Trapped Between Two Enemies

4: Lustful Waltz

Janelle's POV

“If you don't open this door right now, I swear I'll call the cops.” I warned, showing him my device.

I was scared, and the only cards my instincts decided to play was to scream and threaten.

“What's wrong? Why are you acting so strange?” He asked, looking surprised.

“What! I'm acting strange?” I questioned,

“I've asked you twice about that weird phone call, but you didn't say a single word. You're acting strange!”

He paused and stared at me as I battled with the door handle.

“Oh, is that it?” He asked, signing in relief.

“Uhm.. I didn't wanna tell you because I thought you might not find me attractive. I'm actually the owner of a pet store. One of my clients is supposed to pick up a cat from my apartment tomorrow.”

He finished his explanation and leaned his forehead against the steering wheel, looking sad and hopeless.

“Gosh. I made it weird, didn't I?” He voiced.

He gently reached his hand towards me, and his fingers gripped a pin at the side of my door, lifting it. My door had been locked because it was simply pinned down. Why didn't I think of that?

I jolted out of the car and he followed after, watching me with the same unhappy expression.

He sighed.

“I could drop you off at your apartment, or at the bar if you want.” His voice was plain and sincere.

He wasn't even trying to stop me from leaving. His eyes were red with embarrassment, and his posture showed just how inferior he thought he was.I realized that the whole fuss was just a misunderstanding. He was an honest man just trying to find a girl at the bar.

Gosh! What's wrong with me? I had become a paranoid madwoman, and it's all thanks to Darren.

“I'm sorry, it's my fault.” I apologized.

I drew closer to where he stood and hugged him.

“I don't want to leave. I want this.”

“But you seemed really angry a while ago. What's up with that?” He calmly said.

I sighed.

“Uhm, something really bad happened to me recently, that's probably why I'm overreacting. But I want this, I really do.”

I touched his chin and slowly kissed him.

“I_Want_You.”

The chemistry we had minutes ago at the bar returned with that one kiss. He tamed my lips with his, kissing me with every breath. His hands had begun to trail down my back, but this time it didn't stop at my waist.

His fingers grabbed firm hold of my partly exposed ass, feeling the soft flesh underneath my skimpy skirt. My stomach had begun to flutter as his touches made my insides burn. I had become very horny, and I wanted more.

“Can we go inside?” I asked, with my fingers caressing his well-built chest.

“Of course. The keys are in my pocket.”

We made our way through the deserted structure, bathing ourselves with kisses and touches.

When we finally got to his apartment, he pinned me against the door and reached for his keys, unlocking the door with his gaze still fixed on me.

The door finally fell open and we waltzed into the bleak apartment with our bodies intertwined. He flipped on the switch, and his hands grabbed my waist, directing me across the living room.

I stopped kissing him and signaled him to wait, taking three steps backwards. Slowly, I unzipped my blouse, letting my boobs fall out. I wasn't wearing a bra, so my firm mounds graced his view.

“f**k! You're so beautiful.” He voiced.

His eyes consumed my chest and stomach and his tongue brushed against his lips. I pulled out my index finger, naughtily sucking it. It drove him nuts.

He immediately rushed towards me and his lips collided with mine again, vigorously tasting the walls of my wine flavored mouth. His hands fell, and his shirt came off, giving me a perfect view of his body.

From what my eyes could see, he was far stronger than Darren. His biceps were like the tides on an unsettling sea. It was like his entire body was made out of muscles.

Our waltz continued until I fell upon the soft bed, with his body and face towering over me.

He paused.

“Do you want something to drink?”

I grabbed his face and kissed him.

“Right now, I only want you.”

He chuckled.

“Well, I'm not going anywhere. So you'll get both.”

With that, he left my arms to get a bottle of wine from his fridge. He returned with two glasses of drinks, offering me one of them.

He slowly sipped his drink, staring intently as I lay upright on the bed, sipping mine as well. It had a strong taste of alcohol and an incredibly sweet flavor with a fruity smell.

“Where's your cat? Aren't you gonna feed it?” I asked.

My eyes assessed the room, searching for signs that entailed the presence of a pet. But there was none. There was no bowl, or even a cat litter. In fact, the room was starting to look like it hadn't hosted any lifeform in weeks.

His voice regained my attention.

“Hunny, the only p***y I wanna feed right now, is yours.”

Wow, that's sexy. I like the way he calls me hunny. I gulped down the last drops of wine, setting the glass cup on his nightstand.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” I voiced, spreading my legs in a provocative manner.

He immediately dropped his drink halfway to join me on his heavenly bed. He attacked my lips with his kisses, and his hands slipped around my bare back, stroking me gently.

He repeatedly kissed my neck, collarbone and cleavage. But his continuous kisses on my skin had begun to feel cold and unmoving. He wouldn't touch or kiss my erect n*****s. It was almost as if he was stalling.

I clenched his hair, positioning his face and lips directly above my mounds.

“Kiss that spot please.” I begged, watching him intently.

He smiled, and slowly slipped out his pink tongue.

His stare was deadly, and his movement was in slow motion. Our gaze remained interlocked until I felt the tip of his tongue colliding with my tit.

“f**k!” I moaned.

I shut my eyes in pleasure as he kissed and sucked my t**s with his fingers squeezing my mounds.

I thought of moaning his name, but then I remembered that we never had a proper introduction. We were so blinded by lust that we forgot to exchange names.

“I'm Janelle by the way. What's yours?” I managed to construct my shallow breaths into words.

It took him some time before he finally spoke, like he was struggling to remember his own name.

“I’m Connor.” He voiced. “And I already know who you are, Janelle Brown.”

Wait a minute. How did he know my full name?

Then I heard the sound of a vehicle driving into the vicinity. From the sounds of the tires rolling against the concrete ground, I could tell that it was a four-wheel drive. Who could that be?

The lips that sucked my n*****s suddenly stopped.

“He's here. Get dressed.”

He left the bed on which I lay, and grabbed his shirt from the floor, covering his body. My senses heightened and I jolted out of the bed to put on my blouse.

“You're scaring me, Connor. Who is the f**k is that? And how did you know my name?”

But he didn't say a single word, instead he grabbed the bottle of wine we both drank from, pouring it down the sink. What was in that drink?

“He's the client I told you about.” He seethed.

What client? What does he want? How does he know who I am? What was in that drink?

The unending cue of question marks began to fill my head as I struggled to understand what was happening. My gaze darted around the room to find a weapon so I could defend myself. But the door flung open, revealing a tall figure.

“No, it can't be.”

My heart sank with realization and recognition as my eyes scanned the face of the man who had entered the room. His dominance smile had automatically handed me the answers to my long line of questions.

But there was no relief in knowing those answers. For the first time in my life, I was starting to realize that ignorance had its advantages.

“Darren?” I asked, staring at him in disbelief.

What the f**k does he want?

He was clad in a black evenly pressed suit without a tie. His evil smirk sent chills down my spine, but I wasn't scared. Instead, I felt a wave of uncontrollable rage, burning from within me.

My gaze fell upon a scissors on a stool beside me, and I balled my fingers into a fist. I wanted to kill him. I could feel the thirst for revenge taking control of my skin.