Page 51 of Corrupted Pleasure
His jaw ticked, and his fingers gripped the steering wheel before he loosened them.
“No, he doesn’t,” he answered, his voice hardened. “He hasn’t in a very long time.”
I sensed a story there, and it didn’t sound like it was a good one.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured. “That must be hard. Is that why Juliette spent most of her time in California with Wynter?”
He chuckled. “You girls really keep no secrets between each other, huh?”
I grinned. “Actually we do,” I said. “But I promise whatever they told me, I never repeated to anyone else. And-” I paused for a moment before I continued, “... And I’ll never repeat whatever you tell me either,” I promised softly. “To anyone.”
We came to a stop and his hand took mine into his. Raising our interlocked fingers, he brushed his mouth against my knuckles and a shudder ghosted down my spine.
“Thank you, Davina.” A fragile trust started to build. “You’re mine now. Every single inch of you, inside and out.”
I gasped, my fingers tightening around his. “Don’t you think I’m too curvy?”
“Davina Hayes, you’re perfect,” he said. “Every single inch of you is gorgeous. Your plump arse, your pussy. Every-single-fucking-inch of you is perfect.”
I had lost my words. My thoughts. My mind.
CHAPTER20
Liam
Icould smell her arousal.
She fought it tooth and nail but Davina was turned on by my filthy words. Maybe I had found my match in her.
“Show me your pussy,” I said, my eyes on the car in front of us. “But just to me,” I growled. “Like I said, I’m not exactly the sharing type.”
“I’m starting to see,” she murmured, her eyes darkening. “You still have my panties.”
I watched her from my peripheral. She was flushed, her chest rising and falling. God, she was fucking gorgeous. I saw the indecision cross her face. "Make sure I'm the only one with the view."
She sighed in resignation. She struggled with admitting to herself that she loved this.
She lifted her dress up her toned thighs, but kept her legs together.
“I can smell your arousal.” I glanced over at her. “No sense in hiding it.”
“Oh my God,” she huffed exasperatedly.
“No, God is not making you soaking wet,” I drawled. “I am. Now give me your foot.”
“Why?” she asked suspiciously.
“I want to ensure I’m the only one with a clear view of your pussy,” I murmured. “Now obey me.”
She kicked off her shoes and stretched her leg across the console of my car. I caressed her soft foot and ankle, skimming my fingers up her leg.
“You’re so hot. I want to pull over and fuck you.” My fingers reached between her thighs and I brushed my fingers over her slick core. “So fucking wet.”
Her choked laugh was my answer.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she squeaked out.
“No? Tell me you don’t like this,” I demanded, circling around her clit but never touching it. She writhed, trying to get me to touch her there. “I want to give you everything.”
