Page 109 of Corrupted Pleasure
“We’ll be good together. I promise you, Davina.”
CHAPTER44
Davina
“Hurry up you two,” I rushed Juliette and Ivy. “We still have to drive two hours to get to Yale.”
It took us four days to move into Liam’s city house. The very same one I saw him in that first night. Yep, I’ve come full circle. One of his men had most of my clothes taken from my room and to his penthouse. Without talking to me.
But what-the-fuck ever.
I was floating on a cloud. Liam was amazing. Sweet. Kind. And so damn thoughtful that I melted on the inside. In more ways than one. I loved talking to him. I loved doing things with him.
Besides, it was the least I could do after the amazingly romantic proposal. We had the attraction, but it was so much more than just that. I had never met a more thoughtful man outside my grandfather. It was hard to contain the happiness to have him so close and being able to visit him every day. Most of the time, the girls came along. Grandpa felt like he gained more granddaughters and was tickled about it.
The only thing that somewhat hindered my happiness was that I hadn’t told my friends about my marriage to Liam and that he was the one that paid for Grandpa to be moved here. I gave them some story about an anonymous donor paying for it. It was kind of true. Except the anonymous part.
“We have all night,” Juliette complained. “Stop rushing us.”
All the lying was taking a toll on me. I hated it.
But Liam expected me in the penthouse every night. Which meant we had to be home. I’d pretend to go to bed or have an errand to run, and then sneak out the door. And unlike Wynter, I wasn’t able to climb out the window.
The worst part was that at this point, I couldn’t sleep without Liam’s body pressed against me. Or at least feeling his hands on me. Trust me, I fucking tried.
One night, Ivy and Juliette decided to have a heist research party in the fucking foyer. A foyer! A huge-ass house and they parked themselves in the foyer, blocking my way out. The back door would have been an option if the bottom of the stairs didn’t lead to the foyer too and there was no way to sneak around them.
So I gave up and just went to bed. I ended up tossing and turning half the night. Until a body shifted the entire mattress and scared the living daylights out of me.
“What the fuck?” I hissed, his dark outline shifting closer to me as he climbed into the bed.
“I thought I told you I want you in my bedeverynight,” he growled low in my ear, his chest pressed against my back. “Remember my condition, Wife. You’re to submit to me. Whenever I say. Wherever I say.”
“Freak,” I muttered, though my body already leaned back into him, relishing in his muscles. His hand came to my hip, his strong fingers pressing me hard against him. Goosebumps broke out on my skin, feeling his mouth on the base of my neck.
“For the record, I tried to come,” I whispered, my voice a throaty moan. “But your daughter decided to have a party in the foyer.”
“No excuses,” he rasped, biting my earlobe. His voice, deep and low, vibrated with power. He was intoxicating. “Now, I have to punish you. And I better not hear a peep out of your mouth.”
God, the way he said it, I knew it’d be good. Everything with Liam felt good. I knew I wouldn’t be able to remain silent.
His hand reached between my legs to find me soaking wet. “Mmmm, I got myself an insatiable wife.” Shivers ghosted down my spine hearing his deep voice in my ear. His fingers found my folds and smeared wetness over my clit. “You’re a wet mess between your legs.”
A throaty moan filled the dark room. The light slap between my legs was unexpected and I jerked hard against his hand.
“I said not a sound.”
My ragged breathing was the only response. My furious heartbeat thundered in sync with my aching pussy. I sucked in a hard breath but remained silent.
“Good wife,” he drawled. “I have to taste my wife’s pussy.”
In one swift move, he shifted his big body on top of mine, his gaze dark and hungry. His finger pushed inside me, and I couldn’t help but whimper with need.
With his free hand, he gripped my hip and bowed his head. My insides shuddered with anticipation of him going down on me. I was getting addicted to it. But instead, his mouth captured my nipple through the thin material of my shirt and he bit hard, making me cry out.
His hand still on my pussy, his voice went hard, “Ride my hand. Show me how you come, Wife.”
Our eyes locked, I began to move, grinding against his palm. His fingers inside me felt good but were not enough. Through my half-lidded eyes, I watched his fingers pumping in and out of me and the sight was so erotic. I bit my bottom lip, to stop another moan from forming.
