*Lily*Closing our hotel door behind us, I could no longer keep my hands off William. I really hadn't been trying anyways, the minute we had escaped from the elevator our hands danced over each other's bodies. He pushed me up against the door as he grabbed my breast and brushed a thumb over my nipple. I moaned as he circled it with every intention of teasing me."William," I groaned as my head rolled back. "Yes, Lily, say my name, louder though," William encouraged me and he began to suck at the nape of my neck. I could feel his tongue lick my skin and the start of a new hickey beginning to bruise where he had left his mark. I reached for his belt but he knocked my hand away. "No, let me have my way with you first."I sucked in a breath as he lifted me and carried me into the bedroom placing me on the bed with care before he straddled me. His eyes met mine as he swept his hair back. William pursed his lips as he spoke to me, "You, my darling Lily, have looked too delecta
*William*I poured coffee into mugs for the two of us as the sun shone into our hotel room. Lily sat at a small table near the window basking in the glowing light. She looked exquisite with her beautiful brown locks reflecting the sunlight and cascading down her shoulders as she stared off toward the sunshine. I pondered if she was thinking about our intimate moment not many hours prior.I still was having flashbacks running through my mind feeling her beneath me last night, letting me pound into her and pleasure her. I loved that she gave in to me, showing me she trusted me completely. I wanted her to feel that way, to know it was safe to be vulnerable with me. She had become so important to me, and I wanted her to know she was safe in my arms in any position. I heard her sigh happily as I set down her coffee mug on the table and I moved my chair closer to her as I reached for her hand. Her eyes met mine in a solid gaze sweeping over my face. Did my face glow as much as hers di
*Lily*I searched William's eyes as we stood in the beautiful Louvre museum contemplating if I should tell him what I had been pondering for so long. He had seemed adamant about refusing to help apprehend Jean Laurent. I did not want to aggravate him further, and yet I felt like this was the right thing to do.He seemed tense, his broad shoulders stood taunt as he faced me. His eyes bore into my own, his mouth horizontal in a fine line, no smile to be found."All right, tell me," he answered with a continued serious expression on his face while facing me. "I have a feeling that you've been distancing yourself from me because of what is on your mind."As he spoke with power emanating from his voice, my heart began pounding harder against my rib cage. I had to explain myself and clear my head so William could understand where I was coming from. He needed to understand and hear me out.I shifted my feet in a more adamant stance as I started to say, "William, I want to bring Jean
*Lily*Shivers ran down my spine, and I was feeling like Jean had something sinister up his sleeve. As a notorious art thief, he most likely did have some ominous plans, but I couldn't be sure if they involved me or not. After all, we just ran into each other on the street. It was a coincidence… right?I had a sneaking suspicion creep into the back of my mind that Jean wasn't just here to ask me about my artwork. Something else was afoot. A red flag seemed to be swung back and forth in my brain trying to warn me that something was wrong. I didn't think I could trust Jean, and my mind was screaming at me to be cautious. "Actually Jean, I am waiting for William. He had some business up the road and I've been enjoying window shopping along this strip," I said with a forced smile wishing William could see us and come to my rescue. I felt so small compared to Jean as he towered over me. Jean licked his lips as he took a step closer to me and I took a step back towards the busy roa
*William*Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I tore away from the Louvre museum in haste after I watched Lily walk away just a few moments ago. I hated that we had fought. I should have given her a chance to explain herself and why she thought it would be best to help the Directorate of Territorial Security in apprehending Jean Laurent. She must understand that this seedy man had no business being around her any longer than he had been. This is why I had been so serious with her, but perhaps harsh was a better word. I looked around the gardens knowing she had come this way. She must be somewhere around here.I searched high and low wondering if she had made her way to the road. She was nowhere in sight. Fuck. Shit. I clenched my fists in anger. Where did she go?My heart raced with worry and guilt as I started walking around the bustling streets of Paris. I felt desperate as I searched the sea of faces and couldn’t find her. I could feel the immense amount of guilt settle in my stomach like a
*Lily*Finding myself trapped in a dimly lit basement was not how I expected my evening to turn out. I mentally kicked myself knowing I should have realized Jean was not who he said he was. William was right, he was dangerous. I should have listened to him. Why hadn't I heeded his words of warning?I held back my tears as I looked around the basement after Jean had dropped me on the floor unceremoniously. A few dilapidated boxes stood in the corner filled with trash and I saw a mousetrap loaded behind it. The basement was lackluster with gray cement walls and an easel stood in the other corner with a few worn paints and brushes. What was the purpose of this room? Did Jean expect me to paint here?I looked up at him straight faced and tongue tied. What did he want? He had once come across so charming, like a pleasant figure that had found his way into my life just by happenstance. He had praised my work and entertained me with promises of grandeur and fame. He could have charmed r
*William*I rubbed my eyes as I walked up the stairs to Rick's office. I had not slept well. I’d tossed and turned all night and it was catching up to me, now. It was strange not having Lily beside me since I had become accustomed to her presence not only with me during the day but sleeping next to me at night. I hated the fact that I couldn't pull her to my side. Her absence was even more apparent because she had been taken from me.I was feeling desperate this early in the day, and absent-mindedly clutched the door handle of Rick's office. I stepped into the waiting room looking around and briefly admiring how Rick had decorated, barely registering the environment because I was distracted. I needed answers about Lily. My mind was going nuts. A secretary sat behind a desk, looking up at me from behind her round glasses as I approached. "William Shaw," I said before she could ask and recognition crossed her cream-colored face as she pressed a button on the desk.On cue, I hear
*Lily*I picked at the paint that had dried on my fingers wondering what time it was. Still stuck in this godforsaken shit hole of a basement, my prison felt like it was becoming smaller. My hands were red and pink from the colors I had just used in the painting and I chipped away at my nails nervously. I felt very unsanitary and wished I could have a sink to just wash my hands. I could even wash my hair, which had become slimy and sticky against my scalp.I had been given a pail to use the restroom, and I felt like it was a manipulative move to remind me I was a caged animal. Jean had come in a few times to check on my work and breathe heavily down my neck. He spared me any encouragement as he dragged me around this basement roughly hoping to get me started on a painting.I shivered thinking about it, because I couldn't stand being around him any longer than I had to. His true colors had shone through and they were ugly. I scoffed as I wondered if the word ugly was too kind of a