Page 171 of Somebody's Watching Me
“Excuse me?”
Liam bit down on his bottom lip, the yearning and desire in his gaze sweeping over her naked form. “This never gets old. I could see you like this a million times, and it will never be enough.” His eyes slowly lifted, meeting hers finally. “Are you ready?”
“I’m standing here naked, aren’t I?” Back straight and scowl in place, she didn’t care for the way he was toying with her. “But are you even interested in us trying to work through this or are you just fucking with my head?”
Yanked against his chest by his firm grip on her bare ass, she gasped. “Who wouldn’t want this?” He massaged the flesh in his hands roughly. “Who wouldn’t want what was rightfully theirs?”
Reaching between them, she caressed the hardness pressing into her stomach. His eyes shuttered as her palm worked at creating friction. “But can you love me again?”
“Loving you is easy.” He shifted his hips, seeking more pressure from her hand. “But I meant what I said last night. There’s an equal amount of anger with it now, and I plan on emptying it into you.”
“I can take it.”
His mouth slammed down on hers. It was as if he couldn’t wait another second, and it happened so fast that she could only latch onto his shirt for balance while he ravaged her with long, powerful strokes of his tongue.
The hand on her ass dipped lower, curving in just the right way to explore the flesh under her thong. “You’re going to be good and do what I want?”
Seeking his lips, she tried to continue kissing him, but he wasn’t about to have any of that. Seizing her chin, he applied pressure until she stilled. “Answer me.”
“Yes.”
“That’s my girl,” he breathed. “Now, get on your fucking knees.”
She didn’t hesitate this time and sank down to rest on the plush carpet. “Is this how you want me?”
“Hmm, not exactly.” Backing away slowly, he shot her an arrogant smirk. “Crawl to me.”
He reached the two-seater kitchen table at the other end of the room and pulled out a chair to sit.
“Um.” Heart hammering in her chest, she wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly. “What?”
Propping his elbow on the arm of the chair, he rested his chin on his hand and continued to smirk over how unsure she seemed. “Crawl.”
“Is this about Michael?” she huffed.
“If this was about Sinclair, I’d take you next door to fuck in front of all the cameras planted there.” His smile deepened into something wicked and cruel. “Actually, we might do that next. Rowan says the setup is some of the best quality out there, and I wouldn’t mind Sinclair seeing you scream my name in high definition.”
She refused to be excited by what he was saying. “You’re so petty, William.”
“I’malso impatient.”
Moving to her hands and knees, she flipped her hair over one shoulder and gauged the distance between them. It wasn’t long, but perhaps she could make her groveling look enticing enough that he would meet her halfway.
“Any smart woman would ask herself,” she began her trek with a slow glide forward, “what do I get when I reach you?”
“My cock in your mouth.”
She increased her speed, but not by much. Two could play this game. “I’ve missed the way that feels. The stretch, the burn, the way you fill my throat.”
“Good to know because I plan on gagging you with it.”
“Promise?”
He shifted forward, watching her intently as she made her way to him. “Oh, I so fucking promise.”
This little act of submission was more of a turn on than expected, and reaching him, she sat back on her knees. Spine straight and hands in her lap, waiting for the next order.
“I’m surprised you did that so well.” Cradling her jaw, he ran his thumb across her bottom lip. “You deserve a reward.”
