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“Say it.”
“I belong to you. Only you, Liam.”
He groans and his lips crash against mine. His kiss is punishing. Claiming.
My orgasm explodes through me before I even register it coming.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it. You come so beautifully for me, don’t you?”
He fucks me through my orgasm and then fills me with his cum with a grunt. His head is pressed against the curve of my neck as he fills me to the brim.
When he pulls away, I feel his cum slipping out of me. Liam watches in awe before he scoops it up and pushes it back in.
“My cum stays inside you.”
I bite down on my bottom lip and nod.
We pull out the flowers tangled in my hair before making our way down the path to the house.
Nothing could ruin this moment for me.
As we near the house, I fall a couple of steps behind Emily. Her eyes fill with sadness for a moment before she pushes the emotion aside. We push through the door and step into the foyer.
Some of the guards eye me as we walk toward the kitchen.
Trying to hide my feelings for Emily is becoming more difficult with each passing day. I’m lucky that Declan is so consumed with his torturing that he hasn’t caught on to us seeing each other.
When Caetlin found me outside the party, she gave me a knowing look before making me follow her to Emily’s room. I wasn’t expecting her to push us toward each other, but she said she knew I was meant for Emily just by looking at me.
I’m not sure what that means but I believe it. Emily is mine.
Entering the kitchen, we’re greeted by Rhys and Declan sitting at the counter while Niall prepares food for them.
Declan eyes me for a second before his gaze flicks to Emily. She averts her eyes and moves toward the refrigerator. Rhyspeers over Declan’s shoulder and shakes his head at me in disapproval.
Shite.
“I just came to see if either of you needed anythin’.” I shove my hands into my pockets and maintain a relaxed pose despite the crackling of anxiety coursing through me.
“How thoughtful of you,” Rhys says with a sarcastic tone.
“Fuck off,” Declan says with a flick of his wrist.
I force myself to avoid looking at Emily before leaving the kitchen.
“Feckin’ eejit.” One of the guards says with a shake of his head.
Fucking Emily outside was clearly a bad fecking idea. I shouldn’t have let lust cloud my thoughts. There’s no telling who all knows now.
I stand with my gun raised at the target in the privately owned shooting range. Once the center of the target is in my crosshairs, I unload the magazine.
My position doesn’t falter in any way from the gun’s recoil. I’ve long since mastered the art of firearms.
I never miss.
Moving in quick, trained movements, I reload the gun and unload the magazine into another target and then another and another.
The gun is hot by the time I finish firing. It lands with a thud when I set it on the table in front of me.
