Page 110 of Cruel Debts
"You could say that," she gritted out, scowling as Hawke spun her around to check the rest of her. "Hey, come on, now, I said I'm okay?—"
"Hawke, enough," Asher growled, tossing him the keys to the car. "Let's get her out of here first. Before the police start asking questions."
Hawke tossed the keys to me. "You drive. I'm too keyed up."
And I wasn't? I didn't argue, though. I didn't say a word as Asher and Hawke piled into the car, Hawke in the backseat with Trinity, and Asher in the front seat with me.
He turned around as I pulled into midnight traffic and sped down the road, my focus solely on getting us out of here.
For all of about a minute and a half. And then, Asher turned around in his seat and started peppering questions at Trinity, and Hawke love-bombed her, and that left me, sitting alone in the front seat, pretty much, staring at her from the rear view mirror's reflection.
And then she met my gaze in the damn thing, and I had to swerve at the last minute to avoid crashing into the car in front of me.
I watched a tear fall from her eye as the oblivious idiots kept asking her question after question, repeating over and over how much they were sorry and how they were so glad they'd found her, and I couldn't take it anymore.
Damn Keehn for making me promise to protect her. Damn him for asking us to do what he couldn't do. Damn him for making me feel like a traitor of the highest order for what I was about to do.
Because I couldn't sit here anymore and pretend. Pretending, lying, it had all gotten me here where I was right now, and it was killing me.
I spun the wheel and guided the car down a dark, abandoned alley, then threw it in park just off the main stretch of road, got out of the damn thing, and yanked open the back door on Trinity's side. When my hand curled around her wrist and tugged her out, she came without an argument, and when Hawke tried to follow, I slammed the door in his face.
He didn't follow. I didn't stop to ask why. I didn't want him to be a part of what was about to happen.
"Liam, what?—"
I dragged Trinity to the front of the car, set her on the hood, and tipped her face up to mine. I took about two seconds to stare into her soulful, worried eyes before I dove in and threw all myhesitation to the wind, my lips hungry and demanding, my kiss brutal and filled with need.
It only took another second and a half for her hands to slide up the front of me and pull me closer, accepting the surrender for what it was, taking it all in stride as she got what she'd wanted this whole time.
All of us.
Finally.
If Keehn really was out there somewhere still, he could kick my ass later for what I was about to do to his sister. Right now, I didn't give two fucks about anyone but me and her.
"Trinity," I breathed, desperate and frantic, very unlike myself. "You have about two seconds to tell me to fuck off, or else?—"
"You came for me," she breathed, gripping me by the back of my head, her fingers tangled in my short hair as she tugged our foreheads against each other. The emotion brimming in the depths of her eyes was almost too much to look at directly. "You do care."
"I never meant what I said; it was a lie. I'm sorry." My hands roamed her body, shoving her on her back with a groan. "You've always been more than a means to an end. You've been endgame from day one. And I'm tired of pretending I don't want what you want."
"What's that?"
"This."
I gripped the flimsy bra they had her in on both sides and ripped it apart, flinging it in the alley as I moved to her panties next, making short work of them, too. When she was bare on the top of my car, I flipped her over, tugged her ass down to the edge of the hood, and delivered a firm smack to the curve of her ass.
As she yelped, she backed up on me just an inch. Her back arched as she flattened her palms on the hood of the car andlooked inside it, making eye contact with whoever was watching—probably both of them.
"That's for running off when you shouldn't have." I gave her another, relishing the way my cock jumped as she whimpered, as her ass turned a pretty pink. "That's for getting yourself in trouble," I growled, yanked myself out of my pants, and lined myself up at her dripping entrance, and leaned over her back. "And this is for trusting me enough to call me when you needed help."
I slammed into her with a roar, and in seconds, we were rutting like animals, me fucking up into her while she slid up the length of the car, her loud moans and whines like a musical sonata of the night composed specifically for me. With every thrust, she rose up for a better angle, and when her hands reached back and found the one I had pressed against her spine, I gripped them and used the advantage to restrain her as I rammed forward, filling her up like she'd been begging me to do from the first day she walked back into my life.
"You like this? Is this what you wanted?" My words had a hard edge, but they lacked the maliciousness that my earlier tirade was delivered with. "Me, inside you, filling you up until you come all over my cock?"
"Fuck yes," Trinity moaned, hair falling in her face. "Please, yes, more?—"
"Whatever you want," I told her, and just like that, I was a machine, a man no longer. My hips snapped into her ass with increasing desperation, and the two of us chased a high that only came from surviving a life-or-death situation like she had. Like I had. The thrill, the rush, the reaffirmation of life, it was all too much, and with a groan, I emptied myself inside her, just as her pussy clenched down on me and strangled my cock.
