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“Look at you,” he grinds out, his voice dark and rough, fingers digging into my hips as he pulls me closer. “So damn ready for me. Couldn’t wait, could you?”
A shiver tears through me, my legs locking tight around him, pulling him deeper until there’s nothing between us, just fire and want. “You’re one to talk,” I manage, my voice shaking as he drives into me harder, relentless, demanding everything.
His hand slides to the back of my neck, gripping me there, his words hot against my ear. “You want it rough, don’t you? I can feel it with every inch I give you.”
“Yes,” I gasp, barely able to breathe as he moves faster, deeper, the wall behind me vibrating with each brutal thrust. “Don’t… Don’t stop. I need you to take me, all of me.”
He growls low, the sound vibrating between us as he answers with another fierce thrust, each movement rougher, more primal, sending us both spiraling, lost in the raw, animal heat that drowns out everything else.
It’s wild and chaotic, like we’re chasing something neither of us can name, but both of us need.
I cling to him, my nails raking across his back as I try to hold on. It’s too intense, too overwhelming. My body trembles beneath him, every nerve on fire.
I’m losing myself in him, in this moment—my senses blurring into a hot, dizzying rush of pleasure and need. There’s no rhythm anymore, just his body moving inside me with reckless abandon, and the way he feels, the way he fills me, is everything and too much all at once.
“Liam—” I gasp, but I can’t finish the thought, can’t form any coherent words. There’s only him, his body colliding with mine and the raw, burning sensation tearing through me. My legs tighten around him, drawing him closer as if I could pull him deeper—as if I could tether us both to something real in the middle of this storm.
His hand finds my hair, tangling in it, pulling my head back so I’m forced to meet his gaze. His eyes are wild, dark with hunger, and for a second, time suspends—just him and me, caught in the violent crash of everything we’ve been holding back.
The pressure builds fast, coiling tight inside me, threatening to snap, and I’m teetering on the brink like I might shatter into a million pieces, and I want to. I want to fall apart in his arms, to let the chaos take over, to let this wild, uncontrollable force sweep me away.
The tension snaps, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing through me, raw and relentless, taking every ounce of restraint I had left. My nails dig into his shoulders, desperate, needy, as I ride the wave, lost to the chaos, to the wild, uncontrollable force that sweeps me away, leaving me breathless, undone, and clinging to him like he’s the only thing holding me together.
He follows me over the edge, body tensing, a growl tearing from his throat as he’s pulled under, caught in the same storm until we’re both left gasping, spent, wrapped up in each other with the world blurred around us.
Chapter Twenty-Three
ALERIA
Liam’s hand presses against the small of my back, guiding me toward the car. Marcus stands by the open car door, his face as neutral as a stone carving. My smirk falters. Marcus knows. Hedefinitelyknows.
I think the entire world just heard us.
I duck into the backseat, cheeks blazing. The echoes of our little “adventure” in the food truck—our gasps and the rhythm of the creaking—play on a loop in my head. I glance at Marcus’s reflection through the rearview mirror. Bad idea. His eyebrow lifts just a fraction, and it’s all I need to confirm it. I bury my face in my hands.
Liam slides in beside me, cool as ever, like we didn’t just dismantle a food truck with our antics. He leans back, his hand finding mine. “Relax,” he whispers, amusement coloring his voice. “Marcus isn’t going to say anything.He’s a vault.”
“He’s a vault who heard everything,” I mutter, my eyes still hidden behind my hands.
Liam chuckles, low and smug. “Hey, if anything, we put on a masterclass. Should’ve charged him a ticket.”
I peek at Liam through my fingers. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”
He winks. “Nope. Best show in town.”
I groan, but a laugh bubbles up despite my effort to hold it back. “You’re terrible.”
“And yet, here you are.” He grins, leaning in close. “That’s gotta count for something.”
I glance at the dashboard clock, trying to regain my composure. “Okay, it’s past midnight. Don’t you think we’ve had enough for one night?” I shift, aware of how dirty my clothes are. “And I could really use a shower and a change of clothes.”
His eyebrows shoot up in mock horror. “Enough? Aleria, this is just the beginning. You haven’t seen the grand finale yet.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Grand finale? What are we going to do next? Break into a Taco Bell?”
He reaches under the seat with a sly grin, producing a duffle bag like some kind of magician. “No need for that. And I’ve got you covered.” He shakes the bag with a flourish. “Fresh clothes, courtesy of your ever-prepared boyfriend.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “You planned for this?”
