de-10-briefed (part 1)

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She tried to contain the shudder that racked down her back at his words. She also tried to not to focus on the fact that they were now alone in the handicapped bathroom and for a bathroom that was supposed to be accommodating, it seemed incredibly small.

"What do you want, David?" She turned herself around to face the brute with a beastly scowl of her own. "Come to tell me more about how much of a whore I am? Well, you can go ahead and fuck yourself," She spat, hoping she sounded more resolute than she felt. Her heart pounded hard against her chest. His expression seemed to falter, but as soon as the subtle change had happened, it was gone, the only thing giving him away being the small tick to his jaw. But what Jillian didn't realize was that as she was trying to build up her defenses for the inevitable battle ahead, she had walked right into the lion's trap.

The dark tilt to his lips made her realize her mistake, but what was more unnerving was the look he was giving her. He took a step towards her, so that they were chest to chest. A feeling almost more erotic, than any of the other ways he had touched her before. That's when she saw the thing that she had missed, behind the anger and cold determination in his eyes- and this, this was hot.

This was desire.

Her eyes widened slightly, but before she could push herself away, he had wrapped his hands tightly around her body, and roughly pressed his mouth to her tempting dirty one.

Once he pressed his familiar mouth against her tingling lips and locked her body between his arms, she knew her words were useless. It's not to say she had just given into him just like that, but he quite literally had stole her breath away and with that, all the words she had wanted to say. Her brows furrowed as he kissed her and urged her to respond with his tongue and his soft bits to her lip. Knowing that this was probably the wrong thing to be doing to herself especially since those distant but familiar tingles were starting to make their way to her stomach. So, as he moved his hands down the swells of her hips, she put her hands up to push him away. However, in trying to do so, she'd given him the ability to maneuver her body around him and up against the door of the bathroom with his body and mouth caging her in. Practically unescapable.

Much to Jillian's relief, David finally broke away only to make his mark on the sensitive part of her neck that he knew how to work all too well. Jillian inhaled harshly, her head tilted up against the door as David sucked on her neck as if he were sucking her soul. Jillian wanted to curse out, but instead found herself whispering her torrid thoughts.

"I hate how I still feel when I'm around you."

David didn't even give her a chance to regret those very words as she felt him hum lowly into her neck distracting her enough from his hand, which had snaked it's way between the tight folds of her skirt. She jolted sharply at the sudden contact of his fingers around her lace-clad pussy. Even he seemed to falter for a second, a second that was too short-lived for her to recuperate. She stood frozen backed up against the door yet heat poured over her body in waves as his fingers curled around her panties, pulling them down just enough for him to slip his fingers past in the lace and into her slick folds. Then, he stroked her.

"I can understand why. I'm sure he'd be thrilled to know what you're doing with another man, you're still responsive too." Her pussy embarrassingly clenched at the combination of his words and the motion of his fingers. She wanted to be mad at his arrogant tone and the way he acted as if he were entitled to her. But how could she, when the feeling of his fingers between her legs felt so good after months of hurt. She knew she would push him away in end, but she decided to allow herself just another second of tactile bliss. So, she answered.

"Who?" His body, still flushed against hers, seemed to stiffen, but his fingers worked faster. He dipped two in to her and pumped as he spoke with an air of restraint.

"Whatever man was stupid enough to attach himself to you." Jillian was not completely gone enough to ignore a comment like that. She pushed his hand away abruptly.

"You —"

"You're already so wet." He cut in, as if telling her, this was want she would always want–him. Her expression turned serious quickly.

"I thought I told you I never wanted to see you again."

David's dark eyes bore into her own.

"We can't always get what we want, can we?" His words were dark and bitting, but she was quick to respond with utter contempt fueling her mouth.

"I despise you."

Whereas, he took his time with the punch, letting the untruthfulness to her words hang in the air. His hands moved down to grip her thighs, but his eyes stayed on her alit ones. And the next thing he said, he said in all seriousness.

"Maybe you do. But your body doesn't, Jillian."

Jillian felt David's hot hands burn holes in her skirt and begin to char her skin. The flicker in his eyes spoke of his next intentions. Doubt began to clog her throat. She didn't know what she really wanted anymore.

A loud rapture on the door right behind them had Jillian crashing into the loathing man next to her, breaking whatever a moment they had been in. A moment she had no intention reliving again.

"This is the hotel manager. We have a strict policy in regards to our facilities. I'm going to have to ask you to step out to the bathroom, immediately!"

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A/N: Part 2 to de-10-briefed will come very soon! Not as long as this chapter took to come out. I wanted to give you guys something because you all had been waiting so patiently, however I only finished (however unedited) the first part this weekend.

I will probably condense this into one chapter when I get the second part out. Also, stay tuned for the epilogue. There might be two!!

xoxo, your fave hoe

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