Page 78 of Corrupted Pleasure
He moved towards the table, while I remained plastered against the opposite wall.
It took him no time to drag the large dining room table away from the window. I watched his muscles bulge and flex. God, he really had nice muscles. The nicest ones I had ever seen on a man.
Talk about extremes. From burning lust to fear and back to lust.
“Good?” he asked. I couldn’t help but compare his behavior to any other men I had dated in the past. When my fear of heights came to the surface, they liked to taunt me about it, thinking they were being cute. They’d startle me and nudge me too close to the balcony. They’d chuckle and promise they’d save me. I didn’t believe them.
Until Liam.
I’d stake my life that he’d never do something so immature. And something told me he’d catch me if I was about to fall. Bizarre, really, since I didn’t know him well at all. And he caught me stealing from him then blackmailed me to give him what he wanted.
Yeah, conflicting signals there for sure.
Finally satisfied that the table was far enough from the window, Liam came over to me and led me to it. Food already awaited us spread over the table set for two; though when he moved the table, the perfectly set table was now slightly rattled.
“Thank you,” I told him, my heart warming with such a simple gesture.
The scent of cooked meat and vegetables filled the air and my stomach growled. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast, busy with packing and scheming on how to rob a few more affiliations.
Yeah, my best friends and I were nut jobs.
He pulled out a seat for me and, like a true gentleman, made sure my back was to the window as I sat down. I was touched by his concern. I guess he deserved extra points for not taking me straight into his bedroom, spanking me, and then fucking me. My pussy quivered, liking the idea of being spanked and then fucked.
God, I needed to get my head out of the gutter. At this rate, I might be throwing myself at this man. It was like someone slipped me an aphrodisiac that kept going and going, but only around this man.
He sat himself to my right, and he lifted the lid.
“I wasn’t sure what you liked,” he started. “So we have some seafood, chicken, or lamb.”
I smiled at his thoughtfulness. Though, it wasn’t as if I had a choice in coming. His text was clear. Come, orelse.
“I’ll have chicken, please.”
He made up my plate and then proceeded to make his own. I tried not to show my surprise but the man could eat. I guessed as much, considering his size, but he seriously had an appetite.
“So how do you stay in shape?” I asked curiously.
I was one of those women that gained weight after the first slice of cake I’d eat. And I was the shortest of the four of us, at five foot four, so that weight went straight to my ass.
“I work out every morning.” Yeah, fuck that. I liked to sleep in whenever I could in the morning.
I bit into my chicken and chewed slowly, then waited until his mouth was full. Swallowing my food, I took a sip of water, then commented, “So how long do I have to do this for?’
“For as long as I demand.”
“That’s not right,” I protested.
“It’s not right that I caught you stealing from me,” he drawled. Yes, he had a point, but I couldn’t possibly agree with him.
“Well, there has to be a payment plan that I could track against. A timeline,” I said weakly. “Otherwise, this could be a life sentence.”
“You didn’t seem to be complaining when you were riding my face.”
My cheeks singed. I knew they were red as tomatoes, and it wasn’t attractive at all.
“There is no need to be crude.”
He smiled, clearly smug with himself. “But you enjoy it. And I bet if I touched your panties right now, they’d be soaked.” I shook my head feebly. “Should we test it? But then I get to keep your panties.”
