Like A Lie
1137 Words
The tension the car thickened, and I found myself looking between Florian's lips and his eyes, my chest heaving hard, my body trembling with anticipation.
He gave a small smirk before he started to pull away. Disappointment washed over me, and I blinked rapidly, trying my best to hide just how much I had needed him to go through with it.
Give me his taste as punishment for disobedience, and I am forever stamped to he a bad girl.
"Florian, I..." I trailed off, then shook my head.
His eyes moved to something behind me, and for the first time in so long, I saw the same blinding wicked smile light his face up.
His sharp canines came on display, his eyes thinning, the red lights of wickedness splashing through his orbs.
My brows furrowed, but I didn't have much time to contemplate before he covered the distance, his left hand wrapping around the nape of his neck, the thumb of the same hand coming below my chin to raise my face up, at an angle that would give him the sort of space he wanted. The sort of space I needed.
He didn't waste time in claiming my lips, showing me all of the ways he had deemed me to belong to him even when I thought I belonged somewhere else. All the ways he had control of me even when I was under the illusion that I had the reins of my life.
He moved slowly, then placed a small kiss on my neck, his tongue running along the lines of my neck. My eyes closed, and I leaned further, wrapping my arms around the nape of his neck, my head thrown back as I hoped he would never stop.
"Roxanne!" Came a sudden yell, and my brows furrowed, but Florian slowly bit down on the small area below my throat, causing me to let out a small moan, and the sound of passing cars, and the yell of name to immediately diminish like it was never even there.
"Roxanne, you fucker!"
Florian slowly moved away from me, and I turned towards where the sound was coming from. My brows furrowed as I saw Ronan's car, the exact same one as the car Florian had taken today too, parked just a few inches from us.
My eyes widened, and I turned to Florian, who was watching me, a devilish smile running on his lips, his eyes holding nothing but jest. He seemed perfectly satisfied with the drama he had just caused, and he, in fact, seemed to get some sort of high from it.
I turned just in time to see Ronan running around to my side of the car.
"Florian," I said, for the lack of anything better to say. He simply leaned back on his seat and reached for a button, closing the doors and windows.
Ronan hit my window, his eyes wide, his hands balled into fists as he hit the window again and again, yelling things I couldn't hear through the window.
I wasn't sure what got him so angry, so f*****g mad, but it was scary. It reminded me of all those nights when he would come around, drunk, and yell at everyone, mostly me. All the times he hit my face if I so much as dared to talk back.
I felt Florian come around me, and he effortlessly pulled me away from my seat, his hand pushing up my skirt so I could spread my legs around his waist.
"I..." I said, my chest heaving. "It's scary."
I never admitted that Ronan was sometimes scary. I never admitted that he made my blood run cold. That he gave me something that made me incapable of thinking when he was like this.
"I know," Florian whispered, his hand holding the back of my head to keep me from turning. I could still hear the way Ronan was hitting the car, however. "But you are safe with me. He wouldn't dare."
I knew. I knew there was very little number of men who would dare around Florian. It was the onlybreason I wasn't hiding beneath the seats in an attempt to get away.
He adjusted me, and I heard the car come alive again. Without bothering to even look at Ronan, Florian drove out of there, one hand caressing my back, the other navigating the wheel.
I sighed into his neck, and my eyes slowly opened. They were moist, and I bit down on my lips. It had been years. I thought I had outgrown being that scared little girl. I thought I had let go of my fear.
"Why did you do that?" I asked Florian, looking up to him, but making sure not to block his view.
All my life felt like a lie now. I had somehow learned to block things out and would only remember them when they resurfaced, like right now. Eerily, it only began with the contrast of the way Florian was treating me to everything else that I had blocked put.
"Do what?" He asked, and there was a coldness in his voice that told me he was less than impressed by Ronan's stunt.
"Kiss me because you knew my brother was watching."
He chuckled. "Let me rephrase that for you, sweetheart. I kissed you because I can. Because I wanted to."
"What will your employees say about this?" I asked again, turning slightly to see the imposing Hunt Group main building.
"Definitely not you are fired," he said with a small laugh, and I chuckled, shaking my head.
"I hate you."
"I know, Princess. I know."
I sighed, nuzzling back into his neck as we turned into the building. The car slowly came to a stop, and I got off him and fixed my skirt and shirt, my chest heaving.
He watched me keenly till I was done before he slowly got out of the car. He came around to me and opened the door, then gave me his hand. I took it and walked out of the car, just as Ronan's car came to a stop next to us.
I froze, but Ronan seemed very unbothered as he closed the door behind us and took my hand.
"Roxanne," came Ronan's voice.
He was much calmer now, and I turned to him, my eyes wide.
"What do you want?" I asked, my fingers tightening around Florian.
"I have something to tell you," he said, taking a step towards me.
Florian swiftly came between us, his eyes thin, his frame imposing.
"Say it from there," I managed to say, and he nodded.
"Fine. Mum wants to see you."
"Why?" I asked, peeking out. "If this is still about Damien..."
"She had a heart attack last night. Are you still going to choose him?"
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