DESIRED (BWWM)

The Aftermath Of The Sexy Assault

Elijah's Pov

I walk out of my room and make a beeline straight for the kitchen. My throat is dry and my head aches from all the whiskey I consumed yesterday.

Shaking my head I begin the process of making my coffee, while my mind plays over my stupidity last night.

I was in a meeting with one of my top suppliers when Pietro had sent me a few pictures of Renée being all cosy with that fucker William and I swear I actually saw red.

I didn't even know why I was so angry, all I knew was that if I didn't get the hell out of that office I was going to fucking choke someone.

I told Angelo that something came up and I got the hell out of that office. When I came home I poured myself a couple glasses of whiskey, which didn't help any.

I felt this heat rising in my body, so I took off my shirt and lit up a cigarette. The more I smoked the more I convinced myself that claiming Renée for myself wasn't wrong.

Then she walked through the door and I fucking lost it. She was wearing ripped jeans that hugged her legs perfectly and part of her stomach was exposed.

I remember wanting to push her top up further so more of her would be exposed to me. Then I thought about her being with the fucker and my blood boiled. I formed my hands into fists restraining myself from doing something I would regret later or possibly not regret.

My anger compelled my actions and I forced her to sit on top of lap, blowing smoke into her face and enjoying her discomfort. She told me to stop but it was weak and held no conviction so I started kissing on her neck.

Her skin was as soft and smooth as I had imagined it would be and I held back my groan when her lily peach smell invaded my nose.

Her small moans filled my ears and I had to hold myself back from actually fücking her on the damn sofa.

She felt so good underneath my fingers and her tiny body fit perfectly in my arms.

I wanted her.

I wanted her so fucking much but I couldn't have her, so I forced my hands from her waist and told her to go to her room.

But then she begged me. She fücking begged me.
I bet she didn't even know what she wanted from me.

She's so pure, so fücking innocent. The raging erection that I tried to hide from her pressed against her thighs and she looked at me with wide eyes.

I yelled at her to go to her room and lock the door, because god knows if she had stayed on my lap a minute longer I would have taken her......and I wouldn't have regretted it.

Shaking myself out of my thoughts I sit on a stool and sip on my black coffee as I play over what happened again and again trying to make sense of my emotions.

My head shoots up as Renée stumbles out of her room, wearing a pink t-shirt and blue shorts, exposing her beautiful brown legs.

Delicious.

My eyes slowly travel up her body before landing on her hazel eyes.

Her hair is up in a bun with a few loose curls framing her face and I can't help but imagine running my fingers through them.

"Shit. I thought you already left, I'll leave," she says with wide eyes and I roll my eyes.

"Mia Vita, come have your breakfast," I say in a no nonsense tone, watching as she swallows her saliva and walks into the kitchen.

"How did you sleep?"
"Okay. You?" She asks and I offer her a smile trying to lesson her apparent nervousness.
"Yes Renée I slept well. But I would have slept even better if you were in my bed," I tease and she rolls her eyes.