Page 82 of Conquered
I edge closer to him, placing my hand on his arm and squeezing gently. I can feel the tension in him ease a little, so I step even closer, our sides brushing.What is going on here?
Her head snaps to me, blue eyes sharp and cutting. Her smile, however, is still in place, yet it lacks any of the warmth that it held moments ago.
“And who is this?” she asks with a tightness to her voice, immediately raising my hackles.
“Clarissa, this is Lilly Darling,” Loki responds with a slight growl, as if she's annoyed him. “Lilly, this is Clarissa, the girls’ nanny.” My brows raise.The nanny? Then what the fuck is this about? And why is she looking at Loki like she wants to eat him?
She stares at me like I'm some kind of leper.
Oh, that cuntpuddle has just pissed me right off!
Turning to Loki, I mould my body to his side. I dismiss her like she no longer exists. I’d never usually be so rude, but something about this jizzstain rubs me up the wrong way.
“Loki, baby,” I say breathily, running my hand down his chest and batting my lashes at him, drawing his gaze to me. “Why don't you show me to your room,” I tease, biting my lip and forgetting all about said jizzstain for a moment, lost in a rush of lust.
His eyes flare with fiery lust as he stares down at me, and I'm relieved to see his usual cocksure smile back on his face, even if it's edged with a little confusion.
“Sure thing, Pretty Girl. I'll just grab our bags,” he says, going to make a move away from me. I clutch his arm a little tighter, feeling his muscles bunch and flex under my fingertips.
“Oh, honey. I'm sure...Melissa?” I say like I can't even be bothered to remember her name, looking at the woman in question. “Anyway, I'm sure she can grab them and bring them up? Just leave them outside the door,” I order whilst starting to lead Loki away out of the room and towards the stairs.
I don't miss the flash of rage in her icy blue eyes and can't help but smile smugly at her.Check, bitch.
I turn to face Loki who's looking slightly bewildered, but also turned the fuck on if the semi that he’s sporting is any indication. I smile brightly at him and gesture with my head for him to lead the way.
He takes me up the wide staircase, then we turn right at the top, and go down the hallway to the last door on the left. He opens it and ushers me inside, closing it shut behind us. I only get the chance to register the forest green colour of the walls before he's coming towards me.
“I don't know what the fuck went down out there, Pretty Girl,” he starts, walking towards me and pulling his t-shirt off in that sexy way that guys do, “but it was hot as fuck.”
He grabs me round the waist and pulls me to him, grinding the evidence of just how hot he found it against me. My handsroam his beautiful chest, pulling his nipple bar slightly when I reach it, and loving the moan that leaves his lush lips.
“I didn't like the way she looked at you,” I say, leaning forward and bending slightly, catching his other nipple in my mouth and sucking hard. His hips buck, and he hisses out a breath.
“Jealous, Pretty Girl?” he teases, my head snapping up at his words, eyes narrowing. I pause in whatever I may have said when I look into his eyes and see...they’re wet, and his cheeks are flaming. Something about this isn't right.
I can't stand that he's hurting. I need to chase it away. So I don't say anything, but lean up and capture his plush lips with mine, telling him how I feel with my kiss. It's soft and loving, trying to soothe the hurt away, whatever it is.
A sound escapes him, almost like a sob, as he deepens the kiss, one hand tangling in my hair. He starts to move us backwards, towards the huge bed that I spotted when I walked in.
His hands try to get my pinafore mini dress undone, and he growls when he can't work it out. Breaking our kiss, I chuckle against his lips, taking a step back. I look into his eyes, a breath leaving me to see they are no longer full of pain as I unzip the dress, loosen the straps, and then whip it over my head.
The emerald of his irises are almost completely swallowed up with black as he watches me take off my long-sleeved rainbow cotton top until I’m left in just my underwear.
Today, I decided to go with pretty and flirty. I've got on a black bra and thong set with delicate lace all over that tickles my shoulders and hips. I've also gone for a matching suspender belt, known over here as garters. And thigh-high fishnet stockings. All finished off with my emerald green sparkly heels.
“Fucking hell,” Loki curses, slowly raking his eyes up and down my body, the hunger growing in them.
“Your turn.” I nod to him, indicating that he needs to show me the goods.
A lazy grin spreads across his lips as he steps out of his already untied boots. Apparently, it's fashionable to never tie them up. His hands go to the front of his deep blue jeans, grabbing a condom packet out of the pocket, then slowly popping each button open, until I can see that he's not wearing any underwear as usual. He pushes the denim over his hips, letting his impressive manhood spring free, the pierced end glinting in the light.
Tearing the packet open with his teeth, he slides the condom over his hard length, then he steps out of his jeans in just a pair of white socks and I giggle at the sight. I raise an eyebrow, nodding my head towards his feet.
“You keeping your socks on,baby?” I tease, emphasising his new nickname.
He walks towards me, a devilish grin on his face.
“I thought we could both keep our socks on,” he says, pinging one of my suspenders when he reaches me.
