My throat is scratchy and my cry rough and broken as my orgasm crashes through my body. The look of desperation, both love and hate war with each other in his eyes and I shatter. Too weak to fight what I feel, barely able to swallow back a sob when he fills me with his cum.
The throbbing in my ears has died down and I soak in his sounds of pleasure. Liam pulls out of me still half hard and tucks his dick away. I groan at the sudden emptiness, falling forward onto the ground no longer having his body to hold me up.
I pull myself to a sitting position and rest against the wall, hissing at the abrasive stone rubbing against my raw wounds. Liam finishes straightening his clothes and looks up and down my wrecked body. The feral look on his face has me clinching my thighs together ready for him to take me again.
Then he gives me a devious smile and crouches down to my level. I whimper at the sexiness of it, hating how weak he makes me, but loving how I bring out such vicious tendencies this good man is harboring.
“This is my favorite look on you.” Liam reaches out and trails a finger around the knife strapped to my thigh. “Absolutely wrecked and at my feet.”
I could’ve sliced through his throat at any point, but I realized as much as I hate him, I love him too. And I’d gladly hand him my heart and soul to destroy on his mission to ruin me.
This is a god amongst men. Unyielded power vibrates from his core. But I’ll never tell him that, because that is power I’m not willing any man know he has over me.
Eighteen
Nathaniel
“LIAM!”IHEARMYfive-year-old daughter scream in anger.
My best friend stands beside me and chuckles as we watch our kids run around the yard. We had been buried in paperwork in my office that Joey had brought with him with new information on Martinez.
We are no closer to finding his sister than we were before the hours of evidence he threw on my desk. We needed a break and the best way for us to relax is to spend it with our kids.
It does not matter how many men I have tortured in my basement; our kids are not safe until we unravel that fucker and his sex trafficking ring.
His boy, Liam, two years older than my oldest, Malia, spends a lot of time with us lately. Nadya, Joey’s wife, just had their second child and she has been spending a lot of time at home with her.
Liam yells and runs to stand next to his dad, holding onto his pant leg like he is hiding for his life. We both turn to see what he is hiding from, and we both see a mud-covered Malia marching toward us with a wooden baseball bat.
“Oh, fuck,” I mumble under my breath and run a hand down my face.
Joey belts out a laugh when he sees the look of murder on my daughter’s face.
She is going to give me trouble growing up.
Malia stomps her foot. “Get back here!”
“Malia!” I yell, stepping in front of her as she stalks toward us ready to swing.
She stops in front of me and huffs, wet mud drips down her face and her pigtails are stuck to her head. I bite back a smile when she tilts her head and looks at me like I have lost my mind for getting in her way.
“He pushed me in the mud,” she argues with a growl, which is no more threatening than a kitten.
“So, that warrants you beating him with a bat?” I volley, raising a questioning brow.
She smiles and nods proudly. “Absolutely, Daddy.”
“She called me a bad word, so I pushed her,” Liam says, stepping next to me and looking at me like with pleading eyes like I am going to save him.
This boy asked me if he could marry her a few weeks ago, I wonder if that has changed. I chuckle lightly to myself, reaching out and plucking the bat from my daughter’s hands.
It feels good to have the wood in my hands, I let my arm fall with it by my side, strengthening my grip because I missed the feeling. Joey and I played baseball throughout high school when everything seemed normal. When I thought I had a choice in the life that I led.
“I just thought of a few more,” Malia quips.
I sigh. Whose five-year-old talks and acts like this? “Care to share this word, Malia?”
“Dick!” I hear from another tiny voice as my four-year-old runs toward us in an outfit that looks like two different costumes put together.