Page 113 of Corrupted Pleasure
“You,” she screamed, her insides strangling me. She shuddered violently, milking my cock so perfectly. I clenched my teeth, ramming into her through her orgasm. She screamed my name, and I was certain the entire city heard her.
“Liam!” Her piercing scream vibrated against the walls of our penthouse.
I loved hearing my name on her lips, the way she breathed it when she panted. I followed her over the edge, spilling inside her and my balls aching with the intensity of my release as her own knees buckled and she collapsed into the mattress.
Both of us breathing heavily, I collapsed on top of her. My forehead rested on the back of her shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent. I lifted off her and reached to the headboard to undo the rope from around her hands. There were faint red marks on her wrists. Shifting us over, I brought her closer to me and started to massage her wrists.
She snuggled deeper into me, her hands pressed against my chest as I rubbed her wrist.
“I like you too much,” she murmured sleepily. “Way too… much.”
And she was out cold.
We’d fallen into a routine. We’d have dinner together. Date nights, because my wife loved those, so I made it a point to take her on as many dates as possible.
But she’d leave in the morning and I didn’t fucking like it. I’d allowed it for far too long. I wanted her with me, in the penthouse, all the time. I found myself no longer wanting my own space. Any space without her in it was bleak.
I brushed my hand against her forehead, pushing the hair out of her face. She leaned into my touch, even in her sleep she was attuned to me. I found that I really liked my wife too.Way too much, just like she claimed before falling asleep. Seeing how it ended for my father, I was certain it wasn’t a good thing. Yet, I couldn’t stop it any more than I could stop breathing.
I got out of bed, went to the bathroom, and returned with a wet towel to clean her up. She didn’t even stir. Once I’d discarded the towel, I slid between the sheets and pulled her closer to me. She slept facing me, her one smooth thigh hooked onto my own. Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing even and the expression on her face so peaceful.
She looked so trusting, unscathed by my world, and I wanted to keep it that way. I wanted to keep her safe and happy. Fresh out of college, she and the girls had that invincible mentality, and it was my job to keep them all protected and safe.
My thoughts traveled back to my father and the only woman he claimed he loved. The all-consuming kind that tore you apart.
Winter Volkov. I was seven years old when Father brought Winter Volkov into our home. She was beautiful and different. Her golden curly hair and green eyes mesmerized men all over Ireland. But just as my father only had eyes for her, Winter only had eyes for my father.
Their love was cut short by the birth of their first, and last, child. Father was so devastated, he refused to spend any time around the baby at first. It left me to be the only family to hold Aisling. For the first two years of her life, I was her mother, father and brother. Nanny Shelby fed her and changed her diapers, but I read her stories, held her when she woke up at night, soothed her and promised I’d make sure she was always safe.
And I fucking failed. When she needed me, I wasn’t there.
The guilt of what happened twenty-one years ago still haunted me. Every damn day and night. It was the reason I ensured nobody in the mafia could trace my sister and her daughter, nor Juliette. As far as the world was concerned, my sister was dead along with her baby.
Davina stirred in my arms and my eyes traveled over her. I married her to protect my family and her, but I feared she had bewitched me and found her way into my soul. My biggest fear became a reality when I looked at her.
She was so fragile and beautiful, it made my damn chest ache. It was too late to resist her now. That same all-consuming feeling I’d seen on my father around Aisling’s mother took hold of me while I wasn’t looking.
And it honestly scared the living daylights out of me because I saw firsthand what losing her would look like.
I had to protect my céile at all costs.
CHAPTER46
Davina
Istood on the balcony. My best friends were inside. My grandfather. Liam too, but I was too frozen with fear to call out to them. I remain glued to my spot, too scared to move and too scared to scream.
They were laughing and hugging. I missed them, but they didn’t miss me.
“Grandpa?” I called out, but my voice was too small, too weak. Their happiness drowned it. “Liam?”
My lies turned everyone away. I lied to my best friends. My grandfather. Liam.
They didn’t want me anymore. Just like my parents.
The feeling of loneliness swelled inside me, until it threatened to choke me. The emptiness hurt my chest, making it hard to breathe. I wanted to run away and hide. Just like when I was a little girl.
This isn’t just friendship. We’re family; we’re friends; we’re everything, Wynter’s voice echoed through my dream.We’re stuck with each other forever. Regardless of what happens. I don’t care what continent we live on, we’ll always be there for each other.
