The Liability

Chapter 20

Louisa's POV:
As my eyes flutter open it's a new day. I'm shocked I managed to sleep through the night, but glad.

Today I decided to pretend like I didn't completely embarrass myself, because if I kept thinking more about it, I would likely lose my mind.

Looking around the room, I slowly stretch my legs and get out of bed. First brushing my teeth, and then redoing my braid, I get changed, and decide to wear an oversized shirt, which is much too large on me, and acts as a short dress.

I feel my stomach grumble and can't resist getting breakfast any further. Walking down the grand staircase, I go past the main entrance and foyer, heading to the kitchen. But to my surprise it's just Hugo. Which absolutely makes things worse. Slowly I try to make minimal noise. I know he will see me because I'm going where he is currently, but that doesn't mean I can't keep attention away from me as long as possible.

As I finally make it to the kitchen island, he looks up from what he's doing, and I see something behind his eyes. Continuing the silence, I can feel him staring as I get a bowl of cereal, after adding milk, I'm not sure where to sit. It's hard to avoid him when it's just us. It would be painfully obvious. But before I can decide on where to sit, he gestures me over to the seat beside him.

I guess this means we are both moving on from my embarrassing moment yesterday.

Reluctantly I accept his invitation and request. Still silent, the air is filled with tension, as I eat my cereal he is still staring at me. Finally deciding to look back, I'm having trouble understanding what he is thinking.

Annoyed, I turn back to eat, and slightly jump when I feel a hand on my thigh. I feel his breath on my neck as he leans in and whispers, "Did you think you could just walk around like that with those panties visible?"

I gasp, I hadn't even realized the shirt had risen up.
I quickly scramble to pull the shirt back down and he lets out a chuckle.

I was under the impression we weren't going to be flirty. But him making suggestive comments makes things unclear.

His hand inches up my thigh even more, and my breath hitches.

"Hugo, what are you doing" I stammer. "Aren't you worried the others will see?"
I somehow completely forget the important concern, and am more worried about being caught.

"They left this morning darling" he whispers. "It's just me and you for a few days."

"You're confusing me Hugo" I say looking away from him.

His hand stills. And I hear him let out a breath.

I look back at him as he seems to be lost in thought, trying to think of something. I feel him lift his hand from my thigh, and without further thought I grab his hand and put it back on my thigh, looking at him seriously and urgently.

"But please don't stop" I all but plead, putting my pride to the side.

He grins, and quickly lifts me up and places me on the nearby couch. Pulling me onto his lap. He instructs me to lean back and so I lean back, with the back of my neck against his shoulder and the back of my head against the cushion.

He moves his hand back to my thigh, slowly moving his hands up and down, before lifting up my shirt. He smirks at the lacy bra I'm wearing and snakes his hand to the outside of my panties. I suck in a breath as he gets serious. "You're so fucking wet for me aren't you?" I can't find the words to respond. "Tell me you're wet for me." He insists.

"I'm wet for you" I say hurriedly.

Slowly making circles with his thumb pressed into the fabric he draws moans from me. Taking advantage of my exposed neck, he plants wet hot kisses, making it hard not to succumb to him.

He moves my panties to the side and lightly brushes his fingers across my pussy, making me jump at the contact, before painfully slowly raking his fingers between my folds. I hiss.

"Fuck Louisa" He says gruffly as his finger spreads my wetness around.

He press his thumb to my clit adding pressure while rubbing in circles, I begin to squirm.

Before continuing he lays me on my back and takes my panties off before shoving them in my mouth, drinking in the sight he looks down at me, "you're so fucking hot like this." He grunts, and begins to plant kisses on my neck, while his fingers return back to where I want them.

Spreading my legs he abruptly thrusts his finger into me, completely submerged.

I let out a cry.