“Well, I’m glad you’re finally on the same page,” he murmured. He inched into me this time, withdrawing and pushing back in with careful strokes. “You’ve always been endgame ever since I met you.”
A rough laugh barked from me. “That night, on the street, you didn’t even know it was me.”
“Maybe so.” Dipping his head, he sank his teeth into the sensitive skin of my neck. “But it was meant to be, and I’ll never surrender that.”
“Neither will I,” I promised.
Liam pressed his lips against my throat. “Fucking hell, cailín, your pulse is wild.”
“It’s beating for you,” I confessed softly.
That was all it took to make Liam snap.
He fucked me hard, deep, unrelenting, without mercy. I met each thrust, opening wide to invite him inside. Pressure built to a delirious height. Pleasure crackled through every fiber of my being. My core tightened, and I didn’t resist the urge deep in my belly that my brain still warned me wasn’t natural.
With a scream, I came undone at his hands. Liam pulled out halfway.
How he could see anything in this dim light, I wasn’t sure, but his tight curse told me that his cock, soaked with my arousal, set off some animalistic chain reaction. He buried himself into me over and over, not showing me a drop of mercy.
And the oddest thing happened—the pressure increased again. I hadn’t even come down from the blast of the first orgasm when my muscles tightened, gripping his cock, and pleasure spilled through me with another crash of waves. I was screaming.
Maybe it was in my head. It was hard to tell. Time, place, being—they lost all meaning. There was only this man and his cock. He pushed as deep as he could, his body stilling as he spilled himself into me.
“That’s it. Milk every last drop of cum. Look how fucking greedy your pussy is,” he rasped against my throat.
I pushed his head, forgetting for a moment to be gentle against his scarred skin, but I had to have his mouth on mine. I couldn’t breathe properly until his lips were sealed with my own.
There was nothing gentle about the kiss. We had no more secrets. We were just two people who found one another in the dark, bound our souls together with a vow, and were reduced to nothing but the primal need we brought out in each other. We were both monsters, after all.
***
When we went back to the bed, Storm was curled protectively around Luca’s feet. Liam slid under the covers with his boxers, and I was dressed in pajamas. I lay down on one side, and Liam was already on the other. Sandwiched between us was the dog…and our boy.
Liam said nothing about the dog on the bed.
It made me smirk.
Not that the beast could see it in the dark.
Honestly, I was pretty sure the masked devil fell asleep before me, but it was hard to tell, because I was out within seconds, only to be woken up thirty minutes later by Luca’s hungry cries.
Sleep might now be a luxury, but it was worth it.
I couldn’t stop smiling, grinning at Liam through the muted glow of the tiny lamp the internet said was great for middle of the night feedings.
***
After a disrupted night, we had a slow morning. So slow and so filled with the start of many beautiful memories. We made a new bottle. Liam brought the clothes from the dryer, and we pickedout an outfit. Luca pooped the moment we dressed him, so we had to start the process over again.
It was perfect.
Basking in the blissful feelings, a shock rolled through me upon seeing my sister’s name on the caller ID on my phone. That shock turned into a sickening wave of panic. In the chaos of the last couple days, the situation with my family barely crossed my mind.
I hated to admit it, but now guilt surged through me as their danger and the threats of my father.
“Ela! What is it? Is everyone okay?” I gasped, my hands shaking as I tried to hold the phone.
“Gabriella! Gabby!” Carmela sang out. “Do you still have your passport?”
