Amelia had everything- family, friends, a promising future- the sky was the limit. But just like that everything was taken from her. One moment she's planning her high school graduation party the next she's laying on a therapist's couch. It was as i...
You've got him fired up, girl. Now, just lead him into the trap. Let him give himself away in this little game of yours.
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I half expected Elijah's body to jerk in response to hearing me recite the conversation from that night at the bar nearly word for word. I expected movement. Swear words flying. Hell, I would have settled for a fucking wince. But nothing. He gave me absolutely nothing.
I kept my hands hidden at my side. I curled them tightly in fear that I was going to lose control at any second. It was easy to envision my hand flying through the air and snapping across his face. Now was not the time to let go. I was still in control. And I wasn't about to let it all slip away.
It's easy to tear someone apart from their outer appearance and simply fuse together a possible scenario that would fit. However, instead of tearing Elijah a part, I was prepared to coalesce the rest of that fateful night- even if it meant making it up. So, I decided that it was time to do what I do best.
"The two of you don't stay at the bar long. You offer to take her to some place less crowded. You want privacy. She wants your undivided attention. Such a dangerous combination, when mixed, it could send sparks flying."
I leaned against the wall, facing him. I kept my voice even and steady. It was crucial that I keep my composure and remain calm until my minor interrogation was over.
"You're finally alone. She stares up at you with open invitation, while you look down at her in want. Instead of working off her clothes, she begins to do so herself. She wants you to know exactly what you've gotten yourself into. As you glimpse at each scar that branded her naked body, you actually hesitate. Was this truly what you expected? That perfect, angel-like, facade was wiped away with each newly uncovered mark."
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His breathing grew heavy. But he still remained motionless.
"Part of you still desires to reach out and touch; but, the other part is contemplating. The girl doesn't wait for you to come to a decision and instead makes the choice for you. She backs you up against a wall. Her hands roam up along your chest, through your hair. You gaze deeply into her soulless eyes before surrendering to her kiss. Her mouth is hot and needy against your own. You need more. You quickly discard your clothes as she did and pull her tightly against your body. The two of you are so close you can smell her growing arousal. It's driving you mad."
"Utterly insane with want. You move her over to the bed and trap her beneath you. Right where you want her. You easily overpower her, merely because she lets you. You're domineering, but not arrogant about it. You want her to know that you can handle being in control. A smile breaks across her lips. She likes it. She likes it so much her legs practically fall open asking for more."
Elijah narrowed his eyes in deep thought. His silence said it all. If I had to guess, I would say he was thinking back to that night at the bar. And to be honest, only half of what I told him was true.
There was no telling what actually had happened after our conversation we shared over drinks. Did we actually spend the night together? Or, did we perhaps go our separate ways in the end? Regardless of the outcome, whatever Elijah happens to say next would reveal the truth.
