Conquered: She Who Dares Book Two by LP Lovell Read Free Book Online

wine. One bottle is not going to be enough, however expensive it may be. I’ve barely spoken to George about Theo. He knows the basics, but he hasn’t tried to push me on it. That’s what I love about George, he listens when you need him to, but waits for me to talk.
    “So how are you my little chicken?” He asks absentmindedly as we sit on the sofa. The open pizza box is on the coffee table in front of us. George sits with his back against the arm of the sofa, his knees bent casually as he faces me. He asks me the same question every day. It’s his way of saying; do you want to talk about it?
    I shrug. “Standard. No-one tells you how crap break-ups are. That shit should have a warning on the label.” I pick up my glass of wine and take a big gulp.
    He nods. “It is a big old pile of wank.” He runs his hands through his messy blonde hair.
    “Have you ever even been through a break-up George?” I ask through a smile. I can’t remember George ever having an actual relationship as such. He’s like a puppy with a toy. It’s the best thing since sliced bread, and then you squeak a new toy in his face and he simply has to have it. He has the attention span of a gnat. George sits up and pulls off his hoody, revealing his sleeveless vest underneath. His biceps and shoulders are perfectly cut. No wonder George has so many bloody offers. He leans back casually shoving a slice of pizza in his mouth, his arms bulging with the movement. Jesus, I really need to get some.
    “Once.” He says. “His name was Lorenzo. We had five beautiful days together when I went to Sicily on holiday.” I snort. “Hey. It was deep and meaningful.” He smirks. “The boy had a body like fucking god let me tell you.”
    I laugh. “Of course. If there is one thing I can say assuredly babe, it’s that you have excellent taste in men.”
    “I’ll toast to that.” He says. He clinks his glass to mine. “To our exceptional taste in men.”
    “Oh no. I’m going for the ugly ones from now on.” I announce.
    He gasps in mock horror. “No. I will say this for Theo. He’s an arsehole, but he knows how to handle you girl. Normally you intimidate the shit out of any guy that looks your way. I kind of imagine them cowering a little, even as you’re riding them.” He laughs as I hit him.
    “They do not!”
    He tilts his head, grinning. “Come to think of it that’s a little rapey.”
    I roll my eyes. ”You think?”
    “Anyway, my point is that anyone with anything less than the pure unhindered arrogance, and ridiculous good looks of said arsehole, will be eaten alive by you.”
    I sigh. “Maybe you’re right. Rapey it is.”
    George snorts as he laughs. “Just go back to fucking around.” He shrugs. “It worked before.”
    I frown into my glass of wine as though it holds all the answers. “I don’t know if I can. It’s like…he’s broken me.”
    “I’m hoping you mean figuratively rather than physically.” He smirks and raises an eyebrow as he eyes my crotch.
    I laugh and swat at him. “No!”
    “Just checking.” He smiles. “Seriously though babes, you’re not broken. He pulled down your walls, that’s all. You can’t build a wall in a day, it takes time.”
    I nod. “You’re right. Ugh, why do I feel like I got royally fucked over?”
    “If it’s any consolation I don’t think he meant to fuck you over.” I scowl at him. “Damn, down girl.” He laughs. “I’m just saying, I think he probably regrets it.”
    “Yeah well fuck him, and fuck his regrets…and fuck his wondering fucking penis.” I grumble.
    George throws his head back and laughs. “Wow. You have a mouth that would make a sailor proud Lill’s.” He grins wide.
    “I hate him.” I say.
    He nods and feigns an angry face. “We hate him.” He agrees. He opens his arms and I slip between his knee’s, my body side on to his chest. His muscled arms wrap around me, making me feel safe and whole just for a little while. I rest my head against