Free Besieged by LP Lovell Page A

feeling very confused. Where there was street lighting there’s now just darkness. I think I’ve been pulled into a side alley off the main street. There is a faint glow coming from the left where the main street is. A surge of panic creeps up in my chest as I realise the situation I’m now in. My body tenses, ready to fight.
    "It's okay. I just want to talk to you.” He whispers in the darkness. He’s too close. My breathing becomes shallow as an age old fear grips my throat. I try to gather my thoughts and remember my self-defence training, but my drunken state has made me weak and my mind useless. I’m shaking violently as my body locks down and braces for impact.
    “Lilly.” He touches my face and I flinch. “Lilly, hey calm down. I would never hurt you." His voice is soft and quiet as he gently rubs my arm. As my eyes adjust to the light I can make out his features in the dim light. I can see sympathy in his eyes, which I hate, but behind that I can see something angry and deadly. My panic slowly subsides at his soothing tone, until I can breathe again.
    “It’s okay, I’m fine.” I say dismissively. I really don’t want him to see my whole can of crazy right now.
    “Okay, I’ll ignore whatever that was for now.” He can’t possibly know just how grateful I am for that. “But tell me…why are you sorry Lilly?” He breathes just inches from my face. His breath is intoxicating and my earlier panic easily gives way to much baser instincts. I can only just make out his features and without being able to see him properly my body becomes hyper aware of his presence. Every nerve ending is on edge, anticipating.
    I drag in a ragged breath and swallow hard. “I… I shouldn’t have been so inappropriate.” Yeah, that’s one word for it.
    He laughs. “Inappropriate? No. I like you Lilly, and I want you. I thought I made that pretty clear.” He places both his hands on either side of my head, caging me against the wall, then leans down and brushes his lips across my neck. I tremble against the wall and my heart leaps into a sprint. It takes everything in me to form some semblance of reason.
    I would love to get hot and sweaty with him, but if there's one thing I'm not and never will be, it's a notch on someone’s bedpost. I don't like being played. I like casual sex, don't get me wrong, but he seems to have this ability to really get under my skin in a way no man ever has. Not good. I need to put some distance between us. I’m drunk and he’s affecting me more because of it.
    “You don’t like me. You just want to get in my pants Theo.” I manage to put some conviction in my voice and sound stern, quite a feat considering my current state.
    “Well I won't deny it. After all, we both know it would be explosive.” His tone is layered with seduction. I bite my lip nervously. I don't trust myself around him right now.
    “I need to go home Theo. I’m sure there are plenty of women in the club who would be all too happy to indulge you.” I didn't mean to sound quite so acerbic, although I manage to sound relatively together despite my spinning head. He needs to know that I’m not one of 'those girls' he can flash a cute smile at and I’ll fall at his feet.
    He sighs and presses himself closer to me so that his breath tickles my ear. He gently strokes one hand along my neck. I shiver at his touch. “I don't want anyone else. I want you Lilly. I need to be in you, it’s killing me every time I see you.” He whispers enticingly. Oh and I’d love you in me Theo, but I’m not telling you that. “I know you want it just as badly as I do.” I glare at him in the darkness. "You're just too damn stubborn to admit it." He murmurs under his breath.
    “Wow, could your head be any further up your own arsehole.” I snap. Theo laughs loudly in the darkness, making my temper boil. He steps closer to me and tilts his head, gently skimming his nose along my jaw. I tense trying not to react, but my heart