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“Arms up,” he instructs, and I lift my arms above my head.

Roughly, he pulls my dress off me, making a guttural noise in his throat when I’m fully naked. I try to lower my arms, but he grabs my wrists with a warning squeeze. When he lets go, I raise my arms again, helplessly stretched out before him like a sacrifice on an altar.

Slowly, he unbuckles his belt, staring at me hungrily as he takes his time. Belt, then jeans, then shirt, then boxer briefs, he peels off every article of clothing as I lie squirming with anticipation. I can feel my pulse throbbing in my swollen clit, and when his thick length springs out at me, I open my mouth wide, eager for the taste of him.

But instead of shoving himself between my lips right away, he swings one leg over my body. His knees press down on the mattress as he straddles my shoulders, almost like he did after he read the confession in my notebook. Except this time, he’s facing away from me. I gasp with the realization, shivering at the pure filthiness of this position, and all the dirty words fill my mind.

As he pushes his cock into my mouth, he lowers his body onto mine, gripping my thighs apart before burying his face in my pussy. I moan, and the sound causes vibrations around his cock. When Liam groans in response, it sends more vibrations through us, these ones straight to my clit. As he licks me in forceful strokes, he starts to thrust in my mouth. I try to take all of him, but he’s too big for me.

The feel of his shaft against my tongue, the earthy taste of his desire for me, the way the head of his cock pounds against my throat—all of it is too much for me. And those are just the sensations in my mouth. Meanwhile, he laps at my pussy, he sucks on my clit and teases his touch at my entrance.

When he plunges his fingers into me, I buck my hips. I can’t help it. It jostles us both, and he growls a warning into my pussy, thrusting himself harder into my mouth, as if in punishment. I moan around him, filled by him, so wholly overwhelmed by Liam O’Sullivan and the pleasure he gives me. He gave me this sewing room, this security, this magnificent life.

I tilt my hips to allow him better access to anything he wants, and his fingers get brutal as he shoves another inside me. I’m stretched too full, my muscles so tense I have to consciously relax. When I do, I feel Liam nudge the head of his cock down my throat. I gag, but he’s already inside, holding himself in place as the muscles of my throat spasm around him. I can barely breathe.

Between my legs, Liam lifts his mouth and withdraws his fingers. I feel suddenly empty, and then he slaps my pussy. Hard.

“Come for me,” he orders, and he sucks my clit again, this time nibbling on my sore bud.

I try to cry out, but with his cock deep in my throat and his fingers shoving forcibly into my pussy, all I can do is let my orgasm crash over me. I feel the hot spurts of Liam’s pleasure down my throat, his cock pulsing as my pussy gushes.

I scream without words, choking and sobbing beneath him while he pistons his fingers mercilessly inside me. When he finally pulls his cock out of my throat, I gasp for air as he continues to work my pussy, my orgasm still rolling through me. My thighs spasm, but he holds them firmly open, continuing to lick me until my aftershocks subside.

I’m weak with sated bliss, and my muscles collapse under Liam’s strength. I pant his name, my jaw sore. I try to lick his softening cock, to suck it back into my mouth, but then he’s getting off the bed. He stands up to turn me away from him, onto my side, then he slides his body behind mine.

He wraps his arms around me, and I breathe deeply, filling my lungs with delicious air, enhancing the salty taste of Liam at the back of my throat. Ever so gently, he strokes my tender nipples as he holds me. He murmurs something into the nape of my neck about how perfect I am, so naughty and good, and another shiver runs down my spine.

It makes him hold me that much tighter.

Chapter 45

Liam

The night before my wedding to Brioni, Mam and Da summon us for a meeting.

Brioni’s nervous. It’s understandable, but she has no reason to be. Mam and Da have always loved her. If anything, they like her more than me. Which is also understandable.

She’s kind and compassionate, everything I’m not. It’s what makes us perfect for each other.

I grip her hand tight as we walk through the pub’s back hallway. When I open the meeting room door for Brioni, Mam stands up to greet her with a hug. It’s a warmer reception than I’ve ever gotten for responding to a summons.

Da doesn’t get up from the head of the table. True to form, he bids me hello with a grunt. And then a generous welcome to Brioni. More affection than I thought he was capable of.

I’m almost jealous of my fiancée, but then I remember. She’s my fiancée. All goodwill toward her belongs to me as well.

When we’re seated, Mam opens with hearty congratulations. She’s excited for our wedding, I realize. In a way she wasn’t for Brady and Cora’s alliance ceremony. And though he’s less expressive about it, Da’s pleased too.

He takes a deep breath before his speech, then proceeds to discuss the importance of this marriage for our family. I take Brioni’s hand in mine above the table. Our fingers laced, I give them a squeeze.

Now that we’re truly committing to each other, Da’s weighty words float around us. There’s no yoke of burden to this obligation. There’s no agony of knowing I’ll never possess Brioni again. She’s mine. For the rest of our lives.

After his speech, Da inclines his head to both of us. Brioni thanks him graciously, then the room goes quiet. Uncomfortably silent. Da’s watching us closely, as if sizing us up. At his right-hand side, Mam’s doing the same thing. They’re evaluating us, and I don’t like it.

Beside me, Brioni fidgets slightly. She feels it too.

Finally, Da speaks again. He trains his eyes on Brioni, but it’s me he’s addressing.

“Liam.” His voice rumbles down the table. “You’ve proved yourself. By taking care of Harrison, you’ve shown that you have what it takes.”