Taming the Bad Girl (10 page)

“Tell me about
England
,” I said as we got started
on our main course. “I’ve never been.”

Giles smiled and launched into a description of
the area he’d lived in, somewhere called
Sussex
. His smile was swift across
his face as he talked me through various anecdotes. It felt like it had during
date take one.

“Where did you grow up, Luce?” he asked once our
main courses had been removed. “I don’t think you ever told me.”

The pleasure he’d filled me with mere moments
ago disappeared and I paused. Casually I lifted my glass and took a sip of the
rich, red wine—clearly I needed it now. “Nowhere
you’d
know.”

“Tell me anyway,” Giles encouraged.

“A little town, not too far
from here actually.
Like I said you wouldn’t
know it.” Not exactly a lie, but then not the full truth either. Still a
trailer park many, many miles away didn’t quite have the same tone to it and
I’d long since replaced one with the other, almost to the point where I
believed it too.

“And your parents?”

I shrugged.
“Dead.”

“Brothers, sisters?”

“No and no.”

Giles frowned. “Is there no one left in your
life from those days then?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Well, no, but….”

I tilted my head and considered. “What’s with
all the questions?”

“I’m trying to understand you a little better,”
Giles said a shade too casually for my liking. “And these are normal questions,
Luce. The sort of things people talk about.”

Yes, they were.
Which was why
I always avoided such conversations.
There were many things about my past
I was ashamed of. The way I’d grown up. The people I’d mixed with. I knew that
some people liked giving the whole poverty-made-me-strong speech, but I never
had. In my mind those days were long gone and I’d gotten away from them—well,
almost. I had no desire to rehash them with anyone, and certainly not Giles. He
saw me a certain way, that much I did know, and I had no intention of him
finding out certain things about me. Not yet at least.

I sighed imperceptibly.
Alex
flashing across my mind.
His last text message
reminding me about our meeting tomorrow night.
God knew I didn’t want to
go, but as always I had little choice. “Let’s talk about something else,” I
said, shooting Giles a smile. “I—”

“Well, if it isn’t Lucy.”

Shit.
My words died. I froze, closed my mouth and turned. Stood right
there, smiling in a way that screamed too much familiarity was one of my
one-night stands.
Damn it
. This
restaurant hadn’t even been on my boomerang list.

I searched my brain for his name and seized upon
the likeliest possibility. “Peter.” My word held a word of warning, but he
chose to ignore it.

“I tried to call you,” he said, sliding closer
to our table. “But the number you gave me was a call center. Obviously you
wrote the wrong one down.”

He grinned encouragingly and I cringed. I was so
clearly on a date and he must have picked up on that and either didn’t care or
was trying to make me feel bad for leaving him hanging. I cursed under my
breath, knowing there was only one way to deal with the situation. “I didn’t.”

Peter did a double-take. “Huh?”

I shrugged, leaned back on my seat and gave him
a scalding glare—keeping my eyes purposefully off Giles’ face. I didn’t want to
see the look I knew would be there. “I gave you the wrong number on purpose. I
didn’t want to see you again, just like I don’t now. So if you could run
along….”

I mimed my suggested action with my fingers and
both heard Giles’ intake of breath and Peter’s shocked gasp, but I ignored them
both, merely taking a sip of wine. I could get my bitch on. Years and years of
necessity had taught me that. Again not to do the whole “forged from poverty”
line but growing up the way made it a skill that one needed to learn and
quickly. Sure it made me feel bad, and I was fairly squirming in embarrassment.
For it to happen with Giles present!
On our first date?
Talk about timing.

“What?” Peter demanded.

I shrugged and put my glass down—mainly because
under the bravado my fingers were shaky. “You heard.”

Giles’ wine glass met mine on the table and I
swallowed unsteadily. I knew, as a woman does, that Giles was not happy about
my
manathon
of the last few months. How could he be?
This was only going to make it worse!

“You’re a cold bitch, Lucy,” Peter bit out
before turning to Giles. “Enjoy tonight, mate. It’s all you’re
gonna
get out of her.”

Giles shocked me then, standing up and gripping
poor Peter, a guy I had indeed kicked to the curb and flirt diverted, by the
collar. “I believe the lady told you to be running along.”

God, he sounded harsh. A deadly tone to his voice
and I saw Peter cringe away from it, holding his hands up and pulling free,
before turning and casting me a final scathing glance. I barely noticed it. I
was drawn to Giles. The tension I could feel coming off him in waves.

“Giles,” I began, a mixture of embarrassment and
lust mingling in the pit of my stomach. Though I didn’t need to embarrassed, it
wasn’t like Giles and I were together when I
boinked
Peter—and what a fucking mistake that was! Still, I felt it. He’d wanted me
then, as I’d wanted him. Confused and angry I’d sought solace elsewhere.
Which had not worked.
So yeah, there was embarrassment.
Pointless pretending otherwise.

And the lust?
Was it wrong to get hot because Giles had stood up for me?
For my nipples to be hard, my panties to be wet?
Maybe.
But again, it was there anyway. No one made my pussy
clench like Giles did. No one else could possibly ever make me pant the way I
did for him.

Never.
It was as simple as that.

The man who could tie me up in so many knots
there was, and never had been, any escape shook his head. “Let’s get out of
here.”

Chapter Sixteen

Giles: Jealousy is the worst.

I threw her down on the bed, barely able to
control my anger. She let out a shocked gasp, her gaze finding mine, a question
there clear for me to see. I ignored it.

“Giles…. What?”

Not even bothering to reply I undid my shirt,
removing it swiftly. I followed it with my boots, my socks and then my jeans.
Lucy watched, her gaze wide, until I stood naked before her. I was erect,
massively erect, my cock pulsing to get inside her.
To show
her, to claim her.
I pulled a condom over my waiting cock, because we’d
forgotten on that first night and that was not something I’d be doing again.
Fully sheathed I pumped myself slowly, letting her see the intent in my eyes.

“Giles…” she repeated.

“I don’t want to talk to you right now,” I said,
continuing to stroke myself.

“You just want to fuck me?”

“I want to make you forget any other man before
me.”

“Giles,” she whispered. “That was so awkward.
I’m so sorry….”

I grimaced.
Pushing the
thought of the other man away.
I knew she’d slept around, of course I
did, and now I could maybe even begin to guess why. So yeah I knew it but had
never seen it in person.
Never looked at the results of her
activities until tonight.
It was, as I suspected, enough to tip me over
the edge. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” I said.

“But—”

“But nothing, we weren’t together. You could do
as you like, and you did, didn’t you?
Over and fucking over?”

She frowned. “He was a mistake.”

I knelt down on the bed, in between her open
thighs. Tempted though I was to bury myself right there and then I was in no
mood for that sort of sex. Instead I flipped her over onto her stomach, took
her hands and secured them in the small of her back.

She gasped as I bunched her layers of skirts,
the dress that I’d thought she looked so innocent and fresh in, and what a
fucking lie that was, around her waist.

“Just like me?” I asked.
“A
mistake?”

“No, Giles, no,” she whispered.

I ignored her soft words and guided my cockhead
towards her waiting pussy. She had on just a thong and I simply pushed it aside
before burying myself completely inside of her.

She shrieked and lifted her hips up, allowing me
to penetrate as deeply as possible. Her amazing ass cheeks practically bouncing
with pleasure. Pleasure speared through me and I groaned. She felt so good, so
amazing.
For you and
how many others?

I growled, pulled out and thrust back in.
Giving no quarter, not being gentle at all.
I pounded in and
out, over and over. Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead, my body shook, but
I did not stop. I pummeled my cock into her without mercy. She screamed and she
shrieked and she thrashed around, but I could feel her pussy drenching me. Feel
her juices dripping down my balls.
Bathing me with her
arousal.

It only made me angrier. “You like this don’t
you?” I hissed.
“Being fucked.”

She gasped. “Yes, by you….”

I barely heard her reply. “You like it hard,
Lucy?
Like to feel it nice and deep?”

“Oh, God, yes.”

“You want me to make that little pussy come? To
make it clench around me?”

“Yes,” she agreed.
“God, yes,
Giles.
I’m so close.”

I pulled out and she moaned. “No, come back.
Please!”

I laughed and moved down the bed.
Wanting back in her, wanting to punish her.
Wanting I did
not know what. I was angry, horny.
Pissed off with myself for
being so God damn enthralled with her.
Desperate to
make her think only of me.

I placed a hand under her belly and lifted her
hips from the bed. There they were, right in front of me.
Her
wet pussy and her little asshole.
Without another thought I buried my
face in her. Let her juices splash my face.

I licked from her ass all the way to her clit
and she moaned her pleasure to me.
Her hips lifting of their
own accord, encouraging me to devour her.
I licked and I nibbled,
becoming more and more frantic in my movements. With my spare hand I reached up
and grabbed her ass cheek—hard. She moaned louder.

I smacked that ass cheek—hard—and she shrieked.
“Dear God…”

I smacked it again at the same time as I took
her entire clit in my mouth.
Smack, suck.
Smack, suck. Smack, suck.
Grinding my hips against the bed I felt my cock
bursting for release. Soon, I told it, fucking soon.

Smack,
suck. Smack, suck. Smack, suck.

And just when I thought her ass couldn’t take
any more Lucy lifted her hips completely.
“I’m
gonna
come,” she screeched. “Oh God, I’m
gonna
.”

I felt her pussy vibrate, felt it start to shake
around me and I let my hand move across her reddened ass cheek, my finger
collecting some of her juices and then just as the orgasm hit her I dipped my
finger into her asshole. She shrieked again, moaning my name over and over.

“Giles, Giles, Giles.”

She was so tight. So fucking tight and so
shocked, her head thrashing back and forth. I knew right there and then that no
one else had breached that barrier. Whatever Lucy might have done in the past
she’d never done that.

I would be the first.

With that thought in mind I pulled away from her
pussy, keeping my finger where it was, working her in and out.
Loosening her up.

“It’s too much,” she begged as I lifted her onto
her knees, positioning myself behind her.
“Too much.”

“You want me to stop?” I asked. “Tell me now.
Because you know what I’m going to do, don’t you?”

A pause and then, “You’re going to fuck my ass,”
she whispered.

“Yes.”

She shivered. “I’ve never…”

“I know. So tell me now if you don’t want this,”
I said, continuing to work my finger in and out. “I’ll stop, Luce, if you want
me to.”

And I would, of course I would. I would never
hurt her, only wanted to pleasure her, and though the primitive part of me
wanted to claim her in a way no one else had I would never do so unless she
wanted it too. The anger of moments ago was gone now. All I wanted to do was
make her come over and over. To make her scream my name until her voice was
hoarse.