LIAMGENTLYLIFTSMY chin, demanding my attention. I willingly give it to him, knowing this is where we’re now, and fighting this attraction is a thing of the past.
“Are you alright?”
His voice is almost lost in the music. I furrow my brows, wondering why he would ask how I was, then he rubs my chin where Collins had gripped it.
I can’t offer him words, so I nod and hope that’s enough. Unease filters through my mind as I hold back from leaning into his touch. I hate him for getting under my skin so easily, but I’m also intrigued by the feelings he brings. The genuine care he seems to hold for me that so few actually do.
Then I remember that none of this is real. He doesn’t care for Malia Olin; he cares for Mila Williams. Liam doesn’t look at me and care, knowing who I am under this guise: a psychopath with a hard-on for power. I’m only here to protect him for some reason, and if it’s not from my father, then who?
“I’m not ready to let you walk away yet,” he says, dropping his hand from my chin to the small of my back.
Liam has rarely shown me softness, and I’m not sure how to react to moments like this. Before everything got even more fucked for me, I felt what I thought was love for Caine. But, even then, it was nothing compared to the things I feel right now that I don’t understand.
As much as I want to explore these terrifying and foreign emotions, I already know he hates everything I am, everything my family is, what we stand for and what we represent. With every encounter, I have to remind myself Liam Brenner is my enemy, and none of this is real. At the end of the day, I have a goal, and I can’t let him interfere with that.
“What do you say, Little Warrior?” Liam brings my hand to his mouth and kisses my knuckles gently. “Dance with me?”
My eyes dart to Collins and his cunt, who are watching Liam and me closely. A wide grin stretches across my face, and I intertwine my fingers with Liam’s and pull him toward the dance floor. Don’t have to ask me twice to rub salt into some wounds.
Liam pulls my back flush against his chest, wrapping his hands around my waist and guides my movements.
“Are you done fighting me?” He whispers in my ear, grinding his hardening cock on my ass.
“I’m not a quitter,” I say, pressing back into him further. He groans in my ear, burying his face in my neck.
“I like that about you. That fucking fire and fight.”
Liam kisses along the crook of my shoulder, one of his hands leaving my waist and trailing to my back.
“We’re being watched.”
His hand snakes lower, teasing the hem of my dress.
“And what are you going to do about it?” My voice is breathy in anticipation. Liam parts my legs with a growl, his hand slipping under my dress.
His long fingers slip through my slit, groaning deep in his chest when he feels my wetness. He quickly finds my swollen bud and begins circling, and my head falls back onto his shoulder. Liam’s hips continue to grind against me, keeping our bodies moving to the music as he stealthily finger fucks my pussy from behind.
I bite my lip to hold back the moan crawling up my throat. The only attention I want is those fuckers watching the show and the man who has his fingers buried inside me.
“Open your eyes. Let them see just how beautiful you are when you fall apart for me.”
My eyes fly open; I hadn’t realized I’d closed them. Liam slips two fingers inside, and the moan I had been holding back escapes.
“Such a good girl for me.”
There’s no doubt in my mind that Collins and Mona haven’t caught on to what we’re up to. Liam’s praises in my ear nearly make me come apart. The familiar build of pleasure’s rising to its peak.
Liam grabs my neck, releasing his fingers and spinning me to face him. He lifts my leg, hooking his arm, and holds it at his waist. Reinserting his fingers and circling my needy bud, he watches with a pleased smirk as my body gives into him.
“You’ll look at me when you come,” he demands as my pleasure erupts through my body.
I wrap my arms around him, securing myself before I melt into a puddle on the ground underneath him.
“I can’t have you forgetting who this pussy belongs to.”
Liam captures my mouth, greedily kissing me as he rides me through the finality of my orgasm. He removes his fingers and pulls me closer, deepening our kiss to make one hell of a finale for our audience.
He just put his claim on me in front of Collins. The act is calling to my inner feminist, but I can’t even be mad about it. Liam pulls away, smiling as I blink away the mess he’s left in my mind. Once again, he places his fingers in his mouth and licks them clean, humming his approval. His eyes snap up to where Collins and Mona gape at us, that darkness back in his eyes as he stares down our audience. Liam quickly turns his gaze back on me, lifting my chin.