Page 21 of Don't Date Your Nemesis

Why did he notice? How did he notice?!

I feigned ignorance. “What? No, I⁠—”

“Don’t lie to me, Deepika,” he said, his eyes narrowing at my face.

“I’m not lying!”

He cocked his head and chuckled. It was dark and low, making me clench my thighs. “You wanna play this game?” he asked, gliding his hand over my leg. “Then we can play. I’ll keep making your pretty pussy cum until you forget your own name⁠—”

“I’m sorry, okay?” I snapped. “I didn’t mean to.”

Liam huffed. “Oh, yeah, sure. You didn’t mean to fake an orgasm with me?!”

He said it as if it was an insult. Which, by the way, it probably was. He was a gold champion and an infamous player, so of course, he was competitive as fuck. And by the look on his face, I knew no one had ever faked an orgasm with him.

What the hell was I thinking?

He nudged my leg gently. “Why did you do it?”

Is he pouting?

Liam James… pouting?

I licked my lips and said awkwardly, “Yash… my ex could never make me a-and I thought if I⁠—”

He cut me off. “Well, you thought wrong.” Liam shook his head, the pad of his thumb rubbing circles under my knee was making me feel weird. “Why did you even stay with him? And he never found out that you faked…?”

He trailed off, and I shook my head. I thought about the times when my ex would get his pleasure and leave me unsatisfied on the bed while he snored.

Firm hands grasped my thighs and spread them apart. My eyes widened as Liam leaned in, his nose brushing against the damp lace of my thong. He inhaled deeply, a low, guttural sound vibrating in his throat.

“Now it’s my mission,” he whispered, his voice husky.

“Your mission?”

“To make your pretty cunt cum so many times you forget his name.”

“That’s ambitious.”

“I’m an Olympic gold medalist.” He smirked. “I don’t do anything halfway.”

And then he bit my inner thigh, making me gasp and try to squirm away from him.

“That’s for faking an orgasm with me,” he whispered between my thighs. His pink tongue licked the bite mark, making me whimper before he moved lower to where I pulsed and ached for his touch.

He moved lower, his mouth pressing against the silk of my panties. He blew a hot breath through the fabric, making me shiver, before his tongue lashed out, tracing the slit of my pussy through the lace.

I whimpered, my hands tangling in his blond hair. He did it again, slower this time, until he groaned in frustration. With one violent tug, the lace snapped. He tossed the ruined silk aside and stared at my pussy with raw hunger in his eyes.

“Now, this is for me,” he growled. “Fuck. Look at her… so fucking wet and needy. I’m going to eat her out for my pleasure. Until I’m satisfied.”

And then his mouth was on my pussy.

On my clit.

“Why the fuck do you taste so good?” he growled against my sex.

His hot tongue was a broad, rhythmic muscle that swept over my clit with the same ruthless precision he used to dominate the pool. I sobbed, my head hitting the headboard as he used his thumbs to spread my labia wide, exposing every sensitive nerve to his heat.