Bound by Her (2 page)

“Miss Braxton, I assume? We need to ask a few questions regarding last night,” Dickhead announced as he stood from his seat on my sofa and approached the two of us.

“Okay,” was her only reply as she walked past me and seated herself opposite the female officer, tucking her feet up underneath her perfectly taut backside.

“I assume you are aware that we found a body in The Lounge,” he stated. His dark, narrowed eyes flicked briefly to mine before returning to Emily’s once more.

There was me thinking that he wasn’t working on assumptions, that’s two clearly stated ones in the last thirty seconds.
Fucking hypocrite!

“No, I wasn’t aware of that.” Emily’s eyes widened and her petite forehead crinkled up in surprise. Her gaze shifted uncomfortably to me. As brief as her glance was, I read the uncertainty in her eyes. She had no idea what to say, and I silently cursed myself for not pre-warning her of the impending police visit. All she had to do was keep quiet, act oblivious and they’d go away, satisfied that what happened was indeed an act of violence from a sadistic fucker. That sadistic fucker not being myself.

I rounded the sofa and lowered myself gently next to her, placing my hand on her knee as an act of comfort to her - I hoped. Her leg trembled beneath my hand so I pressed more firmly, trying to calm the movement before one of the officers noticed and took her shaking as a sign that she was lying.

“We suspect the body to be that of Mr Jay Maguire. Do you know of him?”

I felt her body stiffen at my side at the sound of his name, and I swear, I could have throttled the bastard in front of me for making her feel like that, police uniform or not.

“I’m sure you’re fully aware that I know of him,” she replied sternly, although I could hear the ever-so-subtle shake in her voice that never failed to reveal her nerves.

“Who’s he?” I asked, trying desperately to make it clear to Emily that I apparently had no idea of who her attacker was.

Emily shot me a questioning glance before she turned her attention back to the officers.

“Would you prefer to talk in private, Miss Braxton?” the female asked, no doubt noticing her awkward expression.

“No, it’s fine. So, what do you need from me?”

“Just your account of last night’s events. We’re trying to figure out how it came to be that Mr Maguire ended up dead, in your fiancés club.”

“He’s already told you. I was waiting for Julian to return and Jay just walked in. He practically threw me across the room and I hit my head, hard. I was aware of him on top of me, pinning me to the floor and clutching at my underwear.” She trailed off and rubbed at her eye with her fingertips. “I couldn’t breathe; he was smothering me with his mouth. I protested but he wouldn’t stop.”

Bastard!
I briefly wished I could kill him all over again. That I could smash my fist into his twisted face again and again. But I couldn’t. Unless I was going to start breaking into morgues now, which I was certain wouldn’t go down too well with the law.

I glanced at Emily and saw a single tear slowly rolling down her pale cheek. I lifted my hand to wipe it away with the pad of my thumb. “Do you really need to know all of this right now? You’re upsetting her.”

“I’m afraid we do, Mr Scott. In your own time, Miss Braxton. What happened after Mr Scott came in?”

I couldn’t bear it. I couldn’t sit there and watch her hurting so badly, or listen to the events through her eyes - her terrified eyes. My chest ached unbearably. It felt as though my heart was being crushed, squeezed tightly against my rib cage. My breathing became shallow, my throat tightening with every breath.

“I’ll make you some tea,” I whispered before marching out of the living area.

“Just as I’m sure he’s told you. I was aware of someone pulling Jay off me, and then I was taken from the room, I have no idea what happened between the pair of them,” I heard Emily explain as I spooned the sugar into a cup.

“Was Mr Scott aware of your background with Mr Maguire? Did he know who he was?”

Fucker!
As soon as I left her side he was trying to pin it on me. My knuckles whitened under their forceful strain as I gripped at the edge of the counter, desperately trying to calm my anger as I counted each deliberate, slow breath.

“No, I haven’t told him anything of my past, he had no idea who he was. He reacted to what he saw in front of him, which was a drunken man trying to rape his fiancée.”

As soon as I had showed the officers out, I rushed to Emily’s side on the sofa and pulled her into my lap. Holding her close against my chest, I pressed a kiss against her forehead. Her slender frame fit perfectly against my broad chest. Her head rested against my shoulder before she raised it and pressed her delicate mouth against my neck. I involuntarily sucked in a sharp breath in response to her soft and warm contact, and I noted her increased blood flow as her cheeks reddened.

“Why are you blushing, Miss Braxton?”

“I love you, Mr Scott,” she whispered in reply.

“And I love you,” I breathed, before kissing her mouth hungrily, tasting every bit of her as my tongue explored hers.

I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t kiss her like this, not now. She was hurt - emotionally and physically, and I wouldn’t take advantage. I ended our kiss abruptly and pulled my head back to get a clear view of her beautiful face. And beautiful it was. Her sparkling blue eyes were large in her petite, heart-shaped face - which was framed perfectly by long waves of chestnut coloured hair. Her mouth was most definitely the sexiest mouth I had ever seen. Her lips were a pale rose pink and were full and plump. Her top lip was marginally bigger than the bottom, giving the appearance of a permanent sexy pout. She was totally alluring. Yet, the fact that she couldn’t see it herself only made it more so. Emily wasn’t like any other woman I had known. Other women were like vultures. They see a man in an expensive suit, getting out of an expensive car, and they are all over you like a rash. Always desperately trying to get your attention and shamelessly throwing themselves at you. But, Emily was different. Not once had she made any effort to be anybody but herself. She didn’t plaster her face in makeup and provocatively suck a lollipop in my face whilst squeezing her tits together and up, as high as they’d go. She was just...Emily. It was refreshing.

“I’ll get you some painkillers,” I said, as soon as I remembered the small box that was still sitting on the counter.

Her brow lowered as she frowned at me in response.

“For your head,” I told her as I lifted her off my lap and placed her on the sofa.

“My heads fine.”

She was a terrible liar. I could tell it was hurting her by the way a small furrow appeared between her brows each time her head moved. The way she was trying her damned hardest not to let it move.

“Here, stop trying to be so brave all the time. Take these,” I ordered, rolling the two capsules into her hand and placing a glass of water in the other.

I watched her as she stood and placed one of the two capsules carefully at the back of her tongue. Then, she took a long draw of her water and appeared to freeze. She just stood there, staring vacantly at the wall ahead of her. Her upper body lunged forward and her hand flew up and covered her mouth.

“What’s wrong? Do you feel sick?”

Oh God!
Maybe she’s concussed after all, I thought. Maybe her injury is worse than we had thought. I rushed to stand in front of her and studied her face, searching her eyes for the answer that she couldn’t speak as she still had a mouthful - of water, I hoped. She simply waved her hand at me - or more precisely, flapped her hand at me - and turned away so that I was now watching her back. I watched her body heave again and began to panic.

“Emily, do you need the bathroom? A doctor?” I pressed.

She let out a groaning sigh and turned back to face me. “I can’t do another one,” she said, her face twisted with disgust.

“Another what? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t swallow those things, they float! Who invented floating tablets?”

Her tone, and matching expression, was so serious that I couldn’t suppress my laughter. There was me readying myself to rush her to the nearest hospital, and she was simply struggling to swallow a capsule.

“What’s funny?” she asked, obviously completely unaware of how amusing the situation was.

“You! You can’t swallow a tablet?”

“I can swallow a normal tablet, just not one that floats! They hit the back of my mouth and make me gag.”

“I’ll bear that in mind.”

“Bear what in mind?”

“Your sensitive gag reflex when an unfamiliar object touches the back of your mouth.” I sniggered, raising a single brow in a suggestive manner.

Bad joke
, I scolded myself, as I winced under her angered glare. Or was it a heated glare - an inviting one?

Definitely heated, I concluded, as she pushed her warm body flush against mine and pulled my head into her urgent kiss, her fingers twisting into my hair as she pulled me back towards the sofa.

With her slender hands pushing firmly against my chest, effectively lowering me to a laying position across the length of the sofa, Emily sat astride my hips and bent forward to press her mouth to my neck. The warm sensation of her lips nipping and sucking at my heated skin sent a shudder down my spine, and I found myself aching for her. Literally aching for her as I twitched heavily between my thighs. A slow smile spread across my lips as she tugged at my t-shirt, desperately trying to tease it from beneath my heavy weight and remove it altogether, all the while seemingly trying to hide the obvious effort it was taking by keeping a totally straight face. I lifted slightly to assist her struggle as I felt my smile widen.

“Something amusing you, Mr Scott?”

“Nothing at all,” I panted, as she finally freed me from my shirt. “Do carry on.”

She raised her top - or my top, I should say, as she was wearing my oversized hoodie - and pulled it swiftly and very sexily over her head, her hair flailing around her delicate shoulders as it fell through the material, leaving her upper body naked except for the thin, black laced bra that only just covered her nipples.

A soft groan rumbled deep in my chest as I admired her beauty. She was incredible. Her stomach was toned and taut but with that sexy little slightly rounded pouch surrounding her belly button area that I had always loved so much. I struggled to tear my eyes away from her breasts. They were perfect. Exactly the type of breasts I had always admired, although, I must admit, I had never admired any others more than I did Emily’s. Their size fit perfectly into each of my hands, and I loved this. I had always hated large breasts, there was definitely something very unattractive about the way they hung over you. I couldn’t resist pulling her towards me to allow my teeth to gently tease her erect nipple through the thin lace of her bra. She sucked in a hissing breath and rolled her hips against me.

I clutched her backside with both hands and thrust my hips tightly against her groin as another involuntary growl escaped me. She rolled her hips again, grinding herself against my erection. Leaning forward, she pressed her wet lips to my chest, her back arching - encouraging her very fine backside to sit high in the air, making my breath hitch in my throat. God, I had never wanted anyone as much as I wanted Emily. I never knew such an intense level of desire was even possible. My entire body was on fire, ready and waiting for her next touch, her next kiss.

Her mouth trailed kisses and gentle nips across my chest and continued down the centre of my belly before pausing at the waistband of my joggers. Her fingers hooked around the material beside either hip, and then she tugged gently and slowly, following their movement with her mouth. Her chin skimmed ever-so-lightly over my arousal as her mouth nipped at my inner thigh. I inhaled deeply as her soft contact made me physically ache, my body begging for more.

She knew exactly what she was doing, the chin was no accident. She was teasing me, building my anticipation until I couldn’t take any more.

“Emily, you’re killing me here,” I panted, the desperate and raspy sound of my own voice surprising me.

I heard her soft laugh as she finally freed my ankles of my trousers. She tossed them onto the floor, leaving me stark naked. She raised her head and her eyes raked over my entirety before she crawled forwards, with an incredibly sexy grin etched on her face. Then, she stopped her approach and her soft lips teased at the tip of my length, before taking me fully into her mouth.

My groan was almost animalistic as her tongue swirled around my end. Her full lips surrounded me once more and she began to move in a steady rhythm. She drew back her lips, revealing her teeth which grazed gently across my sensitised skin, and my entire body tensed in response to her torture. If her warm tongue touched my head one more time, I was going to lose it. She swirled her tongue again, before I had even managed to finish that thought, and I felt my hips jerk in response. I couldn’t hold it any longer, as much as I really didn’t want this to end. It was just too much, too damn sexy.

“Emily, stop. I’m going to come,” I choked through my strained jaw as I desperately tried to hold on to my composure.

“That’s the whole point,” she murmured, her mouth releasing me briefly.

But not briefly enough, and as her tongue made contact again, I couldn’t hold back against the shudders that rippled through me. I involuntarily thrust myself upwards and further into her mouth, unable to control my hips’ jerking movement. Crying out loudly and clutching fistfuls of her hair, I spilled into her mouth - her mouth that never attempted to release me until my shuddering body had calmed. I slumped heavily into the sofa beneath her, my body still quaking with each tiny movement.

Then, I realised what I’d done.
Fuck!
I hadn’t meant to come in her mouth. That had never been my intention, as sexy as it was, but I had completely lost all control of myself. With her and her gag reflex, that was bound to make her ill, surely.

I peeked up at her through squinted eyes, preparing myself for her disgusted expression, but she was directly above me now, grinning ridiculously at me as she removed my dampened hair off my forehead with her fingertips.