That makes me laugh, letting the gun drop to my side as I click back on the safety.
“Says the man who can’t decide if he wants kill or conquer the woman who broke his heart.” His hold on my throat loosens and I step back, handing him his weapon. “When pointing toys like that at criminals, make sure to pull the trigger before you end up with a target on your back. No one here will bat an eye at your loss, Officer.”
Liam scoffs, then he smiles, taking the gun from my hand and stuffing it back into his pants.
“That’s another lie,” he grumbles, turning to face the view on the terrace. There’s blood on his lip I missed from the shadow of his longer beard.
My feet are moving before I can stop them and I grab his face, forcing him to look at me.
“Who hurt you?” Liam tugs his jaw out of my hand and turns his back.
“The Omen is protecting me,” Liam mutters into the night sky, ignoring my question. “You knew.”
I had figured out that the original plan to plant me into Liam’s life was a ploy. Dad could easily handle any legal issues with the wave of his wallet. What is it they say? Everyone has a price. One thing I never understood was why he was protecting Liam. Who he was to him and why he mattered so much?
“Don’t flatter yourself and try to give me redeeming qualities that I don’t carry,” I say, walking around to face him. “I’d say you’re quite the masochist. Coming to this ball, seeing me passed from man to man who want me at their side, all for what? Was there something you hoped to find that I’m not capable of?”
Liam’s hand snaps out and grabs my wrist, pulling me in. His free hand snakes around my waist, holding me close. There’s a war in his mind. The need to claim what he’s always thought was his or throw me off the ledge and wipe his hands clean.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Cupcake,” he says, guiding my hand behind his neck. The hardening of his cock becoming more evident the tighter he holds me. My mouth nearly waters at the memory of him filling me. “You planted yourself into my life and fucked with me and I plan to do the same to you.” Once again his hand finds my throat and he walks us to the ledge. My back slams hard into the solid rock that stops right at the middle of my back. “You’re still mine.”
Liam spins me and folds me over the edge. His hand wraps around my hair and tugs my head back while he leans into my ear as I stare hundreds of feet down to my death.
“You see, I have a problem with grudges,” Liam growls, the clear sounds of rustling behind me as he works to free himself. “You’re mine to play with, to fuck with, to…fuck. Because I’m protected—”
I bark out a laugh, cutting him off—my scalp screams at the force he’s holding me.
“If you think I won’t kill you, you’ve got me all wrong.” I chuckle. Liam rolls the back of my dress up, the cold night air biting my bare skin. He teases the head of his cock between my wet lips, I shudder at the touch.
“This pussy is mine to punish.” Liam’s free hand lets go of his cock, he dips two long fingers into my pussy and pulls it out quickly. He forces his fingers between my lips and groans when I open it willingly. My tongue lapping at my arousal. “This is my mouth to punish when it talks back. I’m going to make you regret ever walking into my life, Malia Olin. I’m going to use you and if you want to act like a dirty slut, then I’ll treat you as one. And there’s not a fucking thing you can do about it because I’mprotected.”
Liam removes his fingers from my mouth and lines his cock to my entrance. Keeping his grip on my hair, he lets me fall forward a bit to where I’m dangling off the edge. He slams into me, causing me to shift forward even more, my hands grapple at the ledge looking for purchase, but the only thing keeping me from toppling over is Liam’s hold on me.
My heart hammers in my chest at the thought of falling to my death as this man who walks that thin line between love and hate fucks me brutally from behind. The rough surface of the stone scrapes my bare legs with every strong thrust of Liam’s hips into mine.
The sound of skin slapping together resounds off the rocks from the cliff below and the stone of the mansion walls. Unwelcome tears prick the back of my eyes from Liam’s relentless grip before he releases his hold and moves his hand to my throat.
He presses me forward until my upper body is nearly off the edge completely. His hold on my waist strengthens, my moans come out choppy while he cuts off my airway with his other hand, adding pressure to my throat.
I didn’t get to see what he looked like the last time we fucked, and I can’t see him now that I’m dangling in the air as he brutally fucks me. With each powerful thrust I can feel his rage and I imagine he looks beautiful. Savagely carnal and downright wicked as his madness takes over.
My heartbeat pulses in my eardrums, drowning out his vicious grunts and curses, but I know he’s close. All rhythm lost when he gives into the moment and becomes more erratic. His cock swelling inside of me wanting to hold onto his pleasure even if I only get it out of hate.
A broken cry erupts from me as my body tightens from the orgasm building inside threatening to send me off the ledge…literally. Liam stops his thrusts, pulls me to my feet, spins me, then sits me on the ledge by my throat. He yanks me closer to him, nose flaring and harsh breaths ghost my face while he looks at me with venom.
My overexerted body starving for air, blackness creeping into the edges of my vision as Liam continues cutting off my airway. I blink away the tears collecting in my eyes, and I was right.
He is fucking beautiful and seeing him wrapped in darkness like this is exactly why I don’t fight back. Liam’s jaw is tense, the ticking of his muscle bouncing while he clenches his teeth. I’m barely able to hold onto consciousness much longer, so I let the tears fall down my face and lift my hand to smooth the tension from his face.
When my palm softly lands on his cheek and immediately falls away he releases my neck and I gasp. My starved lungs aching with relief as Liam snatches the hand that fell from his face, wrapping my arm around his neck and repositioning us.
He leans in, trailing his tongue along the shell of my ear and I shudder. Grabbing his hair with a pathetic grip from my weakened body.
“You’re mine to destroy,” he whispers, then bites down on my ear and I groan knowing he drew blood.
Liam punches his hips forward, slamming into me, and continuing his powerful thrusts. I relax my hold on him as he makes good on his word and uses and destroys my body.
It doesn’t take long for me to climb that high again, the feel of him swelling again only to hope he doesn’t stop this time. Pulling back, he locks his ice-cold stare on me and it’s enough to break the dam threatening to spill over.