Promised
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Returning to solitary confinement seems like my best option, but I’ve been teased, fed something new and appealing, and I want more. The important question, though – the question I should ask and consider seriously – is whether I’m hungry for more with just Miller, or if I can find these tingling, stimulating, alive feelings with someone else, a man who wants me for longer than one night, a man who can maintain these feelings, not spike them, then quickly and cruelly replace them with inadequacy and misery.
I won’t hold my breath.
I force my reluctant body to stand, looking up and coming face to face with Miller Hart. He’s standing just a few feet away, legs spread and hands in his pockets. His expression is still blank, telling me nothing, but this takes nothing away from his impossible beauty. There are many things I want to say, but saying them will only prompt conversation, which will almost certainly cast me further under his spell. The only sensible move I should make right now is escaping his presence. And set on doing just that, I start walking away from him.
‘Livy!’ he shouts, his footsteps trailing me. ‘Livy, it’s simply business.’
‘You don’t have to explain yourself to me,’ I declare softly. That was no body language of a business associate. ‘Please don’t follow me.’
‘I’m talking to you, Livy,’ he warns.
‘And I’m choosing not to listen.’ My nerves are keeping my tone timid and weak when I really want to inject some spunk into it, but the strength required to do so is being used to walk away.
‘Livy, you owe me sixteen hours.’
His cheek makes me falter mid-stride, but doesn’t stop me completely. ‘I owe you nothing.’
‘I beg to differ.’ His body lands in front of me, blocking my path, so I quickly sidestep him, not allowing my eyes to divert from their focus point: the main road ahead. ‘Livy.’ He’s grabbing at me now but I shake him off, silent but firm. ‘Where are your f**king manners?’
‘I don’t care for them with you.’
‘Well you should.’ He takes hold of me, more forcefully this time, and secures me in place. ‘You agreed to twenty-four hours.’
I refuse to look at him, and I’m also refusing to speak. There’s plenty I want to say, but showing my emotions – physically and audibly – would be a grave mistake, so I remain still and silent while he stares down at my non-responsive form. I’m frustrating him. His overpowering hold on the tops of my arms is confirming it, and so is the rise and fall of his suit-covered chest. I’ve crawled into a shell, and I don’t plan on coming out. I’m safer here – safe from him.
He drops his face into my line of sight, so I drop my gaze further to the ground to avoid him. Looking into his crystal-clear blues will derail me in a split second. ‘Livy, when I’m talking to you, I’d like you to look at me.’
I don’t. I ignore his request and concentrate on remaining unreceptive, hoping he’ll get bored, decide I’m not worth the effort, and leave me alone. I need him to leave me alone. There’s a beautiful woman inside, clearly willing, so why is he wasting time out here on me?
‘Livy,’ he whispers.
My eyes close, picturing those lips speaking my name quietly . . . slowly.
‘Please look at me,’ he orders gently.
My head starts shaking in my own private darkness as I battle to keep my protective shield in place – the Miller shield.
‘Let me see you, Olivia Taylor.’ He stoops further, pushing his face into my neck. ‘Let me have my time with you.’
I want to stop him. I don’t want to stop him. I want to feel alive again but I don’t want to feel lifeless again. I want him more than I know I should.
‘I haven’t had nearly enough. I need more.’ His lips find my cheek and his palm feels out the back of my head, his fingers combing through my hair and holding me in place. ‘I want to drown in you, Livy.’ His lips reach mine and the feel of them catapults me instantly to the night before. The shield shatters and a suppressed sob slips past my lips, my eyes squeezing shut to prevent the tears from trickling down my cheeks. ‘Open your mouth,’ he whispers.
My jaw relaxes at his gentle demand, giving him free rein on my senses, and his tongue slips slowly and softly past my lips, sweeping a sweet circle of my mouth, his body moving in closer to mine. There’s not a part of my front that’s not touching him. I go slack, my head tilting to give him better access, and my hands lift of their own accord, feeling up his sides until they’re on his shoulders. He’s set a painfully slow, tender pace, and I’m following, massaging his tongue with mine and failing to do what I know I should.
‘See how easy it is?’ he asks, slowly pulling away and pecking my lips.
I nod, agreeing, because it really is, but now his lips are off mine, sensibility seems to kick in. ‘Who’s that woman?’ I ask, stepping back. ‘Was this the prior engagement that you were talking about? A date?’
‘It’s business, Livy. Just business.’
I step back again. ‘And business involves having her hand glued to your backside?’ I have no right to sound so accusing. He’s played his cards.
His head cocks, a tiny hint of a frown surfacing. ‘Sometimes I have to accept a bit of familiarity in the name of business.’
‘What business?’
‘We’ve spoken of this before. I don’t think it’s a good idea to get personal.’
‘We’ve had sex. You don’t get more personal than that,’ I argue.
‘I mean emotionally, not physically, Livy.’
His words confirm my thoughts. Damn women and their deepness, and damn men for their hollowness. Just sex; I must remember that. These feelings are spiked by lust and nothing more. ‘I’m not this kind of person, Miller. I don’t do things like this.’ I’m not sure who I’m trying to convince here.
He steps forward and runs his hand behind my neck, taking his signature hold. ‘Maybe that’s what I find so fascinating.’
‘Or perhaps you’re just finding it an entertaining challenge.’
‘If that’s the case,’ he drops a soft kiss on my cheek, ‘then I think we can safely say that I’ve conquered you.’
He’s absolutely right. He’s conquered me, and he’s the only man who has. ‘I need to go.’ I start backing away, just as his phone starts ringing from his pocket. He reaches in and glances at the screen, then to me. I can see that he’s torn as he watches me leave. ‘You should take that call.’ I nod at his phone, hoping he’ll decline and fulfil his promise to put me back in his bed. If I escape now, then that’s it. I’m turning my back for good, and I’ll find the strength to resist him. But if he stops me, comes with me, then I’m going to be spending the next sixteen hours being worshipped again. I want to do both, but his decision is going to decide for me. Someone else’s choice is going to determine my destiny. And I can tell by the look on his face that he knows this, too.
My heart constricts when he answers the call, even though I know that it’s undeniably the best outcome for my destiny. ‘I’m on my way,’ he says quietly before cutting the call and watching me spreading the distance between us. I smile a little before turning my back on Miller Hart and mentally forming a plan to eradicate him from my mind altogether.
I won’t hold my breath.
I force my reluctant body to stand, looking up and coming face to face with Miller Hart. He’s standing just a few feet away, legs spread and hands in his pockets. His expression is still blank, telling me nothing, but this takes nothing away from his impossible beauty. There are many things I want to say, but saying them will only prompt conversation, which will almost certainly cast me further under his spell. The only sensible move I should make right now is escaping his presence. And set on doing just that, I start walking away from him.
‘Livy!’ he shouts, his footsteps trailing me. ‘Livy, it’s simply business.’
‘You don’t have to explain yourself to me,’ I declare softly. That was no body language of a business associate. ‘Please don’t follow me.’
‘I’m talking to you, Livy,’ he warns.
‘And I’m choosing not to listen.’ My nerves are keeping my tone timid and weak when I really want to inject some spunk into it, but the strength required to do so is being used to walk away.
‘Livy, you owe me sixteen hours.’
His cheek makes me falter mid-stride, but doesn’t stop me completely. ‘I owe you nothing.’
‘I beg to differ.’ His body lands in front of me, blocking my path, so I quickly sidestep him, not allowing my eyes to divert from their focus point: the main road ahead. ‘Livy.’ He’s grabbing at me now but I shake him off, silent but firm. ‘Where are your f**king manners?’
‘I don’t care for them with you.’
‘Well you should.’ He takes hold of me, more forcefully this time, and secures me in place. ‘You agreed to twenty-four hours.’
I refuse to look at him, and I’m also refusing to speak. There’s plenty I want to say, but showing my emotions – physically and audibly – would be a grave mistake, so I remain still and silent while he stares down at my non-responsive form. I’m frustrating him. His overpowering hold on the tops of my arms is confirming it, and so is the rise and fall of his suit-covered chest. I’ve crawled into a shell, and I don’t plan on coming out. I’m safer here – safe from him.
He drops his face into my line of sight, so I drop my gaze further to the ground to avoid him. Looking into his crystal-clear blues will derail me in a split second. ‘Livy, when I’m talking to you, I’d like you to look at me.’
I don’t. I ignore his request and concentrate on remaining unreceptive, hoping he’ll get bored, decide I’m not worth the effort, and leave me alone. I need him to leave me alone. There’s a beautiful woman inside, clearly willing, so why is he wasting time out here on me?
‘Livy,’ he whispers.
My eyes close, picturing those lips speaking my name quietly . . . slowly.
‘Please look at me,’ he orders gently.
My head starts shaking in my own private darkness as I battle to keep my protective shield in place – the Miller shield.
‘Let me see you, Olivia Taylor.’ He stoops further, pushing his face into my neck. ‘Let me have my time with you.’
I want to stop him. I don’t want to stop him. I want to feel alive again but I don’t want to feel lifeless again. I want him more than I know I should.
‘I haven’t had nearly enough. I need more.’ His lips find my cheek and his palm feels out the back of my head, his fingers combing through my hair and holding me in place. ‘I want to drown in you, Livy.’ His lips reach mine and the feel of them catapults me instantly to the night before. The shield shatters and a suppressed sob slips past my lips, my eyes squeezing shut to prevent the tears from trickling down my cheeks. ‘Open your mouth,’ he whispers.
My jaw relaxes at his gentle demand, giving him free rein on my senses, and his tongue slips slowly and softly past my lips, sweeping a sweet circle of my mouth, his body moving in closer to mine. There’s not a part of my front that’s not touching him. I go slack, my head tilting to give him better access, and my hands lift of their own accord, feeling up his sides until they’re on his shoulders. He’s set a painfully slow, tender pace, and I’m following, massaging his tongue with mine and failing to do what I know I should.
‘See how easy it is?’ he asks, slowly pulling away and pecking my lips.
I nod, agreeing, because it really is, but now his lips are off mine, sensibility seems to kick in. ‘Who’s that woman?’ I ask, stepping back. ‘Was this the prior engagement that you were talking about? A date?’
‘It’s business, Livy. Just business.’
I step back again. ‘And business involves having her hand glued to your backside?’ I have no right to sound so accusing. He’s played his cards.
His head cocks, a tiny hint of a frown surfacing. ‘Sometimes I have to accept a bit of familiarity in the name of business.’
‘What business?’
‘We’ve spoken of this before. I don’t think it’s a good idea to get personal.’
‘We’ve had sex. You don’t get more personal than that,’ I argue.
‘I mean emotionally, not physically, Livy.’
His words confirm my thoughts. Damn women and their deepness, and damn men for their hollowness. Just sex; I must remember that. These feelings are spiked by lust and nothing more. ‘I’m not this kind of person, Miller. I don’t do things like this.’ I’m not sure who I’m trying to convince here.
He steps forward and runs his hand behind my neck, taking his signature hold. ‘Maybe that’s what I find so fascinating.’
‘Or perhaps you’re just finding it an entertaining challenge.’
‘If that’s the case,’ he drops a soft kiss on my cheek, ‘then I think we can safely say that I’ve conquered you.’
He’s absolutely right. He’s conquered me, and he’s the only man who has. ‘I need to go.’ I start backing away, just as his phone starts ringing from his pocket. He reaches in and glances at the screen, then to me. I can see that he’s torn as he watches me leave. ‘You should take that call.’ I nod at his phone, hoping he’ll decline and fulfil his promise to put me back in his bed. If I escape now, then that’s it. I’m turning my back for good, and I’ll find the strength to resist him. But if he stops me, comes with me, then I’m going to be spending the next sixteen hours being worshipped again. I want to do both, but his decision is going to decide for me. Someone else’s choice is going to determine my destiny. And I can tell by the look on his face that he knows this, too.
My heart constricts when he answers the call, even though I know that it’s undeniably the best outcome for my destiny. ‘I’m on my way,’ he says quietly before cutting the call and watching me spreading the distance between us. I smile a little before turning my back on Miller Hart and mentally forming a plan to eradicate him from my mind altogether.
