Using the Bad Boy

Chapter 8

  Georgia added the onions, lardons and garlic to the pot and began to fry them off whilst she began chopping the carrots. She hadn't heard anything from Lucas since he had turned her on and left her wanting. She was so frustrated even her toy hadn't done the job, sure she had cum but it wasn't the same. She needed to stop thinking about him.

  Last night she had been out with Mick, he had been lovely, showering her with compliments, listening attentively and just being a down right gentleman. He had been handsome enough with dark brown hair and dark eyes, he looked almost Spanish but he had assured her he wasn't and yet all she could think about was Lucas. Huffing at herself she threw the chopped carrots into the pot before popping in the minced meat.

  When Mick had kissed her, he had been so controlled, so gentle, it had been really....nice. Problem was she didn't want nice, she wanted Lucas, she wanted his demanding lips and tongue, she wanted the way he pulled on her hair and took control. What was wrong with her! She should have wanted the nice, soft kisses Mick offered but she didn't. She added the red wine and passata to the pot as a knock came on the door. 

  Taking a mouthful of the red wine she had poured herself she walked to the door and opened it, nearly sighing in delight and the sight that stood before her. "Hello my little spit fire." Lucas grinned at her. "Something smells good." He noted walking in her home and making himself comfortable on her small sofa. 

  "What are you doing here?" She asked him when she managed to stop drooling at him and closed the door.

  "I told you tonight you were mine so here I am though I didn't expect you to cook." He winked at her picking up her remote control and turning on the tv and going through the apps to find Netflix. "What are you cooking?"

   "My dinner." She said watching with disbelief as he shrugged his coat off.

  "Ours now kitten." He laughed at her. She went to argue but he was flicking through the films so instead she walked through to the kitchen and continued to cook, chopping up mushrooms. "Mmm, spaghetti Bol-"

  "Fuck Lucas!" She turned clutching the front of her shirt, she hadn't heard the man mountain following her.

  "You'll be saying that later, I hope that tastes as good as it smells." His voice was husky as he stalked toward her until she was forced to look up at him. "What film do you want to watch?" He asked her cupping her face in his hands, his thumb tracing her bottom lip.

  "I don't mind." She breathed hating how quickly her body betrayed her, she could feel her nipples pebbling, her heart racing and the ache between her legs growing. His lips were suddenly against hers, this kiss was different, it was deliberate, slow but he was still in full control and demanded submission which she couldn't deny him.

  "You taste good kitten." He murmured with satisfaction.

   "Would you like a glass of wine?" She asked moving away from him in an attempt to regain her composure as she stirred the food.

  "Yes please." He replied. "I can get it." 

  "No it's fine I'll Get it, just make yourself at home." She smiled at him feeling herself blush as he walked up to her and kissed her cheek before leaving her alone to try and calm herself down. She took a moment before she poured him a glass, she wanted to appear aloof not like she was two seconds away from begging him to take her. Picking up his glass she walked with confidence to man who was currently occupying her sofa. "Here you go man mountain." She smiled offering him the wine.

  "Thanks." He smiled taking the drink from her. She noted how huge he looked, laughing to herself she picked up the long cushion she had under the coffee table and placed it on top of it.

  "Here you can put your feet up." She told him before leaving the room so she could add her herbs to the food then adding the lid she grabbed her glass of wine and the remainder of the bottled wine and walked back through to join Lucas on the sofa. 

   "This isn't right." He mumbled and for a second she contemplating leaving the room, this was a little comfortable for two people having sex but his next words stopped her. "Kitten you're too far away." He told her, her mouth opened but no sound came out. He moved so he was more in the middle of the sofa and picked her up and sat her across his lap before he out his feet up. "Better." He grinned tapping his glass against hers.

  He'd picked An action film which she was quite pleased about, she loved an action movie not that she'd admit it to him. "How's Isla?" He asked her.

  "She's good, still has a list of men for me to date so she can live vicariously through me apparently." She laughed softly trying not to moan out loud as his free hand which didn't have wine held in it began to move up and down her back.

  "Yeah Jose was an arsehole to her." He mumbled to himself.

  "Jose?" She questioned.

  "If she hasn't told you I'm not going to it's her story to tell." He chuckled kissing her cheek briefly. "How was last nights date?" He changed the subject.

  "Nice." She answered and watched the cock sure smile briefly light his face. "Nice kisser." She added.

  "Yeah but you don't like nice baby." He still looked smug and it pissed her off.

  "Maybe not when I'm fucking but nice can be....nice." She shrugged, she went to take a sip of her wine but Lucas had other ideas as he grabbed a fist full of hair and kissed her roughly and she couldn't help but sigh at the contact. He bit her bottom lip and her breath hitched, Lucas smiled widely as he pulled away.

  "Nice, is nice but that kiss is what makes your panties damp." He looked so bloody pleased with himself. "Now watch the film or the dinner will burn because I will have to fuck some sense into you and it really does smell good."