“Gabriella,” Liam sang my name. He crawled over my body, grasped my wrists, and forced them down. “Don’t you dare fucking hide.”
“How can you look at me?” I choked, squeezing my eyes shut tightly.
“Because, cailín, you just came all over my fucking face.”
He didn’t sound mad.
Oh, dio, was this some kind of urine kink? I grimaced and squinted up at him.
“Youlikedthat?” I whispered.
The devil smirked down at me. “Aye. When a pretty cailíny comes so hard that she squirts, most men wear the evidence as a badge of honor.”
I scrunched up my face in disgust. “Liam, maybe you had too much to drink, but I’ve never heard a man boast that he made his woman pee during oral sex.”
There was a moment’s pause. The second ticked in a loud, heavily packed moment of silence. Then…the most horrible thing happened.
The beast threw back his head and roared with laughter.
I scooted backward, sliding out from behind his thighs. Anger helped temper the shame, but only slightly. “I’m glad you think this is so freaking funny!”
What an asshole! I was never having sex with him again. How could he, scarred and burned, kneel there and mock me for my damaged body?
Liam wiped his eyes with the backs of his hands, breathing hard and grinning like an idiot. But one look at my face made him drop to catch my calves before I could escape him.
Leaning forward, he whispered hotly, “You didn’t pee on me, Gabriella. You came so hard that you shot your arousal out of that tight little pussy and fucking drenched me.”
I opened my mouth, blinked twice, then shut it.
Liam prowled over me, forcing me back down. “Your body is perfect. There’s nothing wrong with you.”
“Really?” I breathed. “It’s…normal?”
“Not common, but completely normal,” he assured me, lowering himself to press his lips against mine. I tasted myself on him. The kiss was barely there. The lightest of brushes. But my scent made me shiver in some primal reaction.Thatwasme, and it drove this beast crazy. “You’re every man’s wet dream, my little bird. But they’ll never know what I know. They’ll never be near enough to catch the scent of your lust. Their ears will bleed before they hear your sweet screams. And only I will taste you. You’re mine, Gabriella. All fucking mine.”
“Okay.” I brushed my fingers back through his hair.
Liam shuddered but didn’t pull away.
“Is there anything else you want to tell me?” he growled, that brogue thickening and lilting words brushing over my skin like fresh flames of fire.
The pleasant buzz in my veins fizzled out. A ghostly wind swept through the room, chilling me to the bone. I wrapped my arms protectively around my chest. How could he ask that? He didn’t kill my father. My mother and sisters were still prisoners. Even if they weren’t, I was not going to tell him what he really wanted to know.
He didn’t blame you for the tracker.
That thought bounced through my mind. Up and down, I couldn’t catch it, properly examine it, with his gaze boring into mine.
He narrowed his eyes. Pulling back, he rose. “You can trust me. But I don’t think you ever will.”
I want to!
The words stopped on my tongue. Like a bite of lemon, sharp and strange, I puckered as they tried to form. I didn’t realize until this moment that this was true. That this was how I felt. I wanted to trust my husband!
But I was scared. Terrified. What if my sins were unforgiveable? He didn’t know how bad I was! As I bit my lip, Liam shook his head and walked away.
Maybe, if anyone understands, it would be a mobster.
Maybe I could trust him with the secrets. They were just words. The truth would set my black little heart free once and for all. But then what? How would he act? I couldn’t predict that, and controlling the masked devil was like commanding the summer storm. It blew whatever way it wanted. For Luca’s safety, I kept my lips sealed.
