Page 151 of Devilish Ink

“Iwantit to hurt.”

Liam’s eyes widened. “But—”

“Choke me,” I demanded. “Fuck me. Make me yours.Claimme.”

For a long moment Liam just stared at me. Dread collected inmy stomach. Oh God. He was disgusted by me. He would never be able to fuck me the way we used to fuck.

Balor had ruined us.

Then he moved so fast I didn’t see it coming. His hand closed around my throat, stealing my breath.

At once my world stilled. Everything except him and me fell away.Yes.

“You are mine in every way,” he growled as he pushed me back onto the leather.

“This body—this beautiful fucking body—ismine.”

I let out a whimper as he slid his hand down my body, firmly, like he was taking back every inch of my skin for me. It stung as he brushed over the new tattoos but I didn’t care, the pain added to the pleasure his callused hands gave me.

“Your breath—your fuckinglife—ismine.”

His hand squeezed around my neck as if to make a point.

I let out a groan as need gripped my body, as I rocked my hips forward on the leather, begging for him to touch me.

“Look at this fucking perfect pussy, weeping for me.”

He parted my folds and dove down with his tongue, licking up the wetness dripping from me, using both of his hands now to hold my legs open wide for him. I felt so exposed but it made me ache for more.

“So fucking sweet. And every drop ismine.

Tingles spread all over my body and my back arched off the leather as he lapped at me.

“Touch your beautiful body while I eat this sweet cunt,” he said, his voice rumbling against my folds. “Good girl. Play with those perfect tits.”

I did as he commanded, running my hands over sensitive skin, over my aching nipples, claiming my body back as Liam reclaimed my pussy for me.

The pleasure began to build and I tugged at his hair, as I rocked my hips onto his face.

His hand came down flat on my clit and the burst of pain radiated through me before pleasure swept after it.

“So impatient,” he reprimanded.

I let out a moan.

“Please,” I begged. “Fuck me.”

He chuckled. “Some other time, I’m going to tie you down and tease you for so long that you’ll be crying for me to put you out of your misery.”

My heart skittered at his words. My clit throbbed at his promise.

Yes, piece by piece he’d reclaim all of it back for me.

“But not today,” he said, standing and positioning his hard cock at my entrance. “Today, I can’t fucking wait to be back inside you.”

His palm encircled my throat. He used that grip to hold me in place as he pushed his cock inside of me.

Pleasure welled up from the depths of me at the way he stretched me. Our twin groans echoed through the empty studio. His hand tightened around my throat, as he fucked me, hard, my breasts bounced with each thrust.

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