“We already are.” With those words, he began to move.
Liam thrust into me hard.
My fingers scrambled for purchase on the slippery rug. The grip on my hair never relaxed, which forced my neck back. Every time I moved there was a bite of pain, but the pleasure of him sliding in and out was more than enough to make it better.
“I fecking love how you give yourself to me in the dark,” he growled in my ear. “Don’t worry, little bird, you’ll never have to see me without the mask again.”
“What?” I gasped, brain too hazy from the pleasure he doled out to comprehend his meaning.
“I know I repulse you. That I’m not your idea of a happy ending with kids and a family.” His laugh was rueful. “But you’re mine, Gabriella. And if that means I wear this bleeding mask till the day I die, so be it.”
O, Madonna Santa. No….
Liam was going to think I left because of his physical condition. When I ran, when I made my past my future, he would blame himself. How in the hell did I convince him that it wasn’t true? Little notes in my journal wouldn’t be enough. He was going to think I didn’t want to be with him because he was scarred, when that was the furthest thing from the truth.
There was no fixing that.
The only option was to stay.
But how the hell was I supposed to do that? Even if I stopped torturing myself by going to the park, I would know that a piece of me lived not ten minutes away.
I swallowed a sob and focused on staying upright. My arms began to shake with the exertion, and I couldn’t wrestle properly with the mixture of feelings swirling inside me.
The crack of the door made me gasp in shock. Instantly, his gloved hand clapped over my mouth as his weight pressed along my back.
I tried to scramble to my feet, but Liam was unmovable.
But that didn’t mean he was still.
Oh, hell no! The devil continued tomove.
I remained frozen, on all fours, fucked raw from behind, as two figures ducked inside the office.
“Nico, let me go!” a sweet, southern drawl sniped.
The man let out an annoyed growl. “Fine.”
“Thank you.” A pause. “Why did you bring me up here?”
“I just—I just needed you to myself for a minute.”
His voice sounded…strained.
They were going to catch us! The furniture hid our bodies, but there was enough light from the partially open door that made our hiding spot utterly stupid! Plus! I could see the side of his arm and the leg of the maid.
“I was only talking,” the woman scolded. “To your guests, might I add.”
Something rough collided with something unyielding. A fist to the wall?
“I don’t like the way he was looking at you, Magnolia.”
His voice was definitely strained. And also full of some other emotion.
But I couldn’t freaking focus. Because Liam chose that moment to release my hair and slide his bare fingers against my pussy. The friction from the panties combined with the rough pad of his fingers to create a combination that had me seeing stars.
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from making a sound.
While his movements were shallower, full of a wicked control, Liam continued to fuck me as the mafia prince and the maid had what sounded like a lover’s spat.
