Besieged (6 page)

God he is such an arrogant self-obsessed bastard, and fuck, if he isn't the hottest man I’ve ever seen. This is not how this is supposed to work. I’m stronger than this. I want him and I hate myself for it.

Chapter 5 – Theo

The music pulses through the house, filling the room and all its guests with a chaotic energy. I'm sat on my couch with my friend Henry and Will, Hugo's younger brother. A brunette girl I don't know is on one side of me and Sarah- a model and former conquest- is sat on the arm of the sofa with her long bare legs stretched over my lap. I'm already pretty wasted, the alcohol numbing my mind and senses. Music is blaring and the booze is flowing. The sofa has been pushed up against the wall making an improvised dance floor in the middle of the living room. Bodies are packed together dancing drunkenly. Two girls are dancing on the coffee table in the middle of the room. One seems to have lost her top and is wearing just her bra. This is a standard Friday night in my house. Yes, I could go to a club, but why not make the most of the fact that I have an enormous house in Central London, a bed just a few steps away and the opportunity to invite only the hottest women. Plus, most clubs wouldn’t allow the shit that goes on at these parties.

Hugo appears across the sea of bodies. He waves at me before navigating the swarming crowd. He has his usual entourage of women with him. He’s dressed in skinny jeans, a white vest with a black suit jacket over the top and a trilby. It’s a look only Hugo can pull off without looking like a total douche.

"Dude." He touches a fist to mine. "It is rammed up here." He flicks his eyes to the topless girl on the coffee table. "Apparently with drunk and loose moraled women, my favourite type." He laughs devilishly.

I raise an eyebrow at him. "I'm not sure you need any more women. Most people just bring beer." I gesture to the horde behind him.

He holds his hands out. "Do I ever let you down?" He grins at me. "Ladies let me introduce you to the infamous Theodore Ellis." He announces with his typical theatrical flair. They all giggle and look away. They're Hugo's predictable type. Tall, skinny and half naked.

"This is Charlotte." He motions to a blonde whose waist he has his arm wrapped around and slaps her arse. She turns to me and I see that familiar blush that is almost always inevitable, her lips part a little and I can visibly see her breathing accelerate. She's wearing a silver halter neck dress, it’s very fitted, but does her no favours. It only serves to point out what little curves she has, however it is very short and reveals her obscenely long legs. She wears stilettos with silver straps that wind up her ankles. Her blonde hair is cut in a sharp bob. I stand and greet her, kissing her cheek. She turns a serious shade of scarlet.

"It’s okay sweetheart, he sets most women’s panties on fire." Hugo laughs, then mutters. "Prick.” I laugh. “This is Suzie, Anna, and Ariel." Hugo points out the girls. Before introducing them to Will and Henry.

My head is spinning sometime later as two of Hugo’s harem both writhe and crawl all over my lap in some kind of lap dance. One runs her fingers over my thigh and tightening crotch whilst the other grinds her pelvis almost against my face. The first one kisses my neck before brushing her lips across mine. Like some kind of burst from a film reel, images of Lilly Parker’s face, her lips brushing mine, even her scent, flash across my mind. What the fuck?! Suddenly the two girls in my lap seem cheap and dirty. My enthusiastic boner from a moment ago seems to have changed its mind as to where it wants to reside tonight. Too bad
that
particular pussy isn’t accepting visitors. I drag my hand through my hair. I can’t have her and now just the thought of her is ruining me having a replacement. What the hell is wrong with me? Jesus, I might as well just give up and grow a fucking vagina right now. Drink, more drink will fix this. I won’t remember my own name let alone Lilly fucking Parker’s.

I jump up, shoving the women off me.  "Okay guys I think it's time for a round of tequila shots!" I shout over the music.

Everyone shouts in appreciation. I cross the room to the breakfast bar where several bottles sit. I line up two rows of twenty shot glasses and start filling whilst Hugo fills the other row.

Hugo jumps up to kneel on the bar above the audience and shouts. "Body shots!" Deafening cheers of appreciation fill the room. He waves his hand to silence them again. "Theo here will lick four shots off of four lucky ladies. Fight for him ladies." Hugo laughs as female shrieks pierce my ears and some fierce shoving begins.

I climb on the counter next to him shoving him off as he laughs loudly, watching the chaos. "Whoa! Calm down girls." I smirk. "You can all get a taste." I lower my voice seductively. Hugo holds out his fist and I touch it, smiling at him.

The guys have retreated to the edges of the room, some leaning against the kitchen counters to watch, while the women have formed a rowdy group around the breakfast bar.

"First up. I choose... Sarah." She smiles broadly as she steps up to the breakfast bar. I slide to the ground, before helping her onto the bar. She strips her top and ties up her long blonde hair before lying back on the bar.

"Salt." I say to Hugo, who hands me the salt and a shot of tequila. I dip my finger in the tequila and draw a small line with my finger, between her hip bones.

"Here you go sweetheart." Hugo holds a lime wedge to her lips, winking at her. "Okay, we're ready." Hugo shouts. The people around us cheer, loving every minute of it.

I bend and lick the salt off of her, just as Hugo pours the tequila into her navel. It spills down her sides, and my tongue traces the rivers across her body, before dipping into her navel and flicking my tongue out. Everyone whoops and shouts. I finally take the lime from her mouth, running my tongue across her bottom lip as I do.

"Next!" Hugo shouts. "Let’s see how wasted we can get Theo, and how many of you fine ladies will get to feel the touch of that famous tongue." His voice is low as he wiggles his eyebrows. He laughs as the women in the room go wild.

In the early hours of the morning I find myself dragging a girl who I think is called Lia to my bedroom. I plan on working out all my sexual tension in her. I lost count of how many women I licked tequila off after number ten. So now I'm wasted and thoughts of bloody Lilly Parker still keep flashing through my mind. Needless to say, I'm frustrated, hammered and fucking horny.

Once in my room I brush my finger across the girl's cheek, she blushes and looks away.

“Get naked.” I order her.

I head into the en-suite removing my shirt as I go. I turn around and she’s stood like a deer in headlights breathing heavily. Her eyes move to my now bare torso, she licks her top lip.

“Now.” I use the killer smile, at least I think it is, I’m so wasted my face feels numb, she immediately snaps her bra off to revealing her huge tits. Glad it still works on some people. This is what I do, I seduce women, get them hanging on my every word until they ache to please me. It's a tough job, but someone's got to do it. Although tonight I'm not feeling my usual thrill over the manipulation of a beautiful woman, my interest isn't quite there. Don't get me wrong, she's hot, but I want... I don't know... fireworks I guess. God I sound like such a whiny little pussy, but I want that desperate frenzied, all-encompassing desire for her. I want that desperate need to be in her. I don't, there's only one person I feel that kind of need for. Damn it, just when I thought I'd blocked her out of my mind, she's there like a fucking thorn in my side. "You're out of your league and wasting your time Mr Ellis." I groan as I remember her words, she's so assertive it just makes me want to fuck her, so damn hard. I disappear into the en-suite to freshen up before my imagination runs away with me.

I step out of the room and Lia is led on the bed completely naked. Her tanned skin glows in the dim light.

I remove the remainder of my clothing and climb onto the bed where she is led, her breathing shallow. I kiss my way up her torso and part her legs so that I’m leant between her knees. Her breathing is so loud that I’m sure she’s about to hyperventilate. I grab her by the hips and yank her down the bed into me, she gasps. I lean over her and kiss her neck, skimming my hand across her stomach until I reach her pussy. I trail my finger across her clit gently before dipping one finger inside her. She’s wet of course, primed and ready, but I’m fucking not!

I try and get my head around it, try to get in the mood. She moans and writhes under my touch. Just the sight of her powerless to my touch should be enough but it’s not. It doesn’t work. The bottle of tequila I’ve consumed is probably not helping any. My mind is rebelling against my body, and images of Lilly burst across my vision.  Eventually I close my eyes and let my mind drift to what it's silently demanding. I pretend she's Lilly Parker, which isn't that difficult in my drunken state. She strokes me and my cock twitches, springing to life. I fumble in the bedside table and find a condom. I tear it open and roll it down over my now rigid cock. I kiss her hard, my tongue wrestling with hers, as I groan into her mouth. Her hands leave me and wind into my hair. I bite her lip before making my way down her throat, kissing hungrily. I press against the entrance to her body and ease into her. Her back bows off the bed and her fingers claw at my skin.

She moans as I thrust into her. My teeth graze her neck as I pick up the pace in a frenzied rhythm. Her moans push me towards the edge fast, too fast. I press my hand between our bodies and rub her clit. She cries out and digs her nails in my back as her body tightens. I thrust into her a few more times before coming loudly, growling into her neck.

When I open my eyes I'm almost shocked when it's not Lilly I see. In my own slightly alcohol hazed mind the fantasy had been so real.  I roll off of her frustrated and onto my back on the other side of the bed. She’s left gasping for breath and I’m left bitterly disappointed. What difference does it make? I got what I wanted. I'm irrationally angry that the woman I just had sex with is a mere impersonation of what I actually want.

“Get out.” I murmur into the darkness.

“What?!” She gasps sounding shocked or hurt, I don’t know which and I don’t care.

“Get the fuck out!” I shout at her. She jumps up and grabs her clothing before storming out of the room slamming the door behind her.

I really need to sort out my fucking head.

I drift into a restless sleep filled with burning green eyes and fiery auburn hair.

It's Saturday night and I'm just heading out to the opening of Hugo's new club; Allure.

I step into the garage and stand in the doorway for a moment. I take a minute to admire the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen; her body is a masterpiece of sculpted curves, her elegance unrivalled. She’s perfection, she doesn’t speak, just gives me the ride of my life every time I’m in her. Inside, the smell of fine leather fills the air. The engine roars to life like a sleeping lion that’s been rudely disturbed. I rarely get to drive the Aston as it’s impractical around London day to day, but god I love her. That kind of power at your fingertips is addictive. I push the remote that lifts the garage doors and reverse out onto the drive.

I pull onto the Soho street at around eleven thirty. There is a queue of people lining the pavement to the right. I drive another hundred yards or so and pull up outside the club. The front is white with large metal double doors that look as though they should be from some kind of warehouse. Above the door is a huge sign in delicately crafted steel ‘Allure’, bathed in blue light.  A man in a black suit moves away from the front of the club and walks toward the car, he picks up and moves two traffic cones that are placed in front of me, and I pull the car forward into the space, right behind Hugo’s bright orange Lamborghini. I turn off the engine and jump out. The sound of heavy bass fills the air outside the club.

“Mr Ellis.” The man who is clearly a bouncer greets me.

I nod at him in acknowledgment. “Guard this car with your life.” I smile at him and give him a handful of notes.

I walk in through the front doors and into a dark area with a large circular booth in the middle and a large low hanging chandelier. Two girls sit either side taking entry fees as people stream through the door.

“Good evening Mr Ellis.” One of the girls greets me as I walk past, I vaguely recognise her, although I have no idea who she is. She's pretty and I flash her a smile, earning me a blush.

I pass into the main club and I am shocked. I saw the club while it was being refurbished, but Hugo really has done an amazing job with it. Everything is white with blue up lighting. Enormous chandeliers are suspended from the ceiling. The main bar sits in the middle of the room in a huge circle, similar to the one at the entrance. It’s white, but the entire flat top of the bar glows blue. On the left hand side of the club are lots of sofas and little booths are set back into the wall housing more private seating. The entire right hand side of the club is a dance floor, again in the centre of the floor stands a tall circular booth, judging from the various equipment there I’d say it was a DJ booth. At all four corners of the dance floor stand four circular cages, each with spot lights shining on them. Each cage houses beautiful women dancing. There are two more cages with two more women on opposite sides of the circular bar, they seem to be dressed in a burlesque style, with corsets, lace French knickers, stockings and suspenders all in white, they have pearls draped around their necks and a couple of white ostrich feathers fastened into their hair. They’re all exceptionally beautiful as their bodies writhe and move with the heavy bass.  Let’s just say it's all very Hugo.

I spot what looks like the VIP area up on a glass balcony overlooking the club. The stairs are blocked by a thick white rope. Two bouncers stand either side, one of them un-clips the rope and allows me straight through. At the top of the stairs I’m admitted into the VIP area. There is a small bar in the corner, a dance floor and lots of sofas. There is a glass balcony that runs the length of the lounge and overlooks the rest of the club. I'm greeted immediately by a blonde woman wearing the same attire as the dancers.