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I want to respond, but I don’t know what to say.
“But heaven help me, I need to fuck you, Kate. I need it more than I need my next breath.”
I suppose that’s something. It does my ego good to think he’s desperate for me, unable to control himself around me.
He moves, in and out, and I’m a sensation heaven. Every nerve ending in my pussy is firing.
I pulse around him, and he groans. “Fuck, yes…”
I want to see him like this. Giving in to his need. Vulnerable to it. To me.
I push back. He sits back on his heels and pulls me up until I’m straddling his thighs. My weight over him pushes him deeper inside me.
His hands slide up and cup my breasts, tweak my nipples until I’m writhing in a combination of pain and pleasure.
“Liam.” One of his hands moves down my stomach to my apex. His finger flicks over my hard nub. Explosions go off everywhere. My pussy. My head. Every cell in my body. All of it ignites. I cry out as I wildly rock over him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Liam growls like a mantra. He pushes me off him, turning me onto my back as he grips my hips and slides inside me again. “Watch me fuck you, Kate.”
My body is still shuddering from the orgasm, but as he drives into me again, and again, and again, the sparks flicker until I’m gripping the sheets and holding on as another orgasm peaks.
“Yes… come on my cock… oh, fuck…” He throws his head back. The cords of his neck strain. Warmth floods my body. He’s so beautiful at that moment, so raw and real and powerful.
He collapses over me, and I wrap my arms around him like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like two lovers connected by more than sex.
For a moment, he lays there, catching his breath as I rub his back.
His head pops up and he frowns at me. “What are you doing?”
“I’m waiting until you catch your breath.”
“And then what?” He rolls off me and jerkily puts on his clothes.
I have no clue what he’s asking.
“This means nothing, Kate. Don’t go seeing roses and poetry.”
I see the man I don’t like. The one who is full of anger and hate and violence. I feel his words like little stabs in my heart.
But I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that. “No worries, Liam. I understand you’re more of a vodka and violent threats type of man.”
He glances at me, and I think he’s surprised, maybe even hurt by my words.
“I warned you?—”
“I’ve been duly punished.”
For a moment, his gaze holds mine, and I think I see the real him. I know he’s about to say something and it will make everything alright. But the darkness fills his eyes and he goes to the door.
“Follow the fucking rules, Kate. No more warnings.” And then he’s gone.
He said I’d never forget him if I let him touch me. He’s right. I won’t forget how good I felt for this one fleeting moment.
But he should have warned me of the regret.
I surrendered like he asked me too. I thought by doing so, I’d find the man he truly was. That he’d stop working so hard to be the cold, cruel man he thinks he needs to be.
I was wrong. And now I’m lying here naked, feeling like a fool. Feeling naïve and vulnerable. What really hurts is that I’m feeling the way he wants me to. He intends to hurt me. To make me feel small. To make me bend to his will.
