Seduce (Beautiful Rose 0.50)

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I was actually really looking forward to the night out with the guys, but I was apprehensive about facing Luke. Of course he had no idea about Belle and me, but the thought of him knowing any of the sordid details made my stomach turn. And thanks to my big mouth, he knew plenty.

I stepped out of the shower and reached for the towel that I’d hung on the hook next to the mirror. I caught sight of my reflection and smirked. Th

e word modesty wasn’t part of my vocabulary, and I wasn’t about to stop pretending that I didn’t know what about me it was that caught women’s attention. My toned body was smooth and muscular in spite of my poor diet and lack of exercise. It must have been all the sex I had that kept me in such good shape.

My eyes were the color of dark, melting chocolate and had this way of making me look so innocent and harmless—two things I definitely wasn’t. Paired with my smile and the little dimple that appeared on my left cheek, how could any girl resist?

I reached for my electric razor and cleaned up some of my stubble. I slipped on some deodorant and ran my hand through my hair, watching as it fell into place. Perfect every time.

I’d just stepped into my jeans as the doorbell rang. Luke was nearly half an hour early and I wasn’t ready. Sighing, I walked over to the door and yanked it open. Belle.

“What you doing here?” I asked. I wasn’t sure if I was angry, annoyed, or happy at the site of her standing at my door. I was definitely aroused. She looked fucking gorgeous in a pair of jeans and a fitted low-cut emerald top that matched her eyes beautifully. Her dark hair was down hanging loosely over one shoulder. She looked nervous, like she was about to walk into a tiger’s cage. That was ironic because I wanted to tear her apart (in a good way).

“Can I come in?” she asked softly. I shrugged and moved aside, waiting for her to enter.

“You’d better make this quick because Luke will be here soon,” I warned. That would be all I needed. I could just imagine explaining that one. How many reasons could there be for his underage sister-in-law being in my flat? I couldn’t think of one that didn’t involve my cock.

“He’s coming here?” she asked, panicked. Her eyes grew wide.

“It’s okay. He will be here at eight, so you have a while,” I said, my voice soft. I didn’t like seeing her upset or afraid. She looked relieved, and her hand touched her hair. I was trying so hard not to think about her like that, but it was impossible. The way her eyes met mine, and that sexy little mouth…The things I wanted to do to her. God, she made me horny.

“I would’ve called or texted or something but I was afraid you wouldn’t answer,” she said.

“What do you want, Belle? Why are you here?” I sighed, walking into my bedroom to continue getting ready. Her eyes lingered on my naked chest. She followed me into the bedroom.

“Because I can’t stop thinking about you, and because I wanted to explain,” she said, her eyes still focused on my chest. Did she want to touch it? Run her fingers over my smooth muscles?

“Explain what, exactly? And anyway, what’s the point? There’s nowhere this can go, you know that as well as I do.” I fumbled through my closet for clean T-shirt. She reached out and touched my arm, her fingers gently gripping around my bicep. I froze. Having her so close that I could smell her was driving me insane. I turned so that I was facing her, as her fingers gently stroked my skin.

“I don’t believe that, Jack. I think we have something here, and I think you feel it too. I’ve tried so hard to get you out of my head the last few days, and it’s useless. I can’t concentrate, I can’t do anything.” Her fingers moved up my arm, resting on the back of my neck. I closed my eyes, trying so hard to keep control as she stroked my hair, her touch electric.

“Belle, I can’t…” My words trailed off as her hands ran down my chest. She breathed in suddenly, her fingers shaking as they moved over my hard stomach. I groaned as they trailed even lower, her nails running over the hardness in my jeans. I was weakening, and she knew it.

“Kiss me,” she pleaded. She looked up at me, her eyes full of something that I couldn’t decipher.

The urge to have her overwhelmed me. Throwing the shirt on the bed, I cradled her head in my hands and kissed her. Together, we fell back on the bed in a tangle of arms, unable to get enough of each other. I ripped her top over her head, taking her bra with it. Her breasts exposed, I buried my face between them, trailing kisses down her stomach. She wiggled out of her jeans, and I did the same.

“Fuck, I missed you, Belle,” I panted as my mouth inhaled her nipple. I could feel it harden as my tongue circled around it.

“I missed you too,” she gasped. Her back lifted off the bed, allowing my hands to sneak around behind her. I got to my feet, taking her with me. She clung to me, her ankles locked around my waist. My mouth met hers as her soft lips caressed mine. She tasted so sweet, every part of her left me wanting more. She was like a drug, an addiction. Slowly, she was consuming me. I pushed her back against the wall. My cock was so hard it throbbed. I drove it inside her tight opening. She moaned as her nails clawed into my back, scraping through my skin like a razor blade.

“Oh God, yes,” she cried.

Her toes flexed as her heels pushed into my buttocks. I pumped into her faster and harder as my mouth explored every inch of her neck, her breasts, and her mouth. She screamed as I bit down on her lip, not hard, but hard enough to draw blood. With one final push, all the emotions this girl made me feel came screeching out of me.

Panting, she untangled herself from me. Unsteady on her feet, she fell towards the bed and I caught her in my arms.

“Look at you, throwing yourself at me,” I chuckled, kissing her forehead. I ran my fingers through her hair, brushing it away from her sweat-drenched skin. She gazed up at me, her green eyes full emotions. “I’m glad you came,” I whispered.

“I’m glad I did too,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. I laughed. Dirty, dirty girl.

“Over. I’m glad you came over, you dickhead,” I laughed.

She lifted her lips to mine. Sighing, I pulled away from her, my fingers still entwined in hers. What was I doing? I should’ve sent her away, not dragged her inside and fucked her. As if she sensed my guilt, she stepped forward, wrapping her hands around my waist.

“You can’t feel guilty about this,” she said.