Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
The cool air on my skin does nothing to quell the burning sensation building between my legs. My hips instinctively arch upward, seeking more of the torment, even though I know it will only prolong the agony.
Liam drops his hand from my throat, his chest flush against my back. I hear his erratic breathing, the slow rasp of his zipper, and the rustle of fabric. His hand snakes around my body to grab my breast, kneading it aggressively before pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
A ragged moan spills from my lips. “Please” is lodged in my throat.
“You missed this, didn’t you, Charley? Missed my hands on your body. My breath on your skin.” His fingers glide along my sensitive flesh as he pinches my clit and nipple simultaneously. “You want pain, Charley? You got it.”
A scream tears through me as he tugs my nipple and clit again while sinking his teeth into my neck.
“Stand still.”
I don’t dare move; my eyes are focused on the wall and the rough texture of the brick. Cool air hits my bare ass as Liam exposes me. He lifts my right leg, balancing it on his arm, and the tip of his cock brushes my entrance. My breath hitches in my throat. The anticipation is excruciating. Heat radiates from him as he lowers his lips to my ear, his voice husky and low.
“How many men have been in what belongs to me?”
I sober quickly. His possessive question stalls the lust filling my veins. “Excuse me?”
Smack.
He slaps my bare ass. “How many men have you fucked since me, Charley?”
“How is that any of your business?”
Liam’s chuckle is low and sadistic. “Everything about you is my business. Now, be a good girl and answer my question.”
“I’ve never been very good at being good, Liam.”
A deep throaty laugh before my scalp stings with pain. “Okay, worthless whore it is. Answer the question. I know your slutty cunt is begging to be fucked by me.”
Fiery flames lick over my body. My desire for him is molten lava, poised to burn anything in my vicinity. I’m not sure why his crude words ignite such a blazing inferno, but they do.
“A few.”
“What’s a few, Charley? Three or fifty?”
I sigh as I drop my forehead to the wall. “Why does it matter?”
“It matters because I want to know how often you whored it up.”
Frustration racks me, and I elbow him, forcing him to stumble backward. “Fuck you! How many women did you fuck, Liam? How often did you whore around?”
“A few,” he replies with a laugh-groan. “Around twenty. Could be more. I was drunk a lot.”
I step toward him until his back hits the wall. “Then you need to shut your mouth about the men who fucked what belonged when you had no problem letting other women fuck what belonged to me.”
Liam’s laugh is hollow. “You think I belong to you?”
Gripping his shirt, I rip it down the middle. I smile and point to the tattoo above his heart. “You’re the one with my name on your body. So as far as ownership goes, you belong to me far more than I belong to you.”
CHAPTER 5
Liam
“Too spicy.” I frown, setting the amber-hued tumbler on the pine countertop in the tasting room.
Travis stands behind the bar next to Linda, hip cocked to one side. They’ve set a spread of four whiskey samples before me, each a special Christmas-flavored blend we’re experimenting with.
“I like the vanilla and cinnamon in the first one,” I say. “Keep the others on tap until we’re out but bottle the first one for limited release.”
Linda nods, making notes.
The door opens, and a winter breeze rushes in, bringing Charley with it. She’s even more gorgeous in the morning light than she was last night.
Fuck. Last night. I wanted to fuck her like an animal. And I would have if she hadn’t exposed my tattoo, making me want to scamper off and lick my wounds. She’s right, though; she owns me. She has from the very first moment I saw her.
“Morning,” she whispers, avoiding my eyes as she approaches the counter.
I tilt my head toward her. “Morning.”
It’s not what I want to say. I want to call her my good little whore as I bend her over this counter and fuck her into oblivion until she screams my name. It’s what I’ve always wanted with her; days of laughter and nights of fucking until we’re limp from exhaustion. But I’ve never had what I want when it comes to Charley.
“How’d you sleep, dear?” Linda asks, breaking across my thoughts.
“Great. I was so exhausted, I could’ve slept in the barn and been cozy.”
Linda’s brow furrows. “And where is Penny this morning?”
“Liam arranged for her to have a private riding lesson, apparently.” Charley catches my eye, causing tingles to blast through every nerve ending. “She’s in the horse barn right now, and I think she’s the happiest I’ve ever seen her. Thank you, Liam, for arranging that for her.”