Liam had to bite back a laugh. She’d probably never spit in her life, likely even refused to do it for the dentist. Well, she did spit after a blow job.
He smirked. “You’re doing fine. Yes… Now put it in your cunt.”
Gwyneth looked even more hesitant. “Really, I don’t think—”
“I didn’t ask you to think. I asked you to fuck that. To please me. All you’re doing is flapping your gums. How is that submission?”
She swallowed hard as she lowered the dildo to her opening. She wasn’t nearly wet enough to even try. Of course Gwyneth wasn’t aroused. What got her hot was being adored. She enjoyed that far more than actual sex.
As the silicone phallus touched her folds, the tip of it seemed to eclipse most of her pussy. A glance told him that she’d have to defy the laws of physics to make this fit.
Wearing a look of concentration, she pushed a little. Then a bit harder, shifting in her seat and wriggling, before wincing.
“Keep going. Shove that in your wee hole. Stretch it. Make it burn for me,” he encouraged.
She dropped the dildo to her side with a frustrated sigh. “Liam, shut up. You must know it won’t fit.”
“Shut up, is it? That doesn’t sound submissive at all,” he scolded.
She glowered at him, then tried to fix her expression. “What’s so wrong with normal sex? Let’s reconnect before we try dirty and deviant. I want to touch your skin, hold you close, feel you inside me. Maybe we can make another baby.”
Liam cringed, then tried to recover. “Are you safewording out, then?”
Gwyneth huffed. “Stop with these silly games. Honestly, bark like a dog? Do you really find that arousing?”
“No.” He grinned. “I’ve never engaged in that particular kink in my life. But watching you try amused the hell out of me. How does your ass feel, by the way?”
“This was all a…game to you?” She gaped.
He just smiled. “You kept calling it one, so…”
Her face flashed red as she ground her teeth together and screeched. “You bastard! You heartless, cruel—”
“You’ve yanked my chain all day. Consider this quid pro quo.”
“I didn’t humiliate you!”
“Two years ago you did. Today, you’ve disrupted my whole life. I’m on to you.” He leaned over her chair and wrapped his hands around the back, mostly to prevent himself from strangling her, and hovered right above her face. “I don’t think Kyle is my son. I’m not even convinced he’s your son. You don’t care for him properly, and you don’t give a shit about his welfare. The DNA swab in my pocket will prove that by tomorrow.”
“You took the sample without my permission?” Her face distorted in horror.
“I had your permission. You also gave me several excuses why I should wait. I simply chose not to.”
She closed her eyes and clenched her jaw, then seemed to swallow down her anger. “Never mind. Darling, you and I share a more sophisticated love than these foolish games imply. Let’s rekindle it. Carry me to the sofa, and we’ll make love like we used to. I miss—”
“Shut up and listen.” He gritted his teeth. “We don’t share a ‘sophisticated love.’ We don’t share anything at all. I don’t care what you do, where you go, who you fuck, or how you choose to live. There is no you and I, Gwyneth, and there never will be again.” He tugged on her hair and glared into her face. “And for the record, even if I’d been without sex for a century and you were the last woman on earth, I wouldn’t touch you again. Ever.”
She paled for a moment before her eyes blazed with indignation and a terrible fury. “How dare you! You can’t treat me like I’m less important than your gutter-fed whore. I am an aristocrat, damn it! Fourteen generations of Sinclairs have reigned with kings and married royalty.”
“Why did you come, Gwyneth? Why did you go to the trouble of borrowing a baby and flying halfway around the world? Why do you want me back? It must be pretty damn important.”
Her face closed up. “I’ve told you. You’ve chosen not to believe me.”
Liam would have liked a real answer to his question, but it wasn’t worth spending more time in her company to find out. “I never will.”
Then he left, not looking back.
Raine parked in a visitor’s spot in the parking lot at Beck’s condo complex and cut off her little sedan’s engine. She glanced at her phone and grimaced. The line at the post office had been stupidly long and slow. The dry cleaners had taken twenty minutes just finding Liam’s and Hammer’s things. And she’d dithered too long over lingerie for tonight.
She’d been texting Hammer off and on all afternoon. He’d grumbled that they didn’t have his favorite sandwich fixings for lunch, so she’d also grabbed fresh subs for the men. He and Liam, who had missed breakfast, must both be hungry. She’d have to scratch groceries off her list for today or she’d be late for dinner. Just this last stop and then she’d be with them for a hopefully peaceful evening.