Pretend? I huff mockingly and try to get out of his grip-but his hands are too strong. Louis holds my shoulders tightly enough to have complete control over my arms, and my hands can’t reach him properly. He forces me to walk back all the way to the wall, and I stumble a few times, losing my heels and hissing curses at him.
“And what are you gonna do now?” I say, looking into his eyes with a mocking chuckle as soon as my back hits the wall. Louis is practically looming over me, but I’m too hot and angry to feel scared. “I thought you promised to keep me from harm, but I guess that was just another pile of bullshit, wasn’t it?”
“Oh, I’m not gonna harm you.” Louis smirks, but it looks almost predatory, sending a wave of hot shivers under my skin. “I’m gonna make you feel good.”
“You bast-”
But his lips cut off my protests, and I can only try to pull away, but the back of my head hits the wall. Goddamnit. I purse my lips, shut my eyes, and try to hit him with my fists, but his grip doesn’t give me enough room to swing my hands properly. My blows end up being too weak to do him any harm, and I…I realize that I’m losing my strength from his kiss.
No matter how hard I try to keep my mind focused, my body quickly succumbs to the warmth of his lips on mine and his hands on my shoulders. Wherever we touch, I feel his heat even through the layers of my dress and his bathrobe, and it spreads deep under my skin. Desire tightens my guts, forcing my muscles to relax and my heart to beat faster, and all too late I find myself responding to his kiss.
As soon as I realize it, though, I try to get away from him with renewed vigor, slapping his back and meekly kicking his legs. No, I’m not gonna be such easy prey to him! I hum into his lips and, without a second thought, bite into his lower lip. It finally makes Louis pull back with a hiss, and I can’t help a triumphant smile.
“So what? Got it?” I tell him mockingly, pausing my attempts to push him away, and Louis glares at me with blood on his lip. “All I got is that you still want me.” What? No, you idiot!
But before I can say anything, Louis suddenly wraps his arms around my back, lining my elbows against my waist, and picks me up. I gasp as soon as my feet get off the ground, and my whole body freezes in his grip. I don’t want to get out of his arms only to end up on the floor with a bruise, okay?
“I hate you,” I grumble through my teeth, keeping my gaze away from his face, but it doesn’t impress Louis.
“Your body doesn’t think so.”
I roll my eyes and scoff, but damn it, he’s kinda right. My pulse is fast, and my body is on fire, burning with the desire to get him closer. It’s been almost ten years since we had sex, but the memories of it come up in my mind all too quickly, reminding me how good it felt to be completely in his power.
Maybe just one time? It wouldn’t do me any harm-but no, shit, how can I even think about it?
I shut my eyes, trying to pull myself together, and that’s exactly when Louis drops me on the bed. God, why is it so easy for him to handle me, and why is my body so weak for him?
“Damn animal,” I grumble, just to remind him what I truly think about him, but Louis only chuckles and presses a quick kiss to my lips.
His hands caress my face and my neck and slide down my sides, making me writhe underneath him-and before I know it, Louis grabs my hips and forces me to roll onto my stomach. I flail my arms in surprise, blindly feeling the mattress and trying to push myself up, but he quickly catches my wrists and pulls them behind my back.
“Don’t tell me you don’t like it,” Louis murmurs into my ears, and I can feel his fingers tracing the lines of my corset. God, why does it make me tremble?
I keep my eyes closed and bite my lip, refusing to say anything, but I can’t find it in me to keep fighting him. Everything inside of me is tight and heated, only waiting for him, and even my thoughts become blurry and lost. The embers of anger are still glowing in me, but the fire of desire is burning bright enough to take over, and I can’t help it.
I want Louis.
With one hand still holding my wrists, Louis unties my corset, pulls the laces out, and a second later, I feel him wrapping them around my wrists. Oh god. I bury my face into the mattress, refusing to show him any signs of arousal, but he knows me too well.
“Does it feel good already?” Louis almost purrs, stroking my arms with pure satisfaction in his voice, and I clench my fists in an attempt to protest. But I quickly relax them with a shiver when Louis’s hands slide under the skirt of my dress and finally touch my skin.
Shit. I shut my eyes tighter, trying not to show any reaction whatsoever-but it does feel good. His palms are big and warm, caressing my knees and thighs before sliding up to squeeze my butt. It almost makes me hum into the mattress, but I bite my lip and tense up to force myself to stay still.
“You don’t have to be so stressed about it, baby.” Louis pats my butt and chuckles. “I will only give you pleasure tonight.”
I want to tell him to shut up-his cocky voice is annoyingly hot- but my lips are pressed into his mattress, and before I can think about turning my head, Louis slides my panties down my thighs. Wait, he’s not gonna eat me out, is he?
He is. I pull my lip between my teeth, tensing up in anticipation, and as soon as his tongue touches my body, I have to bite to stop myself from moaning. A pleased hum makes its way past my lips, but Louis doesn’t acknowledge it and continues petting me, holding my thighs for stability.
Oh god, oh god, oh god-
I shut my eyes tighter and let out a shaky moan into the sheets when Louis slides his finger inside of me while licking me all over. Ah, why does it have to feel so good? My breathing becomes too heavy to handle, so I turn my head to the side and gasp for breath, fidgeting slightly.
It feels so nice to have the cool sheets under my hot cheeks that I slightly slide forward, unable to control my body properly. But Louis wraps his arm around my thighs to keep me in one place and chuckles hoarsely.
“It’s too late to escape, Cinderella.”
“Go to hell, prince,” I breathe out without a second thought, not caring how deep and slurred my voice is.
“Oh, are you sure?”
Louis pushes his fingers deeper inside, making me shudder and arch on the bed from the jolt of pleasure-but a moment later, he pulls them out and moves away. My body shivers from the touch of cool air on the wet, hot traces of his lips, and I whine quietly, writhing to get him back.
“I almost want to leave you here like this,” Louis murmurs, and I feel his hands on my sides and arms, stroking me gently. “Tied up and waiting, just for me. What do you think?”
Even with my mind blurred by arousal, I still have enough selfcontrol to mumble, “Never.”
But Louis only chuckles. “We’ll see, baby.”
And the next moment, he lines himself up against me and thrusts inside, making both of us groan from pleasure. God, it feels good. My body opens up to him, taking him in, and through the pounding of my heart, I can hear indistinct praise coming from Louis.
He strokes my thighs and sides, sliding his hands under the fabric and turning my dress into an even bigger mess, but I don’t care. Every movement of his hips sends a wave of pleasure through my body, and the deeper he goes, the harder it is to keep my moans quiet. The sheets under my lips turn wet from my hot breath and saliva, and I mindlessly bite into them, whining and whimpering for more.
“That’s it, good girl,” Louis murmurs and pulls out, untying my wrists before sliding his hands to my thighs.
I can only shiver from the empty feeling he leaves behind and follow his hands, rolling onto my back. I’m too out of my mind to care about decency, so I just raise my knees in the air, giving him open access to my body. Louis curses under his breath and immediately takes the invitation, slamming in-and I cry out loud, shaking and wrapping my legs around him to pull him closer.
My hands are finally free to grasp the sheets in tight fists, and I arch my back against the mattress when Louis starts rubbing me. Oh, that’s too much, oh, that’s good, that’s so good. I shut my eyes tightly while my hips instinctively jolt toward his hand before going down to take him deeper.
Shit, shit, it’s too much, I’m gonna-
The pleasure hits me hard, rising from the tips of my toes, and I squeeze Louis with my knees and shudder in the throes of orgasm. He keeps going for a few more seconds, but I can feel his thrusts turning deep and erratic. It doesn’t take him long to bury himself deep inside of me with a stifled moan, and I hold him in my own daze.
Oh, shit. I really shouldn’t have done this.
The realization dawns on me only a minute later, but well, it was good enough to be worth it. Not that it changes anything between us, right? I lick my lips and swallow, trying to pull my thoughts together. Damn, I have to get out of here.
“See?” Louis murmurs in a hoarse whisper, and I can feel his breath on my shoulder. “We are still good together.”
“No, we are not.”
I push his shoulder, rolling him off of me. I knew he’d think that sex could fix everything between us-but how on earth could it fix what he has done? Before Louis has the time to catch me again, I get up, barely holding my dress together, and turn to look down at him.
“You are not a human, Louis Messina. You are nothing but an enemy of mine.”