Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“I saw my brother last night.”
“How’s he doing?”
“Fine. Alive. He said you saved him.”
“Tried to, but he didn’t want to be saved.”
“Still, thank you for doing that.”
Liam’s lips press together, like he’s not sure if he’s happy. “You wanted me to keep him safe.”
“Does that deal still stand? I’m worried about him.”
“He’ll be fine.”
There’s that word again, fine. I have to maintain my composure. “He’s doing something, Liam. I don’t know what, but he’s involved in this war thing that’s happening. With the Baranovs? Vera and Max and Kieren. I don’t know what they want or why this is happening, but Luke’s involved, isn’t he?”
Liam’s jaw ticks. “Everyone’s involved now.”
“What does that mean?”
“It’s war, Regan. Your brother is who he is. What do you want me to do about it?”
“I don’t understand why you’re being such a dick.”
Liam surges to his feet. He’s six-foot-four, bristling with muscle and rage, the nightmare coming to the surface as he comes toward me. I back away, my coffee mug falling from my hands. It hits the floor and clatters away, spilling all over. He doesn’t even hesitate as he pins me back against the huge windows overlooking the city.
“Do you know how many times in my life I fucked up a simple pat down?”
“Liam, stop it.”
“Do you know?”
“I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.”
“Never. Not once. But last night, I missed a knife because I was too busy worrying about you.”
“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 what might happen… 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 lips find 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 say stop. I should say no, 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—“