Page 79 of Devilish Ink

My hand came down on his cheek with a loud crack. I tore my lips off him and began to fight him.

“Fine.” He scowled and caught my wrists, pulling them behind my back. “Your choice.”

I let out a yelp.

“We do this the hard way.” He pushed me toward the couch, bending me over the back of it.

“Let me go,” I screamed as he held me down and ground his hard cock against my ass.

His hand came down flat on my ass with a smack. I cried out as pain flared through my body before a wave of pleasure replaced it.

“That’s for not letting me explain,” he said.

He smacked me again, the heat multiplying, but so did the pleasure.

“That is for trying to leave me.”

Each smack made my core clench, forcing me to bite back any whimpers.

“That’s for daring to tell me you don’t love me anymore.”

His fist tangled in my hair, yanking my head back before he spanked me again. My moans filled the air as I shuddered.

No. I had to fight against this, against him. I couldn’t betray my best friend.

“Lee—Liam, don’t,” I begged. “I don’t want you.”

“Liar,” he growled, pulling my panties down my hips and running his fingers along my soaking slit. “You’re soaked for me and I’ve barely touched you.”

His fingers circled my clit and a groan bubbled up from deep inside me.

I kicked out hard, my foot catching a lamp and it shattered.

Liam pinned my lower legs down with his knees as he continued to torment my clit.

“Stop,” I cried, even as I pushed back against him.

What was wrong with me? I was so turned on I almost couldn’t stand it. All my arguments flew out the window as my body betrayed me, as my back arched, begging for him to push his fingers inside me.

“You’re going to take every inch of my cock and then tell me you don’t want me.”

I heard the sound of his zipper over my groans, my nipples strained against the thin material of my shirt.

I barely had time to breathe as he thrust his cock into me,impaling me. We let out twin groans as he reached around to hold the front of my neck.

“You can fight me, scream at me,” he growled in my ear, “I’ll still choke and fuck you until you come for me. This is how it’ll always be for us.”

I was at his mercy as he fucked me over the back of the couch. Liam kept my neck in a chokehold, and at times I could barely breathe as I writhed underneath him.

“Take it back,” he demanded. “Tell me you still love me.”

His hand tightened around my throat, his cock punishing my pussy in such a delicious way.

“No,” I choked out, even as my pussy tightened around him as my head spun. God, I was going to come.

He growled and then he fucking stopped moving.

I let out a whimper as my orgasm remained out of reach. I just needed one more thrust. But he held my hips down with his weight, preventing me from getting my satisfaction.

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