If it was the last thing I did, I would protect that name.
Maybe I wasn’t so honorable after all.
“No. Augustino Renaldi, age 21, buried in St. Vincent’s cemetery last September if you care to check.” I dropped the details like acid.
The truth was supposed to feel freeing.
Speaking about that vile asshole made me want to hurt him all over again. His death had been too quick. Not nearly painful enough to sate the wounds he’d given me.
I reached for the whiskey bottle.
Liam lifted it out of reach, eyes lighting with a dark fire. He tsked and made a motion with two bare fingers.
“On your knees, cailín.”
The velvet of his words made me shiver. And because I was sick of hurting, because I wanted to feel good, I dropped to the ground.
Liam flicked the button on his jeans, pulled down the zipper, and released his thick, straining erection. That cock was a thing of beauty, and my mouth watered in response.
“Rest the tip on your tongue.”
I gave him a wry look but obeyed.
“Open your mouth.”
Holding his cock with two fingers underneath the shaft, he created just the right angle. Only then did he tip the bottle and let the whiskey flow. Most of it fell on the floor, but some slid along his length, past my lips, and down my throat.
It was probably the hottest mess I’d ever made.
“Fucking beautiful,” he rasped, lifting the bottle. “You were never meant to survive me. Now look at you.”
My thighs shifted together. That did nothing to soothe the ache.
I closed my lips over the soft tip and sucked. Survive him? I’d never felt more powerful than on my knees, having him at my mercy.
I sucked harder. Swallowing his length, I moaned. He tasted so good.
Above me, Liam’s breath hitched. He tangled his fist in my hair, held my head in place, and thrust deep into my mouth.
I choked but didn’t stop.
This had never been about survival. Here, living with this masked devil, I had the chance to flourish. I was free. I was safe.
I was freaking obsessed with my husband.
Stroking my tongue against the soft underside of his shaft, I let him use my mouth. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes. I had to draw carefully timed breaths every time he pulled back.
“Enough,” Liam barked and slid his cock out of my mouth.
I dropped forward with a huff. “Liam.”
“Yes, cailín, I’ll give you what you need.” He joined me on the floor and pressed his lips to mine.
It was a fierce kiss. His touch consumed me. Those strong, brutal hands were everywhere at once, ripping at my clothes, while his tongue thrust into my mouth. It was like he was chasing the whiskey’s burn.
I whimpered.
My body shook.
