“You.do.not.touch.what.is mine.” His words are slow and precise, he’s like a man possessed by the devil himself.
Everyone in the bar has stopped what they are doing and is staring at us, making me feel like a goldfish in a tank. Bonnie is looking at me from across the room with pity and sympathy in her eyes. Before I can even register what is happening, Dylan has made his way over to me. I’m in his arms and hanging upside down over his shoulder as he carries me out of the pub. “I warned you, Serena. You should have listened; I don’t like being ignored.”
Oh fuck, I’m in trouble now.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Dylan
What the fuck am I doing?
Looking down at the guy on the floor, his nose is busted and his hands are held up in defence, as the scream coming from the side of me grabs my attention. There’s people standing around watching us. Watching me lose my control, all because of one fucking woman.
Moving from the floor, my focus is on one person and one only; Serena. I throw her over my shoulder and fight through the crowd. Pushing through the door at the other side of the room and put her on her feet.
“What the fuck do you think you were playing at?” I boom.
“Me?” The squealing of her tone makes me cringe as it rings right through me, “You started this bullshit with that slut.”
“I was talking to her. Talking. He touched you. He had your fucking arse in his hands.” I growl.
“At what point did you think you had the right to even stop him. We’re not even together.” She pokes me in the chest shouting.
“Don’t give me that fucking shit, Serena. Did you like it, is that it? Did he turn you on?”
My voice is low, I’m on edge but I can’t stop my hungry gaze from roaming over her body. From the six-inch heels she’s wearing, to the little black number that’s sitting mid-thigh. What I’d do to have those legs wrapped around my back right now.
Taking a controlled step towards me she flattens her chest against mine.
“What would you do if I said yes?”
“Don’t push me anymore, Serena.”
Before she can speak, my hands are framing her face and my lips are crashing against hers in a rough kiss. She doesn’t push me away though. Instead her nails are digging into the skin of my chest, as she fists my shirt to tug me closer. Pushing her up against the wall, I cage her in devouring her completely and forgetting where we are.
I’m too absorbed in Serena to see Neil walking out to join us, until I hear the fake cough from the scraping of his throat, letting us know he’s there. Just as I pull away from Serena, he makes a beeline for me.
“Oh, it’s nice to see you’ve made up while I’m in there sorting your fucking shit out.” He’s a little angry...
“Neil…” I try to talk calmly to him in the hope it’ll help.
“No Dylan, this time you can listen to me.” In the morning you'll be writing a cheque. To stop him from getting the police involved. I’ve managed to give him a pay off, but that was seriously fucked up.”
He points his finger in my chest getting between Serena and I. “As your lawyer, I’ve done my job, but now I’m talking as a friend... your only real friend. You two need to sort your fucking shit out, because I’ll never be a witness to that shit again.”
Serena steps back from us and turns her back not able to look Neil in the eye. Feeling like a the biggest dickhead ever, I look at my friend and right-hand man.
“Thanks.”
“I knew it’d end in tears. I’m going home and I’ll drop Bonnie off on the way.”
“Thanks Neil, I really appreciate it.”
“Yeah. Okay.” He grunts my way as he walks off with Bonnie.
Bonnie stops, hugs Serena and whispers something in her ear. A concerned look is on her face, as a look is passed between them, then she leaves.
I take my phone from my pocket ordering us a taxi.
“We’re going to sort this out Serena. I can’t go on like this anymore... you’re driving me fucking crazy.”
I pull at my hair before framing her face with my hands. As I kiss her a little sweeter and softer, she laps up everything I’m willing to give her.
A taxi pulls onto the car park and I wait a minute to see if it’s for us.
“Proctor mate?”
Nodding at me, I pull Serena along with me and hold the door open for her. She climbs in sliding over to the other side so I can get in next to her, while I give the driver my address. Serena raises an eyebrow as she looks across at me.
“Do I not get a choice in this?”
“Nope. For the first time since we’ve met, I’m taking the wheel. I’m making the decision for us.”
“If you ask me you’ve been in the driving seat all along.” States Serena flatly.
Leaning in to her I breathe against her neck.
“Oh baby, I don’t think you realise that you’ve had me by the balls since the night we met.”
Short, sharp pants leave her open mouth, as I trail kisses from behind her ear down to her collar bone. Before it gets too far, I lean back from her, the evident look of arousal in her eyes.
I take a note from my wallet as we pull up outside my house and hand it over to the driver. Thanking him I get out first, holding out a hand to help Serena out of the car. Unlocking my front door, I go in turning on the lights and wait for Serena to step in.
“I think it’s time we had a talk, don’t you?” I shrug my jacket from my shoulders and lay it over the back of the sofa.
“Maybe, but that depends on whether you’ll be honest with me too.”
She kicks off her shoes and tucks her feet under her bum, as she takes a seat on my leather couch. I grab us a bottle of wine and pour us both a drink. I don’t ignore her question about opening up, but I’m hoping I can distract her for a little longer before I do.
“Why were you like that today in your office?” She asks knocking me off guard.
“Because I thought that was it for us.” I shrug. It’s not a total lie.... “I was hoping it wasn’t, but you were so angry.”
“Dylan, for years I’ve been trampled on. For the first time in my life, my life was mine. I didn’t have anyone to answer to, or prove a point. Then you came along and it was like trading one for another.”
I decide not to tell her about Steve coming into the office, seeing as it’s down to fucking him, that me and Serena are fucked up right now.
“Don’t ever compare me to that wanker, I’m nothing like him.” Passing over her glass I take a seat at the opposite end facing her.
“Serena, no woman has ever affected me the way you do. I don't know how to explain it.” I stroke the backs of my fingers down the silky skin of her cheek, her eyes closing at my touch.
“I still want to be angry at you…” she whispers.
“I know you do.” I answer softly, “I wish I could walk away, but I can’t. There’s only one thing I’m scared of in this world…”
“And that is…?”
“You. I’m scared of you, Serena. I’ve come against some of the most hard-nosed, ruthless men in business, but nothing could have prepared me for you.”
Sliding along the leather of the sofa she edges towards me.
“You have blood on your shirt.” She smooths her palm down the buttons of my shirt, before undoing them slowly, one by one. I catch hold of her hands, stopping her path.
“No. I need to say this.”
Her gaze drops to our joined hands, a look of defeat.
“I never thought I’d say this, but I need more than just sex. Seeing you with that bloke tonight stirred something in me. I’ve never reacted like that Serena, does that not tell you something?”
“Well here’s a little admission of my own, seeing as we’re being honest for the first time ever,” She smirks, “Seeing you with that blonde hurt me ten times more than catching Steve with some skank in my bed. Not that i
t was the first time he’d cheated on me.”
My teeth grind together as I try to keep my anger at bay. My dislike for him has just grown tenfold, even more so than before. I push it back; she doesn’t need anymore. I think we’ve had enough for one night.
“Come here…”
Crooking my finger, I call her to me. Pressing up against me, I gently pinch her chin between my finger and thumb joining our lips. I’m enjoying the softness of her, and taking what I can get, while I can.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Serena
Tonight, could have turned out so much worse.
Dylan could be sitting in a jail cell right now, if it wasn’t for Neil managing to get him out of the shit.
It would have been all my fault. What was I thinking dragging Mark into our fucked-up relationship or whatever we’re calling it?
When Dylan kissed me outside of the bar, I wanted to be so angry with him still, but my traitorous heart wouldn’t let me. It wanted one thing and one thing only; the six-foot four man, who got so jealous by my actions, that he beat some poor fucker up.
Sitting with him here now in his house, is not the way tonight should have turned out, but then again none of tonight went to plan when I think about it.
Looking at him in his own environment, where he’s comfortable, is another side to him that I’ve realised that I love. It’s like Jack told me, Dylan may seem like the big bad wolf when he’s in the boardroom, but under all that exterior is just a man with so many issues, that he doesn’t know what to do with them.
I just wish he would tell me them.
Noticing the blood on his shirt, I go to remove the item of clothing, only he stops me in my tracks. I can see his brain debating on whether he should tell me what’s going on in his mind. He’s not used to having to open up about his feelings that much is clear. When he does speak, I’m speechless at first.
“I never thought I’d say this, but I need more than just sex. Seeing you with that bloke tonight stirred something in me. I’ve never reacted like that Serena, does that not tell you something? I know I was wrong to be talking to that woman at the bar, but I didn’t know what to do. It’s like I’ve become addicted to you. When I couldn’t have you, I thought trying to replace you would help. Only it didn’t, because she wasn’t you.”
Oh wow.
Knowing I have to give something back so I don’t leave him hanging. I finally explain how I felt seeing him with that woman tonight. How it hurt me more than catching Steve with his tramp. I never actually meant to blurt the last part out, but it was like I couldn’t stop myself. The urge to tell him everything became too strong and I couldn’t control my mouth.
Expecting him to go all Dylan on me, he surprises me by staying calm and collective. Which is just what I needed right now. I can’t take much more arguing and fights tonight. The wine from earlier is starting to wear off and my fire is slowly starting to go out.
Sealing our lips together, I pour my heart and soul into it. Trying to tell him the extent of my feelings for him without actually voicing them. Dylan seems the type of person that would scare easy if I just came out with my declaration of love for him. So, for now I’ll keep it to myself and show him instead.
Dragging me up by my hips, he controls my body so that I have to swing one of my legs over him, until I’m straddling his lap.
“This is much better.” He mumbles against my lips, trying his best not to break our connection. “You not fighting me from every corner.”
Roughly taking his face in my hands, I run my fingers up and into his hair. Tugging his neck back so I can kiss a path down his jaw and onto his neck.
Going back to my earlier task of unbuttoning his shirt, I get about four buttons in and give it up as a bad job. Instead I curl my fingers around the material and rip it open sending buttons flying everywhere.
“Someone's eager, I see,” he chuckles. “For as much as I’d love nothing more than to fuck your brains out on my sofa, babe. I think it’s time I take you to my bed and show you that fucking you just isn’t enough for me now; I want to slide inside of you and lap up every second of it.”
Sliding us to the edge of the sofa with me still attached to him, he somehow manages to lift us both of it and carries me to his bedroom.
Softly laying me down onto his bed. He stands before me and removes every stitch of clothing he’s wearing, including his boxers. My eyes zone in on the solid erection that’s jutting out in front of me. It has me thinking how has it ever fitted inside of me. No wonder my orgasms have always blown my mind.
Smirking at my line of sight, he places his hands on my thighs, crawls up my body, taking my dress with him as he goes.
“Just in case I haven’t told you before, I think you’re fucking gorgeous.”
I’m stopped from answering him, when he pulls my dress up and over my head. Discarding it over his shoulder like my clothing offends him. Next to be peeled from my body is my bra and knickers, which again he sneers at.
He really doesn’t like me wearing clothes.
“I’m going to let you into a little secret now. What I’m about to do with you, I’ve never done with anybody. Sex has always been a means to an end for me. I just want you to know that you’re different, this means something to me.”
Dumbfounded, I just nod.
“Now I know I’m clean as whistle. I just need to know that you’re absolutely fine for me to not wear a condom? I have to feel you properly for the first time of me doing this.”
“I have a coil fitted, it’s perfectly okay.” I stroke the side of his cheek and he leans into me kissing my palm.
“You really are something else, Serena Davenport.”
The vibration of his voice against my skin has me trying to cross my legs to get a little friction, but it’s impossible when I have Dylan lying between then.
“Will you please stop talking now. I need you to sort the fire out that’s going on in my vagina.”
Giving me a smile, he softly kisses me, as he the tip of him breaches my opening.
“Shit, you’re wet and it’s all for me.”
Pushing in slowly until he’s all the way inside of me, he stills for a brief moment.
“Fuck, I’ve never felt anything so amazing, you fit around me perfectly.”
“Please, Dylan. I need you to move.” I plead.
Caging me in with his arms, his lips attack mine at the same time his hips start to move at a slow and steady pace. My moans are captured in our kiss, as he hits the just the right spot.
I start to claw my nails down his back causing him to grit his teeth and let out a growl.
“God, yes.” I moan. “Fuck, Dylan.”
My legs that have made their way around his waist, start to tremble. I know my orgasm is rapidly approaching and I can’t do anything to stop it.
“Let it go, baby. I’m right there with you.”
Bringing his mouth back to mine, we continue to slowly make love to each other. Before I know it, we’re both shaking and panting uncontrollably. As we both experience what I would describe as the best orgasms of our lives. Jerking his hips into me until he’s completely emptied himself and has drawn every last drop he can from my body.
Holding himself above me on his hands, the look of sheer adoration on his face has me nearly in tears. No-one has ever looked at me the way he is right now, not even Steve. After being with Dylan, I realise now that Steve never really gave a shit about me.
“That was amazing.” he declares. “I felt that right in here.” He places his hand over his heart and just like that, the tears I was trying to keep at bay come running down my cheeks.
“Don’t cry, I hate seeing you cry.” Wiping his thumb across my cheek he removes the tears, making me feel for the first time like I’m actually capable of trusting another man.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Dylan
Serena’s body is soft beneath me, as I trace h
er features with my fingertips and softly wipe away the last of the moisture from her face. I never once thought we’d end up like this tonight, but I’m so glad we have. Pulling out of her slowly, Serena softly gasps as she bites down onto her lip.
“Sorry,” I whisper as a satiable grin pulls at her lips. I kiss the tip of her nose before lying at the side of her. Cupping her chin in my hand, I turn her face towards me and kiss her lips tenderly.
“It was worth it.”
“Give me a second, beautiful.” I roll from the bed and head into the en suite bathroom. Running the tap, I prepare to clean myself up, when two hands slip around my waist. Her cheek rests against my back. I cover her hands with mine and enjoy the moment, taking advantage of the closeness we’re experiencing right now.
“Why don’t we get in that humongous shower of yours?” Her hushed words against my back end in a kiss.
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