Infuriating Attractions (on hold)

Distraction

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Warning for the children: Sexual content

Her hair was wrong.

The thought flitted into Thomas’ head before he could properly understand where the hell it came from. The blonde beauty writhed beneath him pressing herself hard against his lower body and snatching one of his hands and pressing the palm of it against her breast.

“Thomas, please” she mewed arching her back against the sheets. Was that how she would purr his name? The girl brought her lips to press hard against his and all the blood left his brain. He thrust into her hard, relieving the pent up frustration Annabelle had ignited within him.

Only when he felt her nails dig themselves into his back and heard her final moan did he allow himself to feel his sweet release. Chest heaving, she laughed and twirled a lock of his hair around her finger.

“You know I always love it when you visit, the other girls-” for the life of him he could not remember her name. He had never had her before; he swore she had told it to him sometime that evening.

“I am glad we got the chance to get better acquainted I was beginning to think you didn’t like me” she pouted and he grinned back at her. 

“How could I not? You are the most beautiful woman downstairs” he never thought he’d have to resort to flattery with a whore. In truth he had never noticed the girl in this establishment before and he was a frequent visitor. He had needs and it was seldom a beautiful girl wandered into his path ripe for the wooing. Thomas was usually drawn to the buxom brunettes but somehow this slip of a thing managed to pull his attention.

Yet a part of him knew why he had chosen this girl, even if he would not ever admit it, it was because she looked a bit like her. As he rolled off the harlot beside him and faced the ceiling he mentally scolded himself. There was no use in lusting after some virginal uppity lady he could never have, she was merely a means to an end. Perhaps her ransom money would be the final push to solidify the ownership of his estate. He doubted Henry would bother him and even if he did Amelia...a quick lurch of pain in his chest doused that memory. There was yet another woman he could not allow himself to dwell on especially now that she had a son. 

“Would you like to go again?” the woman asked tracing a pattern across his chest “It’ll cost you extra but-”

Thomas wondered how he could think she had ever looked like Annabelle, now that he was not blinded by lust.

“No, I have to go” his response sounded more abrupt that he’d meant it to but he did not feel like apologising. He swiftly untangled himself from her arms and the tangled sheets and began pulling on his clothes. 

“Will you visit again soon?” she asked hopefully drawing the sheets up around her in an odd attempt to look wide eyed and innocent.

Thomas gave a mumbled non-committal reply, he would not be visiting her again. She was a mere substitute for Annabelle who he could not get out of his head. He had only known the stupid girl for a matter of hours, but by God she was beautiful. They would eat her alive at court, all the idiots with their fancifull words and bundles of money. She would probably be married off to some impotent Lord by the end of the week and his fists clenched in response to the pang of jealousy he suddenly felt. 

Had he gotten his lands and good name back he would have been a prime candidate...

Marriage? He was now thinking about marriage? What was wrong with him? Thomas threw down some money on the rickety table top beside the bed and shot off down the stairs and through the door, ignoring the calls of the painted ladies. 

He thought that the fresh air and walk back through the woods would clear his mind but instead it churned with lust and longing. He wanted her, there was no question about that and he wanted her all the more because he could not have her. That always seemed to be his undoing, pursuing those that would not have him. 

But perhaps this time it was different, perhaps she would have him. He had seen the desire and curiosity flare in her eyes, naive as she obviously was. A wolfish grin made its way onto his lips, indeed he would not and could not marry Annabelle but that didn't meant he could not bed her. The thought of taking her first, his touch forever burned into her memory never to be erased by the limp gentleman she would wed, flooded him with pleasure. 

Was it selfish to seduce her and take her innocence with no intention of marrying her? Indeed. But this had become less about her and more about the many other things dangled in front of him that he could not have through no fault of his own. He had realised early on that nothing in this life was gifted but taken, and that mantra had gotten him this far. 

His steps quickened, he was eager to see her, eager to begin their little game that he planned on winning, eager for victory. 

However as he entered the camp, all hell broke loose. 

Sorry about the wait/length i've been all over hospital and back