Free Falling to Pieces by L.T. Kelly

powerful primal long drawn out moan to be her climax. I stepped off the ledge landing in a crouch on the stone path in front of the house.
    Luckily, Knightsbridge streets are quieter at two o’clock in the morning than a lot of London.
    I ran, the force of which sent my hair straight back like a tangerine sheet following me on the wind. My arms appeared blurred with the speed.
    I slowed to a human pace as I reached the end of the street. My shoulders hunched as I stuck out me thumb, my glance darted from one passing vehicle to another on the main road.
    My bare feet slapped on the concrete slabs and the wind picked up the folds of my stained and wrinkled dress.
    I let out a sigh as the black cab drew up beside me, the orange light just above the windshield illuminating the fact that the car was a taxi. I clicked the backdoor open with my thumb and placed one foot on the rubber flooring, the raised circles pressed into my toes.
    “I need to go to Down Street Mews in Mayfair.”
    The driver’s eyes narrowed in the rear view mirror.
    “You got the fare, love?” he asked cocking his head, his eyes flicking up and down taking in my blood stained dress.
    “I’m good for it,” I concluded, snappily pulling on the yellow bar to close the door of the cab.
    The driver shrugged and the doors clicked, locking me inside.
    I lay my head back on the seat, finally relaxed. I ran through what Victoria had said completely at a loss for the things she’d said. Things I wouldn’t be able to get the answers to at this moment, but one answer was available to me.
    The cab drew to a halt outside the address I’d given.
    “Just wait. You’ll get the fare,” I assured him, keeping my voice level.
    I stepped out of the cab, my leg muscles tensed as I walked towards the front door. I rapped the door gently at first, increasing speed and the heaviness of my blows in rhythm.
    I listened to the sound of his footsteps, sensed his presence behind the midnight blue door before it swung open.
    My shoulders were raised to just below my ears, fists balled, teeth gritted.
    “What are you?” I breathed through my gritted teet h as my eyes narrowed to slits.
     

Chapter Seven
     
    His long dark lashes fluttered over his cheeks as he struggled against the sleep still ghosting his face. His hand trailed through his thick ebony hair before rubbing his eyes. Taking in my appearance elicited a gasp of alarm. He rushed towards me and wrapped his arms around me.
    “What the hell happened to you?” He cupped my face firmly between both hands. The warmth burst into my skin, igniting a fire I thought was doused from the trouble he’d caused me.
    I narrowed my eyes and attempted to push the thoughts of snuggling him to the back of my mind.  I shrugged off his embrace and motioned to the waiting cab with a nod of my head. “Pay him,” I snapped before striding through the open door.
    He eyed me curiously as I leaned against the whitewashed wall in the entrance hall beside the door. He’d followed me into the house and walked past me into the room opposite the front door, presumably to grab some cash.
    I saw a chestnut brown leather California king bed pressed against the back wall of the room he’d gone into. The bedroom was shrouded in darkness and the white sheets lay crumpled on top of the mattress. I tried to hold my breath and fight against the swirling sensation in my stomach caused by his scent flowing out of the room and flooding my nostrils. It struck me as a little strange that the bedroom lay on the lower floor of the house.
    I heard the jingling of loose change before he walked back past me, his eyes burning into me as he stepped back out of the door. I’d kept my eyes on his, not wanting to be distracted by his state of undress. He wore nothing except for a pair of brilliant white boxer briefs. It was difficult not to notice the contrast of the white against his rich golden tanned skin. I tried to blink each footfall away but really all