Page 10 of Vicious Vines

"God, I've missed you," He murmurs into my hair.

"I've missed you too." The whisper falls like a confession from my lips, a sin I’m desperately trying to erase.

“I heard you had some trouble with Victor.”

A frustrated sigh rumbles past my lips before I can stop it. “He’s a nuisance. A kid who thinks having money and gadgets makes him one of us. If he’s smart, he’ll stop trying to play chicken with me.”

Liam's gaze holds mine, intense and searching. "So what are you going to do about him?" he asks casually, but there's an undercurrent of urgency in his question.

"Let's not talk about work," I suggest. "We have better things to focus on right now.”

I can practically feel Liam weighing his next words in his head, trying to decide if they’ll do damage or not. Even though Liam and I are the heads of our families, we usually avoid shop talk. Liam likes to help, despite me telling him over and over again that I don’t need it.

My head nestled into his chest, I feel him take the inhale before he speaks, his words rushing into each other like cars on a collision course they cannot stop. "We should stop hiding, Sloane. We don't need to hide anymore. Your father is gone. You can do what you want."

"It's not that simple and you know it,” I mutter, shaking my head from where it rests against his heart.

"Why not? If we joined our families, you wouldn’t be dealing with punks like Victor." Anger clouds his words, and the harsh bite of them has me looking up into his stony face.

"Listen to me, Liam." My hands press on his chest as I step back, resting against the solid muscle as if that small distance will make the words easier to bear. "If they discover us, it won't just be a feud; it will be an all-out war. Blood will stain the streets of Kingsdale, and it will be on our hands."

"That's your father talking, not the reality we face."

"Can't you see? It's not just about us," I plead, searching his eyes for understanding. "We have responsibilities that reach beyond this... whatever this is between us."

“Whatever this is between us? God, Sloane,” he barks, running a hand down his face. His rage swells like the tide under the full moon and fills the room. "Then what are we doing here?"

I step back, the loss of his warmth leaving me exposed, vulnerable. We’ve had this argument so many times, danced around the issue of our relationship and our desires that pull us together and then tear us apart.

Liam’s arms open wide, desperation clear on his face. "Why do we keep coming back to each other if you're just going to push me away?"

"Because I can't help it," I sigh. The admission feels like an anchor I can’t escape, pulling me down to my demise. "Even though I shouldn't, I want you. But wanting isn't enough to change the world we live in."

A heavy silence settles over us, filled with the weight of unspoken truths and the echo of hearts breaking. We are two souls caught in the crossfire of duty and desire, and as much as I wish it weren't so, I know that some fires are destined to burn everything in their path—including us.

The chilly winter air of the warehouse wraps around me, but the moment Liam steps closer, the ghostly cold retreats, replaced by the heat that radiates from his body. My breath hitches, betraying my stoic facade. He's the flame, and I'm the moth eternally circling, knowing full well the danger that comes with getting too close.

Liam sighs, stepping into my space. We’ve done this dance a thousand times, and I know that the fight isn’t over, we’ll be back arguing about this again another day. But for now, the white flags are flying in the sky, urging our anger to sink and swirl, shifting into something else entirely.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Liam asks, his voice rough with need as he brushes a lock of blonde hair behind my ear.

The question is a blade to my resolve, an answer I'm not entirely sure I'm ready for, despite the choice he’s offering. Liam is always the chivalrous knight. Not wanting to cross any lines in the sand that I draw.

Liam looks at me with his steel eyes shining in the dim warehouse, a beacon I'll forever follow. I wind my arms around his neck, the same way he's wound around my heart.

"Yes, I'm sure." I whisper before pressing my lips to his, sparking a haze of desire that clouds my senses and fills me with the single-minded purpose of needing Liam.

Large hands move to grip my hips, and I weave my hands up into Liam’s hair, tugging him down towards me. We battle with our kisses, tongues and teeth sparring where words failed us. I know the anger is still there, simmering beneath the surface, but the passions burn so high between Liam and me that anger and desire just fuel each other.

I tug harder on Liam’s hair, pulling him down to the ground where I can straddle his hips and already I feel the hard press of his cock through his jeans. Shifting my hips on top of his, I move until I find the spot I’m searching for and we both moan. The rage has given way to a blazing inferno that is threatening to burn me alive, but I couldn’t care less. My actions become more and more frantic as my blood heats and boils.

Liam snakes an arm around my torso, lifting me up against his chest, and he reaches between us to unzip his pants. A small spark of clarity has me rising to strip, the realization that I can get what I’m after so much better unclothed.

I’m still wrenching my sweater and bra off and over my head when Liam jerks my hips back down to his, immediately sheathing himself in my dripping depths. His hands roam up my waist and help me free my head of the rest of my clothing before palming my breast. Open-mouthed kisses leave a trail from my collarbone up to my lips, where he bites the bottom one gently.

My breath catches as my back arches, and he uses the opportunity to kiss first one breast and then the other, nipping my skin as he goes. I pull my arms down to his shoulders, finding the leverage I need as I begin to grind down on his cock, ratcheting my pleasure even higher.

The sounds of our fucking fill the abandoned warehouse, flesh slapping against flesh echoing along the walls. We stare each other down, lost in our haze of lust, not daring to trust any words that might tumble from our lips.

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