Page 76 of Undeniably Corrupt
“This isn’t smart.”
He pulls back and meets my eyes. “Maybe not. But I’m tired of fighting it.”
His mouth crashes to mine, kissing me for the first time since all this madness between us started, and any further argument I had dies. He opens my lips with his, and the moment our tongues touch, a groan tears from his lips and a shudder racks through his body.
It sets him off.
In a flash, my shirt is ripped over my head, and he lifts me into his arms, then pins me against the wall as his mouth devours mine. Our tongues thrash, and my legs wrap tightly around his waist. One hand is on my ass and the other is gripping my hair, tilting my head and diving in as deep as he can go.
I cling to the back of his neck and head and hold him against me, kissing him back just as voraciously. He shifts me in his arms and pushes those two fingers back into me from behind, immediately fucking against my front wall. It’s insanely good, and I grind against him while I pull on his shirt, frustrated and annoyed that he’s still dressed.
He smirks against my lips and spins us around. Walking us out of his closet, he grabs something I can’t see, something cool and silky on the back of my thigh. He carries me into his bedroom, his mouth never breaking contact. Not even as I try to rip at his wet clothes, desperate to get them off, wild to relearn the landscape of him.
My back meets the headboard as he sets me down, only to slide me lower so he can pin me down with his weight. On my next breath, he’s got my wrists again, and he runs the silk of the tie he grabbed from his closet across my skin.
“Um.”
“Do you trust me, Angel?”
I almost laugh at that. And his smirk tells me he knows exactly how I’m about to answer.
“Nope.” I do, though. That’s the wild thing. I trust him even when part of me feels as though I still shouldn’t. I wouldn’t allow my child near him if I didn’t. I wouldn’t be here with him like this if I didn’t. He’s not the same as he was. He’s harder. More reserved. Less trusting in his own right.
But his eyes are the same, and so is the way he looks at me.
He chuckles. “Good. I don’t trust you either. But tonight we will.”
23
Ihaven’t been in my cave all this time, but I have been hiding out. There are certain people who come into your life and never leave. And I don’t mean that physically because people come and go. But the imprint of themselves they leave behind on your soul can never be washed away no matter how many times you attempt to scrub them out.
That’s Liora for me.
I realized it the day I nearly committed manslaughter in her name. I was willing to kill for her, but the way my blood hummed with violent rage to break the man who had dared to touch my girl told me this was different than anything else. Thatshe’sdifferent from anyone else.
Then when I took care of Hazel and the way Liora kissed me and smiled at me, I knew I was a goner. That coming back from her a second time was impossible, especially when I wasn’t so sure I’d ever fully come back from her the first time.
I stayed away. I kept my distance. I dug more into things that aren’t giving me the answers I’m after. Tonight as I tossed and turned in Stone’s guest room, unable to get Liora out of my mind, I knew the only place I wanted to be was home becausethat’s where she was. It drove me crazy. The way I’m addicted to her, already so gone. I was still going to keep my distance. I really only wanted a glimpse, maybe a smile or a sharp word.
Then I found her stripping out of her shirt, wearing nothing beneath it, before she put on mine. Now there’s no turning back. Maybe there never was. Maybe from the moment I saw her again, it was all over for me. Inevitable.
With deft fingers, I use one of my stupid ties I only wear when forced around her wrists, testing their pull against the wood headboard and her circulation. I can feel her eyes on me, but she’s not stopping me. She’s curious and turned on, and she trusts me. I know she does. She wouldn’t live in my house with her child if she didn’t.
I sit back on my haunches, taking in the sight before me. Fucking hell.
“Spread your legs,” I whisper. “Do it, Liora. I want to see you. All of you. I want to see how wet I just made your cunt.”
A flush creeps up her face, and it almost makes me smile. She’s not shy. She’s spread her legs for me before, but this is different, and we both know it. She’s nervous, and she should be. On a shaky breath, she slides her feet wide until she’s almost spread-eagle.
I shift in between them, taking her in from this new angle while I reach behind my head to pull off my wet shirt. I leave my jeans on for now. Her pussy is pink and swollen and glistening, and her smooth belly leads up to her full tits and bound wrists above her head.
She’s at my mercy now.
“Perfect,” I murmur, staring at her, unable to stop myself from gliding along every inch. “God, baby, you really are perfect. Everything about you was always meant to be mine.”
Before she can say anything in return, I grab her beneath her thighs and lift her pussy straight to my mouth. I lick a ring around her clit before I thrust my tongue in deep, needing totaste her. And like every time with her, she doesn’t disappoint. She is as perfect as I just said.
I groan, unable to hold it back.
