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)
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 me his.
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.”
“Fuck baby,” he groans.
“You feel so good. Your big dick is heaven. Fuck me deep and make me your dirty girl, please, Liam don’t stop.”
He growls and goes faster, grabbing my hair in a fist. “When did you get such a dirty mouth?”
“When you shoved your dick between my lips.”
“Oh fuck,” he whispers. “Baby, I’m going to come. You fucking dirty girl with your bratty filthy fucking mouth—“
“Keep going!”
I arch, pushing back, as the world tilts—
And I shatter all over his cock.
He moans and his warmth floods me. I come and come, and his ropes fill me to the brim, and we’re a tangle of body and blood and cum, everything good, everything real. He slams his mouth to mine when he’s done, kissing me hard. I grab his dick, rubbing my hands around his tip, and pull back, hips pressed out, breasts pooling, and lick my hands clean.
“I’ve never seen anything more perfect before in my life,” he whispers, voice thick with reverence.
“You don’t think it’s weird?”
“Not at all, love.”
“Good.” I kiss him, pulling him to me. “Does this mean you’ll stay to have breakfast?”
He lifts my chin to him and kisses me. “I’m going to do anything you want, love.”
“Good.” I lean my face to his chest and breathe him in. “That’s good. All mine.”
I feel perfect. A steady, heavy calm lowers around my shoulders. This is my safe place. Right here in his arms.
It lasts until his phone rings and rings, goes to voicemail, and starts ringing again.
With a frustrated curse, he storms over and answers. “What the fuck—“ Silence. His brow furrows. “Yeah? Right now? Alright, see you soon.”
Disappointment bubbles in my stomach. “Who was that?”
“Finn.” He tosses the phone to the couch. “I’m sorry. Can we have breakfast later?”
“It won’t be breakfast by the time you come home.”
“Probably not. Lunch then.”
I chew my lip. Is this how it’ll always be? Second place to his work?
“Lunch will be good.”
He hurries into our bedroom. The shower starts. I grab a robe and wrap myself.
By the time I’m spooning yogurt into a bowl, he’s already gone.
And he never answered any of my questions.
CHAPTER 24
LIAM
The crowd makes me restless. It’s after midnight at a quiet dive in a neighborhood I usually avoid. I keep my head down, shoulders hunched, in muted clothes that won’t grab attention, avoiding my usual suit and decent shoes. Instead, today I look like a construction worker, in jeans, a camo hoodie, and filthy boots, my beard untrimmed over the last few days, my hair shaggy and left purposefully messy.
Everyone ignores me, which is perfect. I sip my beer, occasionally checking my phone for texts, but there’s nothing new. I’m not anxious, exactly, but I’m definitely thinking about my next steps.
Like whether I’ll get bloody tonight or not.
I should’ve stopped home earlier today. Guilt flutters in my toes but I push it away. Regan knows this life, she understands what I’m doing is important. I mentioned lunch, but that didn’t happen. I’ll make it up to her later.
This is what happens when I get tangled in relationships.
I need to keep my word. When I make a promise, I keep it, even if that means getting hurt in the process. But the fewer entanglements I have, the less likely it is that I’ll have to go back on something I said. Keep myself easy and free, that’s how it’s always been.