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He lifts his head to say something, but I press my fingers over his lips, not wanting to hear that this is a mistake or whatever he’s planning on saying. He takes my wrist, kissing the inside of it. Once again, I’m in limbo, worried he’s about to change his mind. Instead, he wraps his arm around me and pulls me toward the bed.
Our hands are feverish as we work our clothes off. Liam winces as his shirt comes off, and that’s when I see the bandage.
Guilt rips through me. “I’m sorry?—”
“Don’t.” He pushes me back on the bed, opening me to him. There’s no foreplay. No preamble. He thrusts and is deep inside me. Good. This is exactly what I need right now.
He stills, his forehead resting against mine as he pulses with life inside me. He kisses me and then rolls us until I’m over him.
“Take what you want… what you need.”
I’m not sure what he means, but I rise over him, rocking gently, watching his reaction. I want to tell him so much. How glad I am that he’s in my life. How much I appreciate all he’s done to protect me. How from the moment I met him, I felt a part of him, him a part of me. But the words elude me. Or more accurately, I’m afraid the words will drive him away. So instead, I use my body, riding him, touching him, edging closer and closer to climax. Each time I’m nearly there, I stop, not wanting this night to end.
“Make yourself come.” His voice is gravelly with need. “Ride me hard, baby… I want to see you come.”
As much as I want to draw this moment out, I can’t deny him. I start to ride faster, harder until I’m on the precipice. I sink down over his granite hard length that hits something inside me that shoots me off like a rocket. I throw my head back and cry out as pleasure sweeps gloriously through me. Even as the feeling is spectacular, it's bittersweet as I have no illusion that this changes anything for him. Deep down, I know he's going to break my heart again.
14
LIAM
Inearly made it out, but then she asked, Don’t you want me?
That is the problem. I want her. Desperately. The thought of leaving her makes it hard to breathe. So, I do what I shouldn’t. I give in. It’s a fucking rotten thing to do, touch her when I know that I’m going to leave. I’m a selfish bastard to take her one last time.
I sink into her, and it’s like heaven. She's hot and wet, but it’s more than eroticism. It’s like all the broken bits of me fuse back together. She’s the glue that makes me whole. But what’s that rule in science about every action having an equal and opposite reaction? She makes me whole, but in doing so, I break her.
Maybe if I’d been squeaky clean in the FBI, she and I might have had a chance. But my world is dark and gritty and brutal. Hers is light and sunny. I can’t bring her into the dark as that would ruin the parts of her that I love the most. Fuck. Love.
I’m sure Niko, and for sure Donovan, would argue that I should take what I want. They did. Fucking hell, Niko kidnapped Elena while she was standing at the altar to marry someone else. Donovan kidnapped Lucy as well. I have no doubts that Elena and Lucy are with Niko and Donovan by choice, but it started with Niko and Donovan taking what they wanted. I can’t do that to Kate.
Elena and Lucy grew up as Mafia princesses. They know how to navigate this world. Kate has had a crash course in organized crime life, but she still doesn’t truly know what’s involved. And she doesn’t want to live in it.
My injury hurts like a sonofabitch, and I roll us over so she’s on top. It’s stupid, but I think in this position, I’m able to give her control. I’m submitting to her.
She moves over me, and it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. Her eyes watch me, and I don’t hold back what her touch does to me. It’s the least I can give her, considering everything. I let her feel how her touch electrifies me. I moan and growl as her moves make my dick so hard it’s a wonder he doesn’t come out of his skin.
Her tits sway, her nipples pink, hard pebbles that I want to suck, but sitting up will cause too much pain, so I tweak them with my fingers. Each time I do, her pussy squeezes my cock. It’s fucking fantastic.
“Make yourself come.” I need to see the pleasure on her face as she comes. I need to know that she’s had one moment of good in this shitshow of a life she’s had for nearly the last year. “Ride me hard, baby. I want to see you come.”
She lets go, and her body moves like magic. Like she’s a goddess. I’m so not worthy, but I'm an asshole enough to not care at this moment.
I tilt my hips as she sinks down on me again, hitting her deeper, in that one place women love. I know this because she throws her head back, exposing the graceful column on her neck. She cries out, and her pussy tightens around my dick like a vise. I grit my teeth to keep her from pulling me over with her because I don’t want to miss a single moment of her pleasure.
Her breath shudders as she comes down. Her eyes clear as she looks down on me.
She bites her lip. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” How is it possible that I’ve already made her feel bad or uncertain? More proof that I’m not good for her.
“You haven’t finished.”
“That’s not your fault.”
“But if—” She rocks over me, and I groan.
“I’m close, baby. But I wanted to wait. I wanted to see you.”
