Chapter 58 Confused (10)
Lily's POV
My body was trembling but he simply didn't care. He dragged me to sit on his thighs while he sat at the edge of the bed.
He cleared his throat, studying the room before staring right at me. "I don't think I like the fact that I enjoy faking Bradley," he started, caressing my arms.
"How did you get in?" I forced the question from my lips.
He smirked, "stop quivering, will you? I thought Bradley should have told you by now."
"Bradley?" Sheen of sweat broke on my face.
What was going on here?
Were the brothers playing a game on me?
"Be steady, love. You have taught me a lot these past few days," he was surprisingly calm.
I still couldn't comprehend how Bobby had broken through Bradley's security, walked through the doors, and made me sit on his lap.
"I want to see your face, Lily. Can you sit astride me?" His tone was unbelievably polite.
But when I didn't stir, his strength was the opposite. I gasped when his hands caught my waist and swirled me into the position he wanted.
"Better," he flickered his tongue across his patched lips.
"This gives me an avenue to watch you while we make love." His tone was possessive.
A tear ran down my cheeks, I shook my head. "Please, Bobby. Don't do this," I pleaded.
He pulled me close, sniffing the nape of my neck. "I love it when you call my name. Wouldn't you want to know how we made love the very first time?
My body stiffened. I'd made love with Bobby? When was that? Oh God, let it be false.
How can Bradley thrust me to his brother, the same brother whom he swore to protect me from? Another tear slid down my cheeks, my throat was growing dry and I could barely speak a word.
"Let's go over it, Lily. How we made love." His lips curled up.
As he explained, he bucked his hips sensitively against my warm vagina. I tried to will my anger because I knew how futile it would be fighting him.
"So, when we made love for the first time, it was me. Even at the hotel, it was all me. I didn't know what to do and Bradley wouldn't help me out. Instead, he chose to help you and you fell in love with him," he paused watching the expression on my face.
I was numbed from fear already, waiting for what was to come.
"So, you know how it went. I sought help elsewhere and I bless the day when my friend suggested I act like Bradley. Bradley never told you, did he? He knew all these but instead chose to conceal it from you."
My eyes bulged as a sob escaped me. I was trembling again, this time from pain. Bobby was lying to me, it was all a lie.
"Don't cry now, Lily. If he claims to love you, I loved you first. I have always loved you." His hands brushed down the strap of my dress, exposing an explicit view of one of my cleavage.
"Please, I beg you. This is not true," my hand stopped his hand.
"You don't believe me?" He cocked a brow, sighed, and dropped his hand.
My lips were quivering, I couldn't reply him. His hand reached up and wiped my tears with the back of his hand.
"You knew someone has been watching you and Bradley while you two make love. That was me. Bradley came to me that night, he did warn me to steer clear from you. I love you so much to think that a mere warning would keep me away from you. I knew he wouldn't do anything." His hand came up again, peeling down the other strap.
"I enjoyed the fact that I could have you acting like Bradley. But I want to be me, Lily. I want you to know that Bobby is in love with you. I have waited so much for us to make love again. Don't struggle with me, Lily."
"Bradley wouldn't do that to me," I forced myself off his lap as my dress slid down my body.
He followed me, throwing me to the bed once I was captured. "Puck Lily, why do you always like it rough with me, I'm trying to be that gentleman!" He yelled, brushing his hair with his hand.
"Please, please," I cried as he ripped the rest of my floral dress.
"Why do you think he wants you living with him, think about it!" He ripped his shirt, exposing his almost hairless chest.
Then he pulled his trousers and climbed to the bed, parting my legs with his hands. But I clamped my legs tighter, resisting to obey his touches.
"Bradley wouldn't do that to me," I said.
"Bradley wants you for himself but he wouldn't report me to the police. That is because I am a brother he doesn't want to expose to the public. Exposing me would prevent him from losing everything he ever cared about, his job! I am not putting a knife to his neck cause he's pucking you. We can both have you either way." He dragged my legs roughly, thus parting them automatically.
I gasped as he wedged himself between my legs then leaned forward to kiss me. I snapped my head sideways, forcefully he grabbed my face pressing his mouth on my mouth.
I opened my mouth and let myself bite his lower lip. His head jerked up as he groaned in pain, and then he let his hand smack my face.
Hard.
I gasped.
I hadn't realized he would hit me.
"If Bradley can love you, why can't I?" His hand clamped over my breasts.
With a pinch to my nipples, his mouth quickly replaced his hand. I closed my eyes and let him take full control of my body.
"Bradley has a storage room. I have my boys dig up a tunnel leading to the back of his house. That's how I came here today. Everything I do, I do for you, Lily."
His hands were rough on my pussy, shoving three fingers into my hole. My eyes flew open, meeting his eyes as he continued to slam with his fingers.
"I hate when Bradley pucks you and I can't." He said, kissing my breasts again.
My body betrayed me, jerking to his thrusts. He had that dirty smirk on his face, and then he gathered my legs in his hands and put his beamer into me.
My pussy squished while he penetrated, enabling his rod a delightful entrance. "Puck, Lily. You are so wet." He leaned on my body and started to thrust.
"We can make love till the morrow," he hummed, cupping one full orb of mine.
I let out a moan instead of a sob. How much longer will my body betray me? How much longer would I have to be a tool to Bobby?
He was ramming into me faster and faster. And when I thought he would come, my body convulsed instead.
He continued to ride me, tilting my legs high as he rocked on. Time was speeding by and my pussy was growing sore, I didn't realize what time it was until my eyes caught the hands of the wall clock.
It was almost four in the morning.
Was Bobby not a maniac?
Why hadn't he spilled?
Had he taken hard drugs to aid him pucking for a long period?
"I want you to ride me like you do him." He bit my ears.
"I can't," I replied to him weakly.
"You can't?" He hissed, angered by my words.
He turned me doggy style and continued to puck me. Another twenty minutes crawled by before he finally spilled.
"You're not going anywhere today, Lily. It's me and you." He pl
anted me in the bed beside him.
I thought he was making light of those words until I tried picking up my phone to dial an emergency number when he was asleep. He jerked the phone from my hand and smashed it against the wall.
"Now, where were we?" His lips found my mouth in a wild kiss.