Besieged Read Online L.P. Lovell (She Who Dares #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Drama, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: She Who Dares Series by L.P. Lovell
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
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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.


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