Page 57 of Liar's Heart
“How do you want me?” The words sound rough withlust. Normally, I wouldn’t even bother to ask for confirmation from her, but considering the circumstances, I want to be sure.
Her lips pop off my neck with a tug, only to find their way next to my ear as she whispers, “Inside me.”
I tilt my head farther back to look in her eyes, finding them glossy and dark with need. “Baby… we don’t have any condoms.”
Her plush bottom lip catches between her teeth as she hesitates, giving her request one final reflection before she shakes her head and whispers, “I don't care.”
I scan her face for any sign of doubt and come up short. “You sure?”
“Chances are, I’m not ovulating. We should be okay. And if I’m wrong…” She swallows. “We’ll be okay then too. I’m not ready to change our plans yet, but I am okay with taking a risk with you right now.” One of her hands leaves my neck to rest on my jaw, carefully avoiding my bruises. “Right now, I need my husband to claim me and remind me who my body belongs to. If part of that claiming is you putting a baby in me, then so be it.”
All I can do is stare at her for a minute before I feel like I can manage coherent sentences. Slowly, I slide my hand from her ass up around her stomach, her sternum, before landing at the base of her throat. Gently wrapping my fingers around her neck, I let her feel the weight of my hand collaring her for a moment, feel the control shifting from her to me, and then I pull her into me so I can speak directly into her ear. “I really hope you meant that. Because I need to claim you, and I can't think of a better way to do it than to fill you with my cum over and over again until it takes. Everyone's going to take one look at you and see your round belly and swollen tits and know exactly who you belong to. Whose baby is growing in your belly. Who's going to keep breeding you like a prized mare because I can't stay out of your perfect fucking cunt long enough to stop.”
I can feel her panting under my palm, feel the slight squirm she can't contain. My other hand moves between her legs, cupping her pussy. “This is mine,” I growl. “Mine to do with as I please. But I think she likes it that way.”
Parting her lips, I tease her folds before dipping inside her with a finger. She's absolutely soaked, nearly dripping, and we've barely begun. I let out a low chuckle. “Yeah,” I taunt, “she does.”
Sliding out, I make my way to her clit. She gasps when I make contact with the sensitive bundle of nerves, torn between melting and tensing, when I take the finger that was inside her and use her own cum to slick her skin. I trace teasing circles, feeling her firm little clit swell as I barely make contact, seeing how close I can get to it without actually touching. “And this little slut button,” I say, giving her a quick pass directly over where she aches for my touch most, making her gasp. “Well, we already know she’ll do anything I say. Give me anything at all as long as I give her a crumb of attention every once in a while. Isn't that right?”
I don't pull back to watch her respond, but the gasped, hoarse “Yes, sir” she lets out sounds so fucking pretty.
“Do you want the shower or bedroom?” I ask.
“Bedroom” is her whimpered response.
I release her from my hold, enjoying the flush spread across her skin from desire as much as the shower’s heat. Turning the water off, Merrick opens the shower door and fetches two towels, passing one to me before drying herself off. I do the same, finishing while she works on her hair. Grabbing a brush and hair tie laid out on the counter, I gesture for Merrick to give me her back. She turns, and I carefully detangle her hair before braiding it down the center of her back and securing it with a hair tie. With a smack on the ass, I send her into the bedroom, following close behind.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I motion for Merrick to come to me, and I drink in the sight of her as she obeys. Hipssway with each step until she stops between my spread knees. I reach for her hand, turning it over before pressing the smooth palm to my lips. Her eyes soften, brows tilting with emotion as I place her hand against my heart and cover it with both of mine. “I love you. So fucking much.”
Her breath hitches before she whispers, “I love you too.”
“Kneel for me?” I ask, starting slower than our typical bedsport. Merrick said that she needed me to claim her and remind her who her body belonged to. The unspoken need was just as clear—remind her who itdoesn’tbelong to. Remind her that I own her body only because she gives it to me of her own volition. That every time I claim her, she’s claiming me back just as much. Hell, more, if I’m being honest. Merrick Lockwood began commanding my heart and soul eight years ago, and her sovereignty has only grown stronger since. Back then, I wasn’t sure how much of either of those remained. I could only ever find fragments. Sharp ones too. Splinters you picked up by accident that made you bleed when they embedded themselves into your skin.
Made you bleed worse when you tried to dig them out.
The day Lennox Prescott handed me what he held most precious and made me swear on my blood to love her for the both of us, I stopped trying to dig the splinters out. Even if they hurt, even if I felt them every time I moved, I knew the only way to live up to my vows was to gather whatever slivers I could and hope one day I could forge them into something capable of the kind of love Merrick deserved. Whatever is salvageable of my vicious, liar’s heart has always belonged to her. Only ever her. Tonight, I’m going to make sure she knows that truth so completely she could never dig it back out.
My wife falls to her knees at my feet, her beauty made more intense by the hunger in her eyes as she looks up at me. Taking my cock in hand, I give it several languid strokes from base to tip and back. Midnight eyes follow my every move,adding to the building pressure. “Is this what you want, vixen?” I tease, squeezing at the base and showing him off to her. “You want my cock?”
She licks her lips and answers in a low, throaty voice, “Yes, sir.”
Pushing myself so I'm right on the edge of the bed, I plant my hands behind me and lean back on them, a lounging king accustomed to adoration. “Then worship it like it's your fucking god.”
Merrick lunges for me, wrapping a hand around the base to hold me steady as she takes me past those plush lips and sucks. Even though I was prepared for it, the feeling of her warm, wet mouth squeezing around me still has me hissing through my teeth. I told her to worship my cock, and that's exactly what she does. Already, I'm curling my fingers into the sheets to keep from grabbing her hair and taking control. The need to fuck up into her throat while tears coat her eyelashes builds as she works her way down my length with her tongue. “Fuck yes,” I hiss. “Just like that, baby.”
She takes me to the back of her mouth, then gives me her throat. The muscles in her throat convulse involuntarily, trying to force me out, but Merrick fights through it for as long as she can, literally choking herself on my dick. If the feeling wasn’t enough to kill me, then the thought alone probably could. She pops off me with a gasp, saliva trailing from her glistening bottom lip. Chest heaving, she takes a second breath, then a third, before descending again. Her rabid enthusiasm pulls a moan out of me. My balls are already pulling tight. Merrick lavishes me with long, fluid strokes before taking me deep again. The soundtrack of her worship is obscene. Wet. Ugly. Magnificent.
Wrapping a hand around her throat, I slide her off me, holding her upright while she catches her breath. I stand up and bend over her, angling her face to look at me. “Good little wife,” I say and give her cheek a pat with the hand notholding her still. “Now crawl onto the bed and show me where you want to be fucked. Show me something pretty and wet.”
I let her go and watch her scramble onto the bed. She finds her way to the middle before adjusting her stance on all fours, lowering herself to one forearm before reaching between her legs with her free hand and spreading herself wide for me. She’s already flushed and swollen, the dark pink of her inner walls just visible from the stretch created by her fingers. Her folds shine with her excitement, beads of it slipping past the rim of her entrance to coat her thighs. I can scent her from here, that sweet nectar my body is trained to seek and find. The little vixen turns her head to throw over her shoulder, “Fuck me here, Daddy.”
Oh. I like that.
I like that entirely too much.
“Watch it,” I growl. “You might not be able to take that one back.”
The little brat wiggles her ass at me and says, “I might not want to.”
