“Don’t worry sweetheart, I won’t hurt you,” I hear the asshole whisper as he starts coming closer to her. “Unless you want me to, of course.”
“The lady said no,” I growl.
She whips around and I feel that surprised gaze on my face, like a warm glow. But my jaw is clenched, my eyes piercing into those of my adversary.
“There’s no problem here,” he drawls. “This is between me and her, daddy-o.”
“I’m making it between you and me,” I answer, deepening my voice even more. “Unless you’d like to turn around and fuck off right now.” I feel the girl flinch next to me, and I’m aware of how I must be coming off, but I can’t stop it.
The hairy-chested man exhales aggressively and for a moment I’m sure he’s gonna take a swing at me, but then he retreats. I allow myself to lower my gaze and am met with her upturned angelic face, those bright brown eyes innocently blinking up at me, surprised. I can’t seem to unclench my jaw or to lose this possessive charge I feel towards her. I realize I should probably say something nice now, so she doesn’t think I’m some kind of beast.
“You okay?” I manage through clenched teeth.
“Yes,” she answers, not taking her eyes off mine. I stare at her perfect full, pouting lips, and have to control myself not to take her right then and there. What is this beatuiful creature doing to me?
“What are you doing in a sordid place like this?” I say instead.
I can see she’s taken aback by my blunt words, my familiar tone, and my possessiveness.
“What do you mean?” she says, swallowing. Suddenly I can’t help myself. I put my hand on the side of her face, trying to be gentle, and feel my fingertips grazing the hair behind her ear. I feel her shiver.
“You don’t belong here. Not in this room, at least.” Slowly, I allow my hand to caress its way down her soft, plump, angel’s arm, taking her hand. And without any further words, I turn and stride across the living room, pulling her behind me.
This was not exactly the cool introduction I had planned. But when I saw that hairy animal put his hands on this delicate, untouched gem, all possibility of pleasant conversation melted away. What is this possessiveness? I’ve never even met this girl! Fuck.
I need to get this temper of mine under control. Whoever this girl is, she brings out the caveman in me – after all, I almost jumped that guy back there. And when she looked up at me with those big brown eyes, and those full, pouty lips, I could have taken her right then and there, in the middle of the living room. Sheer madness.
And yet now, I’m pulling her down the hallway to somewhere we can be alone, like some crazed madman. Cool it, Conor. You don’t want to scare the poor thing.
But she doesn’t seem scared at all. She trusts me and I can sense it by the way she looks up at me, the way she trembles when I touch her milky skin. No woman I’ve ever fucked, none of those blonde bimbos, ever looked at me like that. I know I can do anything to her and she’d let me with no questions asked.
Maneuvering my way through the dark hallway, I lead her by her soft hand around couples fucking up against the walls, on the floor, and sprawled across random pieces of furniture. Every inch of this place is crawling with titillating visions, yet all I want is her. I need to find a room, and fast. At the end of the hall I find a door and try it; thank god, it’s open. It’s a tiny space and by the looks of it, normally used as an office – not ideal, but at least it’s empty. I pull the brunette inside and lock the door. The room is so small that there’s not much more space than just the desk and chair. I switch on the desk lamp, and by the soft, dim light, see her looking up at me, full of expectation.
“You were right,” she whispers as she blinks up at me with those doe eyes. “I don’t belong here. My friend dragged me to this party. I almost left to go wait for her in the car.”
“Where’s your friend now?” I manage through the tightness of my throat. I realize I’m still growling like an animal, and swallow hard, trying to get my urges under control.
“She’s off with someone,” the brunette murmurs, and I see her smile and blush, biting her lip shyly. She’s so precious I almost grab her right then and there, but I contain myself, forcing my hands into fists by my side.
“And is that what you’d like to do too?” The thought of taking this virginal girl makes it almost impossible to form these words.