Thread: Twisted Romance (annika and google)

RE Twisted Romance ...you can come back to my place... you can sleep this off in the bed and I will take the couch. Lydia raised a sardonic eyebrow. She knew he hadn't gone to the lengths he had in order to let her sleep alone. Again she was pulling away from him and the grip he had on her tiny wrist began to look domineering. Lydia, love... He drew her close, his eyes now blazing with love, a soft smile transforming his features. Dominic cupped her chin with one hand and brushed her tears away with the broad pad of his thumb. Then he went in for the kill. I want to try to put things right between us, I know that you don't quite trust me, I know that I have a temper... but I am not just going to let you throw things away. You mean more to me then anything else in the world and I am not going to let you go without a fight. The drink she had knocked back earlier chose about now to flood her system with a double hit of alcohol. Her greatest Achilles heel where Dominic was concerned lay in just how much she wanted to believe he loved and cared for her. Despite the fact that there was no apology in his carefully worded declaration, Lydia chose to believe that he was sorry for what he had put her through and wanted to change. The grip on her wrist shifted to her hand, interlocking her fingers with his own. Dominic held her gently and then his lips suddenly descended towards her own. Josh's kisses had been ardent and questing, never hard or possessive. Dominic however could convey entirely with the pressure of his lips and intrusion of his tongue just how close he was to ripping Lydia's clothes off and flinging her down on the nearest hard surface. She had missed his kisses and the unapologetic passion in them. Her eyes closed and her lips parted. Lydia's lower spine arched and braced in readiness for the crushing pressure Dominic could inflict when he kissed her, enough to put her on her knees when he chose to. Dominic's lips brushed across her own in the merest echo of a kiss. Lydia was left bereft and bewildered, her own lips puckered in full expectation and welcome. Her eyes sought him out and the disappointment in them was evident for all to see. Just like that, he had made her seal her own fate again. Nobody in that bar would believe that the didn't love and want him now. Not even herself. Now lets go love, you can enjoy a little bath, get some sleep, and when you wake up you can open your gifts. It wasn't exactly a new tactic of his, to throw a small, simple suggestion at Lydia that would get her one step closer to his ulterior motive. Tonight though, she was drunk and emotionally drained, feeling guilty about Josh, apprehensive about Dominic and in zero mood to drink and dance. She was also fresh out of defiance where he was concerned. It had taken everything she had to square up to him and tell him to go back where he came from and it had achieved precisely fuck all. She knew he wouldn't have forgotten it either, the man forgot nothing. She was tired and wanted to leave. She knew there was no hope of her leaving without Dominic, so the simplest and most logical course of action was to go along with him. So she allowed herself to be led by the hand, reverting to the kind of docility that had become as vital as air to her in the time she had been living with Dominic. Lydia knew that the only way she could even begin to appease him was to do exactly as she was told. There was a seductive and entirely fraudulent sense of security in being led by him, in relinquishing her free will. Lydia had even convinced herself that all he was going to do was let her crash at his place. Believing in his hype was another skill she had acquired in their time together. It allowed her to behave like a devoted girlfriend instead of a terrified abuse victim. It allowed her to compartmentalise what happened to her, a skill that was vital if Dominic was to avoid public scrutiny. Lydia didn't even do any of this consciously, it was hardwired in her now.