“You’re doing so well,” I murmur, stroking his lower back with my free hand. Unlike Liam’s degradation, praise falls naturally from my lips. “Taking my fingers so perfectly.”
I position myself behind him, pressing the head of my cock against his slick hole. As I push forward, his tight heat engulfs me inch by inch. I grit my teeth and think of baseball stats to keep from coming immediately.
“God, you feel amazing,” I gasp when I’m fully seated. “So tight and perfect for me.”
Liam pushes back against me impatiently. “Move, damn it.”
I establish a rhythm, slow at first until I’m sure I won’t come immediately. With each thrust, I whisper praise.
“You’re such a good boy, taking me so deep.”
I reach down and feel Liam’s cock twitch at the words, a strand of precum stretching from the tip to the sheets below.
“You like that?” I ask, reaching around to stroke him. “Being called a good boy?”
His only response is a groan as his cock pulses in my hand.
I tighten my grip on Liam’s cock, feeling it throb against my palm as I thrust deeper inside him. The sight of composed, calculating Liam Hayes coming apart underneath me sends a surge of power through my veins.
“That’s it, good boy,” I murmur, my voice rough with need. “You love being filled up, don’t you? All that control you show the world, and here you are, taking my cock like you were made for it.”
Liam’s back arches, a strangled groan escaping him as I hit that perfect spot inside him. His cock leaks steadily over my fingers, hot and slick.
“Fuck, Ryder,” he gasps, pushing back against me desperately.
I increase my pace, driving into him with purpose. “You’re so fucking perfect like this. The way you feel around me, so tight and hot.” My hips snap forward, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. “Such a good boy for me.”
His body shudders at the praise, and I know I’ve found his weakness. Mr. Perfect Control gets off on being told he’s good.
“You’re gonna take all my cum, aren’t you?” I groan, feeling my orgasm building at the base of my spine. “Gonna let me breed this perfect ass?”
“Yes,” Liam hisses, his lawyer’s eloquence reduced to desperate monosyllables. “Fuck yes.”
I stroke him faster, twisting my wrist on the upstroke the way I like it myself. “Be a good boy and come for me. Show me how much you love my cock inside you.”
His entire body tightens, muscles tensing as he hovers on the edge. I drive deeper, angling to hit his prostate with each thrust.
“That’s it. Come while I fill you up.”
With a broken cry, Liam erupts over my hand, his release coating my fingers and the sheets below. His ass clenches around me in rhythmic pulses, and the sensation pushes me over the edge. I slam forward one last time, burying myself to the hilt as my orgasm crashes through me.
“Taking my load so perfectly,” I praise as I empty inside him, my hips jerking with each pulse. “Such a good fucking boy.”
I collapse beside Liam, our bodies slick with sweat, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. Something shifts in my chest as I watch him—his usual mask of cool calculation completely shattered. I did that. Me.
It’s never been like this before. Sex has always been just sex—a physical release, a bit of fun. But with Liam, Cora, and Dominic, it feels like peeling back layers of armor to find something real underneath. That controlled exterior hides a man who craves praise, who melts when called “good boy.” Knowing his secret feels more intimate than being inside him.
And it’s not just physical. I see glimpses of the real Liam—not the shark lawyer or the dominant hunter, but someone with his own fears and desires. Someone who might understand me.
It’s the same with Cora. What started as using her to hurt her father transformed into something I can’t explain. The way she looked at me in the bath, her eyes holding mine as I washed her—there was trust there. Trust that I hadn’t earned but desperately want to. I keep thinking about protecting her from her father, about making her smile, about teaching her that she can be safe and happy.
Dominic’s the only one still fighting this. But I’ve seen how he looks at Cora when he thinks no one notices—tenderly. And I’ve caught the way his eyes follow Liam and me when we touch. He wants this connection too; he’s just too stubborn to admit it.
He’ll come around. The way I see it, we’re all circling the same point, just taking different paths to get there. Dom just needs time to realize that what’s happening between all of us is precious.
27
CORA
