“There was a time you wanted me so badly.” My greedy hands run over his muscles that are pulled tight, I grind once more teasing him, he chokes trying to not act affected by me. “You won’t let me touch you and you haven’t kissed me since before.”
Liam snaps his head straight and looks at me through his bottom lashes. “You want me to give intimacy to a woman who fucking lied to me!” His voice is raised and when his body jerks my dagger nips his shoulder. He hisses and I giggle. Seeing his panic turn to rage so quickly is amusing.
The muscle in his jaw tics as he glares at me. I spread my arms out and run my fingernails down his until they meet his chest, pressing deeper I drag them down his torso tearing open his skin. His cock twitches under me and he grunts from the pain as blood begins to swell on his chest.
I lean down, bringing my lips to his ear. “The only thing I lied to you about was my name.” I whisper. “I didn’t give you pieces of myself that you wanted, but that doesn’t make me a liar.”
I reach up and force him to look at me, my lips brush against his. His nose flares as he glares at me. “I tried not to want you as bad as I did, but you saw through that.”
“I watched you torture a man,” Liam rasps. His tongue snakes out to lick his lips and gently glides against mine too.
I smile, ignoring the shudder that goes through my body at the contact. “You mean the same man you killed?”
My eyes dart to where he had cut himself on my dagger, blood pools onto the pillow that is behind him. I run my finger along his wound, then trace it down his face. Liam is panting by the time I reach his mouth and stick my finger inside; he gags when it reaches the back of his throat and I smile. Tears form in the corner of his eyes, and it reminds me of how I looked after he fucked my mouth in his bedroom that night.
I remove my finger and press my hand against his cheek.
His eyes bounce between mine. “Let me go, Malia,” he breathes out in a plea.
There’s hate in his eyes while he looks at me. The fear of the unknown of what I’m going to do to him is clear on his face.
He believes he knows who I am by seeing what I did to the man in the basement. But Liam Brenner doesn’t even know who he is. I tortured that man, he killed him. I killed the ex-agent that he sent into the Bratva for information. Liam sent that man to his death without remorse. We are no different—only our execution.
It might be unorthodox, but I am showing him the broken and depraved pieces of me right now.
“I don’t want to let you go again,” I admit through a whisper. Heavy eyes blink at me while his mouth opens and then closes without responding. All his hate bleeds away. “I was always yours, Liam, and now I’m going to take back what’s mine.”
Liam sucks in a breath, he leans in to kiss me and I pull away. I crawl back down his body to his exposed dick. Precum beads from the top of his swollen tip. Despite his unease and the predicament that he woke up and found himself in, his body reacts to me and that’s exactly what I wanted to see.
Could he see this side of me and still want me?
“Falling in love with me was probably the dumbest thing you’ve ever done in your life, Officer,” is all I say before wrapping my mouth around the head of his cock and my hand around the base.
The flavor of Liam has quickly become one of my favorites. It’s been months since the last time I’ve had him in my mouth, and I groan against the feel of him. He mutters curses as I hollow my cheeks milking him for everything he can offer me.
I need this. I need him.
Thirty Five
Liam
“FUCK,”IHISASMalia works my cock with her mouth.
The room is spinning from whatever drugs she knocked me out with, and my mind is lagging in understanding. My arms and legs are bound to the bed, all by handcuffs like I did to her that first time. My shoulder stings from the knife that’s buried into the headboard beside my face.
I didn’t know her intentions—fuck, I still don’t—but I think she just told me that she was mine and I don’t know how to respond to that.
My dick hits the back of Malia’s throat and I choke when she swallows. My hips buck up the best they can being pulled this tight in every direction. She’s right, I haven’t let her touch me since that night in my bedroom. I haven’t kissed her. I knew that would cloud my mind and I wouldn’t make rational decisions.
Malia Olin makes me irrational.
I bite my lip giving in to the pleasure of her warm mouth and look down when she moans. Those emerald eyes are hooded with need and want as she stares back at me. This hurricane of a woman just admitted that she was mine. Finally verbalizing what I’ve longed to hear from those perfect lifts.
“Malia, let me go,” I plead, hating how desperate I sound. She smiles with my cock in her mouth and swallows me deep once more taking my breath away.
I can feel her saliva on my balls and the need to be buried inside of her is enough to make me feral. My dick has been hard for days and now she’s on her knees taking from me. My legs pull at the bedposts they’re strapped to no avail. The handcuffs tear at my wrists as I try to break the bars in the headboard. I need to touch her, to wrap my hands in her curly black hair and fuck her mouth with more intensity than she’s giving me.
She releases my cock from her mouth with an audiblepopand I groan at the loss of her warmth. My muscles strain and beg for release as much as my dick does. My wrists and ankles ache and bleed from trying to break free.