Page 161 of Loving the Liar

“Breathe. Daddy knows best, and you’re going to listen, aren’t you?”

I try to, but I was so close to coming, I could cry. I don’t want to cry any more today.

“Breathe, calm down, and I’ll fuck you again.”

I do my best to take a breath through my nose and release it through my mouth.

“Good girl.” The tip of his dick pushing inside me accompanies his words, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

He goes slowly this time, rolling his hips with a perfect, sensual rhythm mixed with power. It’s not long until I’m squirming under him again, and the closer I get, the slower he goes, until he stops completely.

“Oh my god, please.”

“We’ll get there, don’t worry. Settle down.” He slaps my ass cheeks, one after the other, and I grunt into the pillow.

Then he grabs my hips and flips me over, forcing me legs around his waist. Pushing inside me again, he looks into my eyes as he takes me to the edge, pulling out until I relax. And again, staying deep inside me until I’m attempting to move back against him.

“Daddy,” I whine.

“What a beautiful girl,” he pants, thrusting in and out of me. “Keep looking at me. There you go. Are you going to come for me, baby? Are you all mine now?”

“Yes…yes.” I’m losing my sanity at the idea of finally being able to give my body the release it needs.

“Show me how beautiful you are when you come. Make sure you keep your eyes on me.”

“Fuck!” I scream, bringing my hand to my lips to bite into my plan, my other fists the sheet as I push hard against him.

Wrapping a hand around my wrist, he pulls my arm away from my face, pinning it to the bed. He thrusts without mercy until I hear him reach his peak, folded over my body and grunting in my ear. I feel his pounding heart against my chest as he stays like this for a minute. I revel in it.

He only pulls away to dig his whiskey eyes in mine.

“Ella,” he rasps. “Everything is going to be okay. You have my word. I love you.”

My eyes flutter shut, and my heart skips several beats from all those butterflies taking so much space in my body.

Why does his word mean so much to me? Maybe because he always keeps his promises.

He promised to make me his again, no matter what, and he did.

He promised he’d always protect me, and he did.

And if he promises everything is going to be okay…then maybe it will?

We both lie in bed after he runs to the bathroom and brings back a cloth to clean me up. My head is on his chest since I can’t get enough of hearing his heartbeat, and I look into the rest of the room when I say,

“I don’t want to marry you.”

He brings his hand to my hair, caressing me while he takes a few seconds before answering.

“There will be no wedding until you’re ready. We don’t need to be married, but you will be promised to me in front of the Circle. You will get a Hera’s necklace from me, and you will put a new signet ring on my finger.”

“I hate the Circle,” I murmur.

“Me too. But it’s better to be part of it than not. It offers more protection.”

My eyes are heavy, but I feel him move under me. “You need water,” he says as he gets up. “I’ll get some for you. I also have to make a quick call to my mom. I haven’t had time to get news from my dad today.”

He grabs a pair of boxers, and I ogle his perfect ass as he walks out of the room. Once he’s left, my eyes catch the clothes on the chair next to the door. The pants of his suit are hanging from the back of it, and curiosity gets the best of me. For months, I’ve been wondering what he keeps in his pocket, and I finally get to have a look.

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