“Never. Not once. But last night, I missed a knife because I was too busy worrying aboutyou.”
“About me?! But I was at my dad’s place… I was safe…” I struggle against him, but his body pins me harder. His breath is warm against my neck as his mouth roughly finds my throat. “Liam…” I whimper his name, a thrill running between my legs.
What the hell is happening right now?
“I was thinking about whatmighthappen… which is even worse…”
“Please… I wanted… to talk about Luke…”
“Fuck your brother. He's not your responsibility. Don’t you see that yet? He doesn’t want you to look out for him anymore.”
I grunt, twisting, but he grips my hair. I gasp, mouth open, and he crushes his lips to mine. I curse into the kiss, calling him a bastard, a piece of shit, but he devours me. I tumble into the taste of him despite myself, mint, bourbon, blood and honey, sweet and iron sharp. I hate it, hate how much he makes me lose myself, but I also crave it.
I want to fall. I want to tumble and careen and lose my grip on reality.
He’s my only way out.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he growls as he roughly rips up my thin t-shirt. I’m not wearing anything underneath. I was in bed twenty minutes ago. His palms grip my breasts and his lipsfind my nipples, sucking them hard. I pull at his hair but that only makes him groan and bite down.
“Fuck, Liam.” I arch into him. His hand grabs my ass and yanks at my shorts. “Here I was, worried?—“
“You don’t have to worry about me, love.” He wrenches my arms behind my back. One of his big hands easily encompasses both my thin wrists. He drops to his knees, keeping my hands in place, pulling back to make sure I’m against the window as he uses his other hand to get my panties off. “No, I’m cursed to do all the fucking worrying for both of us.”
This is when I should saystop.I should sayno, please, don’t,but instead I moan his name as his mouth latches on to my pussy, and I wonder, if I married a monster and liked it, does that make me a monster too?
I don’t know what I am anymore, but I’m sure of one thing.
I like him right where he is.
Down on his knees, the sunlight filtering through his hair, as his mouth sloppily and greedily sucks and licks my pussy, tongue doing its filthy job. He moans as he does it, his other hand reaching down between his legs. He fists his cock through his pants, stroking himself.
I’ve never seen anything more glorious.
A massive, wounded, angry man, beautiful as sin, sucking and licking my pussy, keeping me pinned and under control, touching himself because he can’t help it. He wants me so badly he’s behaving like an animal.
And I love it.
I grind against his mouth. His stubble tickles and I push harder, whimpering his name.
“Greedy girl, such a lovely greedy girl,” he moans, sucking my clit. “You taste so damn good baby. I wish you could taste it too. Maybe when I’m done I’ll make you lick yourself from my cock. Would you like that?”
“Liam, god, yes, keep going.”
“You want to come, don’t you?” He licks faster, teasing. “God, you’re so beautiful, Regan. I dreamed of your corpse, bullet-torn, bloodied, and it fucking killed me. I couldn’t sleep. I have to taste you, love, have to feel you?—“
He gets up in a frenzy. He rips off his pants, his boxer briefs. One hand grabs my throat as he slams his mouth to mine, still pinning me against the glass. His cock pushes on my belly and he’s so hard it’s iron. I grind into him, moaning, choking from the pressure on my neck. His mouth pulls back, gasping, and then turns me around roughly, tip grazing up and down my slit from behind.
“I have to feel you,” he says, voice shaking as he slides himself inside.
Fuck, it’s so good. I arch, taking more, and more, as he sinks deeper and deeper. I’m spread, fucked, filled to the brim, brain aching and mind racing with how much I want him to ruin me. I want him to fuck me, make me bad, make me good, make mehis.
Liam drives deeper, grinding and fucking, making animalistic snarls as he bites my shoulder and thrusts harder. His hips smack my ass in a toe-curling rhythm, his moans of desire ringing in my ears. “Fuck, Regan, love, I’m going to come inside of you, you feel so fucking good. I can barely control myself.”
The big monster is so terrifying—except for when he sinks between my legs.
I grind back into him, bucking and moaning. My hands press flat against the glass. He holds my tits, thrusting and slamming into me, and we’re fucking in a wild frenzy, a mindless and greedy knot of need and want and everything building between us.
“Fuck me, Liam, please,” I moan, and I hardly recognize the girl saying it. I didn’t know I could talk like that and decide to lose myself to the moment. “Fill me with your big dick. God, break me, Liam,please.”
