anger barely contained. Her eyes go wide before she manages to school her expression.

“Seriously?

I lean in close to her. I’m hanging on by a thread. “Have you fucked him?” I grate out.

She tries to push against my chest. Her breath quickens and her face flicks from desire to anger and back again. “You know what Theo, go fuck yourself!” Anger wins out. She moves to slap me, but she’s drunk and her reflexes are slow. I catch her wrist and use it to pull her closer.

“Lilly.” I growl. I’m not in the mood for her evasive shit. I need to know. This is driving me fucking insane. “I’ll ask one more time. Are you fucking him?”

“Yes!” She screams angrily, her eyes blazing. I know her. I know every facial expression she has, and I know when she’s lying. She clearly doesn’t realise how close to the edge I am right now or she wouldn’t lie about this. Why would she lie? She wants me to think she fucked him?

“No. You’re not.” I say.

Her eyes snap to mine, seduction laced with fury. “I’ve moved on. Deal with it and stop acting like a fucking psycho.” She says angrily.

I laugh harshly. “I’m a psycho. You just beat ten bales of shit out of a guy.”

“He touched me.” She snaps.

I clench my jaw. Is it a fucking wonder when she’s dressed like that? I still want to find the fucker and finish what she started though. Jesus, this is going to kill me. How did I not see this when I was with her? When we were together I always knew that she would deny all of these fucking losers. Now though…I have no claim on her. There’s every possibility she might actually take up with one of these fuckers. Hell no.

“I need to go Theo. I have moved on, so stop harassing me.” We both know that’s not true. I reach out and tuck a stray hair behind her ear. Her breath catches and I can almost see her pulse jumping in her throat from here. I smirk. Testing the water I lean close and brush my lips from her neck to her shoulder. She trembles violently.

I laugh lightly. “You will always be mine, sugar.”

She stands there looking so damn beautiful, making me want to fuck her brains out. Her eyes are blazing. Her body so tightly wound she looks like she’s about to snap any minute. Her breathing is shallow as she tries to control it, but she’s gagging for it. No doubt the fact that she’s drunk isn’t helping her situation. She always did become a dangerous little seductress where alcohol is involved.

“I’m going to find Cruise. I’m going home with him.” She says in a breathless rush. I step away from her and clench my fists over and over trying to control myself. She’ll go home with him over my dead fucking body. The only reason he’s still breathing after that kiss is because I haven’t gotten to him yet. I will though.

“You’re many things Lilly, but never a whore.” I bite. My jaw aches from grinding my teeth so hard. She makes me fucking crazy. I’m not enough, but he fucking is. She slaps me and hits home this time. Hard. I smile, knowing I push her just as much as she pushes me. I don’t know whether to fight with her or fuck her half the time. I love it when she gets feisty.

She’s shaking violently, her hands clenched into fists. “Fuck…” I press her against the car and I kiss her, my rage taking over. It’s unrestrained, raw dominance. She needs to know that I fucking own her. She growls against my lips and bites my bottom lip until I can taste blood in my mouth. I grab her arse and lift her, my fingers digging into her firm flesh. Her thighs clamp around my waist as her fingers grab at my hair, pulling at the roots hard, the bite of pain turns me on even more. I ram my pelvis against her, slamming her into the car hard, she snarls like a wild animal fighting for dominance. My cock is fucking desperate for her. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. The anger and need flow through me like a living thing.

I unbutton and unzip my jeans quicker than should be possible. I pull them down just enough to expose my cock. Her skirt is already pushed up over her hips exposing a scrap of lace underwear. I rub my cock against her to find the material soaked through. I hiss out a breath. Fucking hell. She moans and tries to push against me, but I slam her against the car again. Nothing about this is careful. It’s an unrestrained claiming. She drags her nails along the back of my neck in response. I rip her underwear away, shredding the lace. Her thighs clench tighter around my hips as the material bites against her skin. I kiss her hard, punishing her lips as I slam into her, burying myself balls deep inside her with one thrust. She screams against my lips, her nails now embedded in my shoulders, even through my shirt. I thrust hard, pummelling her against the unyielding metal and glass at her back again and again. She growls and plunges her tongue into my mouth. She tastes of vodka, sex and sin. She is my downfall. I grab her hair and pull her head to the side to expose her neck. I pound into her hard as I bite down on her pulse. She screams out as her thighs clamp tight around me, her pussy gripping me hard sends me hurtling over the edge with a hoarse shout. I come like a fucking fire hose inside her. Fuck. Me.

My legs are trembling, my chest heaving. I lift her off my cock and slide her to the ground before I crumple and drop her. She keeps her eyes down as she adjusts her skirt back into place. Her underwear is ruined. The thought of her going anywhere in that skirt with nothing underneath drives me insane. She looks so beautiful, her hair wild, skin flushed and lips slightly puffy. I re-fasten my jeans, only now aware that I just fucked her in an alleyway. An alleyway where anyone could see, and there is no way that nobody heard that. I just can’t control myself around her. She was looking at me like she wanted to eat me alive. There’s only so much a guy can take.

“I don’t know…That wasn’t…” She stumbles over words. “Fuck. Fuuuck! I have to go.” She says quickly. “I’m sorry.” She mumbles. The shame and regret rolls off her in waves. Of course she’s ashamed. She lost control. She succumbed to me despite the fact that I’m the shitty ex-boyfriend who’s not good enough for her. Her shame cuts me deep and opens up an already festering wound. Her apology just rubs salt in the wound. I don’t need her fucking apology or her sympathy. The words
not enough
echo through my mind, and I grit my jaw against her blatant rejection. Well fuck her. This shit goes both ways.

I shrug and manage to plaster a smirk on my face, feigning the arrogance expected of me, despite the anger boiling just beneath the surface. “Don’t be. I really needed a fuck, and no-one fucks like you Lilly.” I smile smugly as I step closer to her, and whisper against her ear. “I know you love to be fucked like a dirty whore.” My voice is venomous, aimed to strike her where it hurts. Her expression tells me I hit home. I want her to feel just a fraction of the pain I do when I look at her. To feel just a fraction of what it’s like to have the person you trusted to stand by you, to love you, treat you as if you’re nothing.

“You won’t see that singer again.” I grit out.

“Fuck you.” She hisses.

“Seems you just did.” I smirk.

“You can’t tell me who I can or can’t see.” She growls.

“Watch me. You may be a whore, but you’re my whore, and I don’t fucking share.”

“I’m a whore! That’s rich, coming from the guy who can’t keep his dick in his pants for five fucking minutes. You define whore!” She screams.

“You are mine Lilly.” I growl at her.

“Don’t kid yourself Theo. You’re nothing more than a mistake that I seem to make time and time again.” She steps closer until her chest is pressed against me. “You may be addictive, but you’re poison. I will never be yours again.”

She turns on her heel and storms down the alleyway.

“Fuck!” I roar as I launch my fist into the side of the car, barely acknowledging the pain in my hand. I take deep breaths. That fucking woman. How does she do this to me every time?

She leaves me no choice. Time to take matters into my own hands and pay that singer a visit.

I find him stood at the bar. The show has finished and I guess the party is getting started. All four of the guys are doing shots.

I plaster a sincere smile on my face. “Hey guys. Loved the show.”

They turn around, and the look on Cruise’s face tells me he knows exactly who I am. “Um, thanks man.” The one with all the tattoo’s says.

I keep my attention away from Cruise, otherwise I might kill him, and that won’t fix the situation. What I’m about to do however, will. “Look, I have a lot of contacts in the industry. I’m willing to fund a demo, and try and get you guys a record deal.”

They all stare at me in silence for a moment. I notice them start to subtly assess me, my clothes, my shoes, the fifty grand watch on my wrist.

“You’re serious?” The hairy one asks. I nod.

“I…shit, I don’t know what to say. This is epic.” Tats says with a grin. “When do we start?”

I smile and hand him my business card. “Call me on Monday and I’ll set it up.”

He reads the card before his eyes go wide. “You’re Theodore Ellis.”

I smirk. “The man himself.”

“Holy shit.”

I keep the smile on my face. “Singer, I need to speak to you. Alone.”

I walk away from the bar to where it’s slightly quieter. When I turn around he’s stood right behind me, his thick arms crossed over his even thicker chest. All I can see is his lips on Lilly. I clench my fists, but wince when my right hand screams in protest. He glances down at my split knuckles but says nothing.

“So this is how it’s going to work. I am going to be true to my word and I will try and get you guys a record deal. You, are to leave Lilly alone. No contact. You don’t call her, you don’t see her, nothing.”

He presses his lips together in a thin line. “So let me get this right. You’re going to try and get the band a record deal all because you don’t want me near your ex-girlfriend who wants nothing to do with you.

I grit my teeth. “Just be grateful that I have a motivation to help you.”

“Do you even have an interest in the band?” He scowls.

I shrug. “I will do once I’ve invested money into you recording. I don’t like losing on investments.”

“So, that’s what this is, an investment?”

I step closer to him. “No, this is leverage. Stay away from her. I see you near her again, and I won’t be offering you a record deal to get you away from her.”

He glances down, a torn expression on his face. “She’s my friend, and she needs me thanks to her dick shit of an ex-boyfriend who fucked her over. I’m not going to sell her out.”

“Lilly doesn’t need anybody, and she never will. Remember that before you turn this down. Think about your band mates.” I counter.

He glances up, a glint of anger in his eyes. “Don’t try and manipulate me with your shit. I am the band, without me they have nothing. If I walk the band is finished anyway. Plus, they’ve met Lilly. They like Lilly. They will understand.”

One look, and I can tell he’s in love with her. I don’t think she even realises the effect she has on people around her. “You do realise she will never love you.” I snap.

He inhales sharply. “I know.”

“So why give up an opportunity for her?” I know why, because Lilly is the sort of woman you would sacrifice everything for.

He doesn’t answer. “Just tell me why you want me to walk away so badly.”

I pause for a moment. “Because I love her, and I will get her back. You’re just an obstacle. A distraction for her.”

He sighs. “Okay, but I don’t want you to try and get us a contract, if I’m going to do this for you, then you are
going
to get us a contract. Deal?”

I smile. I love it when people drive a deal. “Deal. But you do not even think her name. Are we clear?”

“Jesus mate, you’ve got some serious issues.” He shakes his head before turning and walking away.

Chapter Twelve

Lilly

Theodore fucking Ellis. Arsehole extraordinaire. So, now I hate him. I can’t believe he used me like that. He called me a whore and it stings coming from him. I hate this fragility he brings out in me. I loved him. I trusted him. This is what love does, it just empowers people to hurt you. This hurt so much more
because
it was him. Is it wrong of me to say I expected better? Damn it, I should never have had sex with him. What was I thinking? He’s right, I am just a whore. I fucked him in an alleyway for god’s sake. Yet now I’m upset because he treated me like one of his whores.