Page 14 of Sinful Enemies
My pussy was wet from just looking at him.
“Well, what brings you here Little Trouble?” he licks his lips and then looks at the two handsome guys beside him.
“Clothes from your mum,” I cock my head to the side and dump the bag at my feet.
“Aren’t you a good girl driving all the way down here… I think it was more because you missed me… am I right?” he goads, and the guys laugh next to him.
I let my eyes linger on the one to his left a little longer, dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes and sun kissed skin.
“No, your mum told me about the guys that worked here… thought I could do with being wined, dined and…” I smirk, “well you know what the saying is, don’t you Silas?”
And the smile soon drops from his face and his eyes turn thunderous.
“I’m Hallie, Silas’ step-sister, hi,” I smile widely as I step towards where they’re sitting and hold my hand out.
“Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing,” he looks me up and down as he stands and takes me hand, “I’m Clint.”
“Hello Clint,” I bat my lashes at him as he stands tall.
Placing my hand on his chest, my smile slips for a moment.
“So how about it? Fancy taking a girl out?”
He looks down at me, boyish grin spreading across his face, his eyes volleying between mine.
“Sure thing, how does tomorrow work?” he whispers, his hand gently resting on my hip and I know it’s taking everything in Silas not to react.
“Tomorrow works perfectly, I can’t wait,” I press up onto my tiptoes and place a soft kiss on his cheek.
But that’s all I manage as I feel Silas’ arms wrap around my waist and throw me over his shoulder.
“Put me down!” I scream, kicking my legs and hitting my hands against his toned, muscly back.
“Not a fucking chance,” he growls and storms me out of the room and into what looks like a changing room. Fireman hats hang, boots kicked over and light wood benches.
He places me down roughly and I lose my footing slightly, but manage to catch myself by grabbing the fireman’s pole.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I snap, walking towards him and slapping his cheek which releases a low chuckle as his head spins around to look at me.
“Claiming what is mine,” his voice is low as he walks towards me, pushing me against the pole.
“I’m not yours,” I spit in his face, but he doesn’t wipe it away, he just smiles. “I will never be yours,” I pant as his fingers dig into the bare flesh of my thigh.
“That’s where you’re wrong Little Trouble,” he leans into me, “you’ll always be mine.” And before I can protest, he grabs my hips and spins me around, so my back is to his front. “Hold onto the pole.”
I should be saying no, I should be fighting back.
But I don’t.
I do as he says.
Wrapping my clammy fingers around the cool pole, he reaches for the hem of my skirt and tugs it up and over my hips.
“Fuck,” he drawls out, his fingers hooking in my lace panties as he pulls them down my legs and leaves them around my ankles.
“You enjoy making me jealous, Hallie?” his lips are by my ear, his palm rubbing over my bare ass cheek, and I shake my head. “Don’t lie to me, you knew what you were doing… was you going to fuck him in front of me as well you teasing little slut?” and his hand lifts and slaps against my ass cheek causing me to cry out.
“Tell me the truth,” the sound of his pants being pushed down has me clenching my pussy. “Do you enjoy making me jealous?” he asks again, the head of his thick and swollen cock stretching my soaked cunt.