“To slit your fucking throat,” I whisper.
He chuckles. “And you got jealous and left instead?”
I pull back and smile while dropping my ass on the couch and spreading my legs so he can see all of me. His eyes trail down my naked body and stay glued to my pussy that’s still wet and throbbing for him.
His gaze snaps back up and he quirks an expecting eyebrow.
My legs cross and I bounce my leg in impatience. “I see you’re still delusional.”
“And you’re still a liar,” he volleys with a growl. He reaches out and grabs my hair, pulling me to my feet, and leaning into my face. “Tell me!” he yells, eyes bouncing between mine.
I swallow through the lump in my throat. “I was jealous,” I whisper, my voice sounds so desperate and weak it startles him. Liam pulls back and searches my face; he wasn’t expecting my honesty. “And I don’t fucking share,” I add with more force than my admission.
There’s a moment where relief filters through Liam’s body. After he works through whatever is going through his mind, his ice-blue pools fill with desire.
Liam runs his thumb along my bottom lip but doesn’t capture it. He only stands, watching my mouth with hunger. I don’t know how long we stand like this as he continues to silently war with himself.
Whether it’s for hate or for love, I want this fucking man and I will continue standing here until he’s ready to give me one or the other. My brain is only muddled and confused when he’s not around. Liam is the clarity in all of the confliction of my mind.
Twenty Four
Malia
LIAM’SGRIPTIGHTENSINmy hair as his face drops to my neck, lips brushing against my skin and goosebumps erupt. I whimper a pathetic sound, wishing he’d have devoured my lips instead.
He bites and nips at my neck and jaw; my hands slide under his shirt, and he pushes me back with a growl. I’m taken off guard by his rejection and fall onto the loveseat that’s behind me.
Liam stalks forward, bending at the waist and gripping my waists, hoisting me up and spinning me around until I’m facing away from him. He’s denying me again from looking at him and it pulls at my chest.
He’s chosen to give me hate, to continue to mistrust me, but he’s still offering me a piece of him, and I’ll take every morsel. Liam spreads my legs as far as they will go, and he presses his chest against my back.
“Don’t fucking touch me, Malia,” he growls in my ear.
His dismissal may hurt but his ire makes my pussy clench. The deep rumble in his voice when he’s angry cracks through me like a whip and I groan shamelessly.
He chuckles cruelly behind me, his breath fanning my ear is the worst kind of torture when all I want is his lips on me. His hands travel down my sides greedily feeling my curves so slow it makes me twitch.
“Green has always been my favorite color on you, Cupcake.” He finishes his confession by biting down on my ear, my back arches into him and my hands grip the back of the sofa.
I bite down on my lip, fighting the urge to reach behind me. Liam’s hands meet the curve of my ass and I feel one of his hands lift before he slams it back down on my skin. I cry out from the smack that turns into a groan when he grinds his hard length against me.
“Tell me again,” he grinds out before slapping the same spot once again. A strangled scream comes out as I push back into his erection, and he grunts. His hand snakes around my neck, then he squeezes my throat when I don’t speak.
Liam loosens his grip on my throat, and I gasp for air. “Tell. Me. Again,” he repeats.
My thighs are shaking from how far he has me spread at this angle, my ass cheek stings, and if he doesn’t fuck me soon, I might literally fucking die. Admitting my jealous to him once was hard enough.
His hand comes down on the same spot for the third time and nothing comes out of my mouth except another pathetic whimper.
“I was jealous,” I finally rasp out, I’ll fucking tell him I love him if he’d actually fuck me at this point. “I was jealous that you would want someone other than me.”
It hurts. To be at his mercy and remember that my betrayal led him somewhere else. That he still sees me as his but I’m no longer enough.
Liam rubs the spot where he had been smacking, easing the ache he put there. He hums. “That’s a good girl.” He stops and moves his hand to my pussy, and I suck in a breath. “Fuck, Malia.”
I shudder when he moans my name as he feels my wetness. He slips a finger between my lips and starts finger fucking me slowly.
“I told her it would always be you and slammed the door in her face,” he admits so softly I’m unsure if I’ve heard him clearly. I’m too wrapped up in the feel of him inside me, when he slips in another finger I forget what he said at all.