Renee's pov
We're driving back home in Williams car, listening to music and asking each other random questions.
He tells me that he's nineteen years old and has two twin sisters.
"What's your favourite colour?" He asks when we stop at a red light.
"I don't have one," I answer and he gives me a weird look. "Come on, every girl has a favourite color"
"Well I guess I'm not a girl then," I say sarcastically.
William watches me intently, his eyes momentarily dropping on my lips and a light red stains the tip of his ears.
"You're definitely a girl Renée"
I feel my face heating up and I look down at my lap, nervously biting on my lips. I clear my throat deciding to elaborate. "I don't have a favourite color because there's just too many to choose from. I think the color blue is beautiful but so is the colour red and purple and yellow and it's not fear to just pick one color when there are so many others in the world."
I say and he turns to look at me with a small smile on his lips. "Keep your eyes on the road buddy,"
"You're perfect aren't you?" He mumbles and I laugh.
"I'm not perfect Will, I'm far from perfect actually," I whisper staring down at my lap.
"Well I think you are. You're like a breath of fresh air, it's almost refreshing to be around you," he says smiling at me and I bite my lips, not knowing what to say.
***
I walk into the lobby after Will drops me off and make my way over to the elevator.
My heart starts frantically beating as it goes up and I close my eyes, trying to even out my breathing.
Crap.
I put my hands on my chest as I try to force the air into my lungs, humming a lullaby as a way to distract myself.
The itsy bitsy spider.........
I hum, closing my eyes tightly and waiting for it to reach the first floor. When it dings I push my way out and head straight for the penthouse door.
Opening it with the card Elijah gave me and walking inside. My nose is greeted by the smell of cigarette smoke and my eyes travel to the sofa landing on a shirtless Elijah.
He has a joint between his lips and an evil smirk makes its way across his face when he sees me, causing a shiver to run down my spine.
I swallow my saliva and walk the rest of the way into the room, closing the door behind me.
"Come have a seat with me Renée," he says in a deep voice and my knees become weak.
"I d-don't think that sitting with you is a very good Idea Elijah," I say through my now dry lips and he looks at me, his smirk deepening.
"Non stavo chiedendo," he says slowly and I shake my head.
"I don't know what you're saying," I whisper and his stare is unwavering. "I said I wasn't asking. Sit Renée," he orders and I slowly walk over to the sofa making sure to sit at the very end.
"Com'è stata la tua giornata?" Elijah asks, blowing smoke in my direction. I lick my dry lips and look at him with wide eyes. "Elijah, please. I don't understand," I say and he chuckles.
"I simply asked how was your day?"
"My day was f-fine," I reply in a stutter.
Why the hell can't I speak properly? And why oh why did I have to fail Italian.
"Are you sure it was just fine Mia vita?"
"Yes?" I question and he looks at me with intense eyes.
"You were terribly close to someone that isn't your boyfriend Renée," he says and my body trembles at the obvious anger in his voice.
Not this shit again.
"Come closer tesoro," he's orders with undeniable authority in his voice and I again shake my head.
"You're scaring me Elijah," I mumble, swallowing the knot in my throat and not moving from my spot.
"Are you ignoring me!?" He shouts and I jump at the sudden noise, shaking my head frantically as get up and stand in front of him.
I hate this. I hate feeling so scared, helpless and turned on?
He pulls me by my waist so that I'm straddling his lap and I gasp at the sudden proximity, instinctively holding onto his shoulders to steady myself.
"Elijah you need to s-stop,"
I say, once again stumbling over my words. He blows a puff of smoke in my face and I srunch my nose up, hearing my heart beating in my ears.
He laughs menacingly at my discomfort and I look away, wanting to either run away or slap him.
"Why should I stop Renée? please tell me," he says and my breathing becomes harsh.
"Elijah you're hurting me," I say as firmly as I can when his grip tightens around my waist.
"I'm going to ask you this one more time Renée and I want you to answer me honestly. Do you understand me?" He asks and I nod my head not wanting to make him angrier than he already is.
"Is. William. Your. Fucking. Boyfriend?" He asks tightening his grip on my waist with every word he speaks and me being the idiot that I am decide to say something to irritate him further.
"What does it matter? you're married to my mother," he grips my jaw roughly and looks me in the eyes.
"Don't test me Renée," he growls, placing the joint in the ash try on top of the table.
"You're drunk Elijah. You need to stop this right now!" I shout faking the bravery I'm in no way feeling.
He buries his head in the crook of my neck and begins to place kisses on my jugular making my body instantly hot.
"What are you doing? S-stop."
"I haven't done anything....yet," he says continuing his assault on my neck, making my body tremble. My nose is surrounded by his leather and oranges scent but this time it's mixed with nicotine and whiskey maybe? I can't help but inhale the aroma, even though it's bad for my asthma.
"Elijah stop!" I say trying to put authority into the demand but it comes out weak and breathy.
"I don't think you want me to stop Renée," he says nibbling on my ear and my grip tightens on his shoulders, my nails practically digging into his back.
"I want you Renée. I want you right now........ right here on this sofa," he says in a husky voice, sucking on the skin below my ears. A pulling feeling erupts in my stomach and I feel myself wetting my panties as a strong need fills every part of my body.
"Oh god," I mutter, burying my face into his neck trying to regain my sanity.
What the hell is happening to me!
"I want you Mia Vita, but I can't have you," he says breathing heavily. "I want you to stand up and go to your room," he says through his teeth, sounding as if it physically hurts to get the words past his lips.
"Elijah please," I beg, surprising myself as the words leave my lips.
What the hell
I don't even know what I'm
begging him for.
"Renée fück!" He exclaims and I feel him harden against my thighs. I look up at him with wide eyes to see him clenching his jaw. He moves his hands from my body and forms them into fists.
"Renée go to your room right now and lock the fücking door. Do it now baby or else I'm going to take you on this sofa and I won't regret it"
I nod my head fighting every nerve in my body begging me to stay as I get off Elijah's lap and head to my room.
Things are really starting to heat up between Elijah and Renée 😏
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