And then…the sound of voices echoes from the entrance below us. Muffled since we’re closer to the opposite end of the shelves. But the railing overlooking the main area is still within sight.
“Oh, God!” I gasp and reach for my dress…
…until Liam smacks my hands away. “Oh, I’m not finished with ya yet, Darlin’. Here…” He takes a fistful of hair, tugs it back, and places a small but thicker book against my lips. “Bite into this.”
Shock jolts through me. “Liam, that’s a-a Bible!”
He smiles, his eyes dancing with a wicked light. “Aye, Luv. Now bite down and get ready for a religious experience. I’m about to make you see God.”
“Liam, they—what if they come up here?” I whisper-hiss…“What if they see?”
“Then they’ll be mighty jealous, so they will. They’ll spend the rest of their lives wishin’ they were us—wishin’ they could feel even a tenth of the heat burnin’ through you right now.”
Deep inhale. Deep exhale. I bite down on the Bible.
His words send a mad fever radiating through me. It’s nothing compared to the next belt thwack on my right cheek. Between each of the blows, he kisses the smoldering skin, soothing the flesh with his tongue. For some reason, the strikes of his hands seem to inflame it more. Maybe because he grips each cheek after.
My breath is crazed, but I don’t let go of the Bible, certain I’m leaving teeth marks in the leather.
Laughter resounds, a little closer now, but whoever it is doesn’t head up the stairs. Yet.
And then, he trails the leather along my pussy and gives the folds a light slap. I flinch, and a shriek gets lost somewhere in the pages.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me. What do ya think, Luv? Want another go? See if I can make you squirt. Tap once for no, twice for yes.”
I feel a little feisty. So, I tap once, twice, three times.
“Ahh…” he coos against my hot bottom. “Want some praise and degradation while I take my belt to your filthy, naughty pussy?”
I tap twice.
He spanks my pussy again, licking the inflamed flesh every time, each slap sounding wetter than the last. After the fifth slap, he tosses the leather, getting between my legs until his head is against the bookshelf and right in line with my pussy.
This is what dark romance feels like.
It’s knowing the villain is the only one cutting you open and putting you back together. And you know you’ll fall for him a million times—as long as he picks you back up again, or even if you fall right into hell with him.
Hot tears stream down my face. My hair clings to my sweaty cheeks. Liam thrusts three fingers in and out of my opening. I’m leaking all over his hand, but he doesn’t care. He kisses my drenched folds and groans against my pussy. The vibration hums through me.
It’s not the only thing I hear. Footsteps coming up the steps have me stiffening, but I remember what he said. Maybe I want someone to be jealous of what he’s doing to me, how he’s driving me crazy.
“You look like a beautiful X-rated goddess, Lexie. Drunk on me, drunk on lust, and the purest freedom which only comes from surrender. And this pussy is so soaked, so goddamn sexy and slutty for me. Now…come for me, Luv.”
His tongue circles my clit in tantalizing licks. He reaches up to capture my heavy breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers.
When his fingers thrust deep, I snap. An outpouring of torrid lust spills down my spine and explodes in my pussy. I’m falling deeper and stronger into the tingling ecstasy, writhing and thrashing and fucking his mouth. More fluids escape, but I don’t squirt. Yet.
One more. One more orgasm. I won’t just squirt. I’m going to die—die from all the little deaths. But if anyone can resurrect me, it would be Liam Donovan.
I can’t hold myself up any longer. I fall over his shoulder, the book dropping from my mouth and thudding on the floor. Liam chuckles, lifting me with ease, sweeping books to the side, and placing my bare bottom on the wood shelf. I twitch from the contact with the sensitive lash marks.
“Almost there, Lexie. Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He peels strands of my hair from my face, tucking them behind my ears.
The voices and laughter get closer. I can tell it’s some drunk girls.
Liam deadpans with me. “They might be comin’ down this way. Your choice now. I will take myself out so you can feel me like you wanted.” He touches the button of his pants, features so masculine, so intent, so…hungry. “I won’t last long, Luv. I’m going to shoot my cum all over that slutty pussy. And if they come down this way, they can watch you squirt for me. Aye or nay?”
It’s more than not wanting to leave him like this. If I say no, if I don’t get to see him, touch him now, oh, God..it’ll be like the worst withdrawal ever. All I want is him inside me. I know it’s not happening here, but hell, I’m going to get him as close as possible.
