Conquered: She Who Dares Book Two by LP Lovell Page A

then I bid you good night.” He says, his lips pressing together in silent judgement. He can’t talk, he’s fucking my best friend along with half the bloody city.
    “Bye Hugo.” I say as I turn away from him and head down the street.
     
    Cruise casually pulls on his leather jacket and throws an arm around my shoulder as he walks me barely a hundred yards down the street. His big body close to mine is both comforting and unsettling. He stops next to a motorcycle parked on the side of the road, and lifts up the seat, handing me a helmet. I grin. Harry used to have a motorcycle, but he never let me ride it. He said it was too dangerous. Right now a shot of adrenaline is just what I need. This is the kind of motorcycle that screams badass with its black shiny paint and chrome exhausts.
    He puts his helmet on and flips the tinted visor down before swinging his leg over the bike. Yeah, he looks like a total bad boy right now, and god, am I a sucker for a bad boy.
    I swing my leg over the bike. My high heels rest on the metal pegs. He grabs my arms and pulls them around his waist. His leather jacket is open, and I can’t help but feel the rock hard ridges of muscle under my fingers through his t-shirt. I’ve seen Cruise naked, fucked him seven ways to Sunday, and yet this feels a little too intimate right now. He revs the engine and the bike moves away. We ride back past Allure and I catch Hugo, still stood outside the club. I can practically feel his eyes burning a hole in my back. I try and leave some space between me and Cruise, but the motion of the bike combined with too much alcohol is making me a little unstable, make that very unstable. I end up with my chest pressed to his back and my thighs tight against his. I do manage to keep my crotch away from his arse.
    The bike crawls to a stop right outside my flat. I know why we’re here, the same reason we’re usually here. Cruise won’t know that in the few months since I last saw him I’ve had my heart ripped to shreds. He’s not to know that I don’t actually want to sleep with him, but at the same time I just want something from before . Maybe I do want to sleep with him. He’s definitely hot. I’ll give it to myself, I’ve always had impeccable taste in men. I laugh at that, remembering the conversation George and I had about just that.
    “What’s so funny?” He smiles easily at me as he takes my helmet from me. I’m still straddling the bike as he stands beside me, his tall frame towering over me.
    I grin. “I was just mentally commending myself on my taste in men.” I eye the length of his body and he laughs.
    “You do have very good taste.” He shrugs. He watches me intently. “You look seriously hot straddling that bike Lilly.” He bites his lip and shakes his head a little. “All I can picture right now is bending you over it.” I blush a little. Seriously? The way he’s looking at me makes me hot, but it also makes me a little uneasy. Jesus, what is wrong with me? One minute I’m all go, and the next my bloody conscience kicks in. Wait, since when did I have a conscience?! Ugh.
    “I need another drink.” I announce. “Do you want to join me?”
    “Sure.” He smiles easily as he follows me into the flat.
    The lights are all off. I guess Molly’s out. Cruise follows me to the kitchen. I turn and look at him as he leans one hip against the breakfast bar. His blue eyes follow me. Blue, but not blue enough I think to myself. I want to sleep with Cruise. My mind is over thinking it, and is slightly repulsed, but my wounded heart says I should find some small solace in that hot body. There’s that part of me that feels broken and powerless. I feel as though I’m not in control of my own emotions. I crave that control. Cruise has always let me control him, use him, fuck him. This is what I need, I’m going to fuck Cruise. If I have to drink some more to get rid of my suddenly existent conscience then so be it. I grab the bottle of vodka