Sin With Me; One Night with the Bully

Belong to Me

The slow piano in the background was the only sound I could hear above the rapid thump of my heart. Florian had his eyes on me, boring straight into the crevice of my soul.

Slowly, I turned away, grabbing the glass of wine and bringing it to my lips. He said nothing still, and once my glass went empty, I reached for the bottle again.

My eyes were starting to rapidly fill either tears, and I started to regret telling him. Had I ruined everything? Have I broken the attraction he seemed to have to me? Have I destroyed whatever we had going on for us? Have I broken whatever this... could have led to?

I donned yet another glass, and I started to feel lighter, my chest heaving. I sighed and reached for the bottle again, but he held it, his fingers wrapping around mine, stopping me from pulling the glass to me. I hated how all of my body immediately responded to his touch, my heart beating wildly, my blood burning on the promise of a touch that I used to love, my spine conveying electricity through me.

I looked up, meeting his eyes, my chest heaving. He still had the same expression, just his jaw was lightly clenched. I wished I could peel him apart and read diligently about the secrets of his soul. I wish I could read what he truly thought of me.

Was I just his best friend's little sister whom he is helping because I was heartbroken? I couldn't accept that explanation. His body could not have lied to me that night. Even if his eyes hid things, his body had loved mine. His lips had loved mine. His hands had loved me.

It wasn't a one night sort of love. Or a pity sort of love. It was real, intense, and passionate. The kind of love I had gone from begging for from him to begging for from Damien.

"Let me have it, Florian." My voice was low, teary. "At least. I have asked for you and you left. For seven years, I asked for Damien, and I ranked second to some prostitutes. At least, let me have the bottle."

He swallowed, then pulled it away from me and kept it next to him on the table. I gave an exasperated sigh as I struggled not to cry.

"Ask one more time," he said finally.

"Give me the bottle."

He met my eyes. They were dark, and he was looking at me like he could push the table aside and devour me right there on the floor.

"For me. Ask for me one more time."

My breath hitched in my throat as I leaned away, my chest heaving hard.

"Why? You enjoy seeing me beg?"

He gave a small shrug. "You are not to beg, Roxanne. You are to ask." He met my eyes again. "The same way you ask for something that belongs to you. For something you own. For something that waited eight years for you."

My heart beat slowed to a dangerous pace, and I lay back on my chair. A knock came on the door, and the server walked in, bowed, and then put our plates on the table. None of us broke eye contact even as he walked away, then closed the door behind him.

I averted his gaze. His eyes were doing unhealthy things to me, and I hated how vulnerable I have become. I hoped I would forget this conversation by the time I wake up tomorrow, so I won't remember begging for him. Like I have done in my head so many times.

He gave a small sigh, then straightened and leaned to me. He unwrapped my cutlery, then placed them on the edge of my plate.

"You should eat."

I swallowed, then slowly straightened. His attention turned to his food, and I watched him, my chest heaving. Between him and the roast in front of me, one would make me feel so much better. It certainly was not the roast.

"I want loyalty," I said slowly.

"From?"

I swallowed. "I want your loyalty."

He did not look up as he gently ate. "That is something you already have."

I bit down on my bottom lip. "I want your security."

"The same."

I turned away, then closed my eyes. Maybe these feelings would be easier to navigate if it had been any man but Florian. I would have decided that I was still in love with Damien, and I needed to heal, but how do I get my heart to repel the first person it ever truly wanted?

So like a coward, I stood up, my walk staggered. He looked up to me as I flipped off my shoes, then walked to him, all the while holding the table as support.

He watched me, ready to catch me as I covered the distance to him. I got to him, and I leaned slowly, my hand coming to rest on the beautiful curve of his neck.

His eyes immediately darkened, and I swallowed, running my fingers down. He didn't move as I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. His eyes never left mine as I removed the first button, then the second, and then the third.

Slowly, I moved his shirt away, and a smile came up on my lips.

"I thought I was seeing things the other night," I said in a small whisper, as my hand came to gently caress his collarbone.

Right there, glistening under the warm light of the restaurant was my name. Roxanne. I had never thought my name to be more beautiful.

He didn't say a word, but his eyes darted around, avoiding mine for a second before he came back to meet me.

With a confidence that could only be induced by alcohol and recklessness, I slowly leaned, my fingers pulling the shirt away even more. My eyes held his as I kissed his collar bone.

I could see him struggle for a bit, but I held his gaze till he finally gave in and closed his eyes, his lips slightly parting. Never have a sight been so ethereal. Suddenly, I had no appetite for food.

I leaned away, and his eyes slowly opened. His chest was rising and falling in a fast rhythm, and I brought my hand to his neck again.

"What happened to us?" I asked, finally getting the question that had bothered for so long out of the way.

Even though sometimes he absolutely ruined me, we were promising. Our legs touched under the table, and he would smile every time. He made sure I had the last piece of everything. He made sure Ronan could never hurt me whenever we got into a fight. He sometimes whispered things to me, things that I could never forget. What happened to us? Why did that kiss change everything?

His lips parted, and I was almost sure he was going to say something before suddenly, the door opened.

I turned, and Damien was standing there, his eyes wide.

I turned to Florian, and he slowly stood up, pushing me behind him, so his body completely shielded mine.

It brought back flashbacks of that day years ago when he had done the exact same thing against my own brother. He had a broken arm and leg from the accident that had killed his parents, and he was with us that day so he could forget.

But he ended up protecting me just like this, and here he was, doing it again.

"Belong to me," I whispered drunkenly against his back, not expecting him to hear it. "Be mine, Florian."

"I already am," he whispered back, his voice low, like it was out own little secret.