Toxic Love - the beginning of the end Part | LH FF (Part 2/English version)

T H I R T E E N

A little further back, I saw a group of boys. I recognised the figures directly and had to involuntarily remember Barcelona. The situation was practically identical, but one thing was different from our first meeting. I was greeted by everyone as if we had known each other forever, but it was only half a year. Six months that couldn't have been more exciting. Six months in which my life has turned one hundred and eighty degrees.

When I thought about it like that, it was somehow still unreal. I guess it was just too much what happened in six months for me to be able to process it now.

„Liv!" Pierre squeaked when he saw me and jumped up, only to stumble over Charles' feet, which were probably in his way. The Monegasque howled painfully and gave his buddy a slap to the back of his head. „The lower one was mine, you fucking idiot!" Offended, the Ferrari pilot sank back, but the french one didn't seem to be very interested in this. Instead, he just kept running and pulled me into a welcoming hug, which I of course replied.

„Nice to see you." I was also greeted by Carlos and Lando when I free myself from Pierre. Meanwhile, Charles was appeased again and could also smile.

„We've already wondered if we will see you this weekend." The Spaniard finally said. „As you can see, I am here." I said proudly and lifted my hands into my hips, whereupon the boys laughed, and I also got into this a short time later. However, this cheerful mood did not last very long, because after a few moments I was suddenly reminded of what had just happened.

My name echoed throughout the lounge, I immediately knew who it was. My head rushed to the side, from where I heard Lewis' voice. Fuck... „Um guys, I think it's time to say goodbye..." I explained to the four who were too shocked to talk, and then turned to leave.

„Madame, I warn you. Stop or you'll regret it!" Lewis called, but I didn't stop. He had to get me if he wanted something from me... „Catch me!" I shouted without turning around. But I heard that he was getting closer. „Don't challenge it, sweetie..." His voice sounded threatening, with every word the distance between us decreased. And then it was at zero. „There you go..." He grabbed me by the arm and tore me back. A complacent grin was found on his lips, and I didn't know if it was good or bad.

„Don't you dare to do that ever again, otherwise you will never be able to walk again, okay? You have absolutely no fucking chance against me, my dear..." The grin grew even wider, but I only saw the bright sparkle in his eyes. It was so effervescent, so exciting and so beautiful that I didn't realise what hopeless position I was in by now.

My back touched the cold wall and my counterpart's face was only a few centimetres away from mine. Lewis lifted his hands next to my head into the wall and looked deep into my eyes.

„You'll never do that again, okay?" I wanted to say something, answer him, but I couldn't say a word. „Did you understand that?" His hot breath touched my lips, my whole body demanded more. With a barely noticeable nod, I answered his question in the affirmative, which fortunately seemed to him to be enough answer. „Good..." He breathed before he closed the gap between us and kissed me.

He seemed like a poison to me, because the moment he touched my lips, I forgot everything that happened around me. He stunned the outside world, muted it, just for this moment. I was far too overwhelmed at that moment to realise what was happening. The only thing I was somehow able to do was to return this kiss.

And then that short moment was over. He detached himself from me and took a small step back. At first I didn't understand why, but then it became clear. „How about a room for both of you?"
I froze at the thought that Sebastian saw us making out. But Lewis didn't seem to be interested in the slightest, which took away my uncertainty. „Shut up, just because you're jealous..." The two laughed before the Aston Martin pilot said goodbye to us, of course not without wishing us a lot of fun... God - how embarrassing!

After the small incident, I was still unsure what it looks like with us now. It seemed as if Lewis had no problem letting everyone know that we were together, if we were at all. Probably I should just ask him, I know. But I was afraid. What would he say then? Basically, my fear was unfounded, but I just didn't want to say anything wrong and thus trigger a quarrel. Not after everything is going so well..

Before I knew it, we were in Lewis' room again. He lay above me while I had to struggle hard not to lose control of my body. Well, actually I knew I lost it. I think I lost it the moment I let him drag me here...

„Lewis..." I sighed between two kisses without knowing why I said his name. At the same moment I felt his tongue streak over my jaw, up to my ear and down to my neck. The sensitive skin burned under his influence, like a fire sweeping over me. But it was nice pain, I would accept it every time anew to feel it. Him, his heat, the pure desire to push me to my limits. Because I knew how much he loved that, and at the moment even more. „Revenge is bittersweet." He sighted at some point.

It was a game that none of us wanted to lose. Nevertheless, it didn't take two minutes to snatch the hope of being able to win it at all. He knew me, so he knew I couldn't resist him in the slightest. I have never been able to do that if you look at it very closely.

He kissed every part of my neck so much that it already felt sore. Then he reached the collar of my hoodie. He retreated. Lewis pulled the sweater over my head and threw it next to the bed. Then his mouth found his way back to mine, I took the initiative and pushed my tongue between his lips. I tried to cling to him as hard as possible. My fingernails drilled into his back, but even this pain could not equal to which he inflicts on me, in a way that was far too good. And I was sure it was the last desperate attempt from me to get back the control that he had taken away from me. Maybe it was ridiculous and probably it was already too late, but it just felt so infinitely good...

I shuddered as he suddenly bent even deeper, pushed my tongue back with his and kissed me instead. I didn't resist, not in the slightest. I just let it happen, as well as the fact that he brushed my pants off my legs as if they were nothing. It was simply far too much power to fight against it...

He kissed me dizzy before he briefly detached to take off his top. I could only catch a quick look at his body, but I still saw the moulds on it vividly in front of my inner eye, even when I looked away again. He also threw the Mercedes Team Kid on the floor, where half of my things were already lying.

I wasted a brief thought on what my father would do if he knew how Lewis deals with these T-shirts and that I partly sleep in them. Then I focussed again on the here and now. I took advantage of the moment and turned around. Everything happened so quickly that Lewis didn't even fight against me sitting on him now, but that didn't suit him at all.

My fingers wandered to the button of his jeans, with ease I had opened it, my lips still beguiled his. He should not come up with the idea of wanting to regain control. However, he realised that this was not his plan of revenge before I had the zipper open. Before I knew it, I was under him again.

His hand found my neck, he looked deep into my eyes. „What did I just say?" I swallowed, the vengeful Lewis was back. „Revenge is bittersweet..." I finally answered, my voice was a touch of nothing. Only remains of something that wasn't there anymore anyway, but that wasn't because he choked me, because he didn't. No, it was all due to the fact that it had stunned my voice as if his gaze had sucked all the energy out of me. Like a vampire who groaned for blood, that's exactly how it was.

My counterpart grinned, which made me suspect that I would suffer the same fate as he did earlier. But it wasn't like that. He knew exactly what he was doing and what he had to do to make me forget my own name. That was such a characteristic of him that I hated and loved, it depended entirely on the moment. But at that moment I just did both. I loved that he knew how to touch me, and I hated that he managed to make me to butter. In these minutes, I was suddenly no longer the Liv I actually am. I was no longer strong enough and ambitious that I managed to withstand him. I was weak and docile, I literally melted in his hands...