Page 29 of Dublin's Danger Dancer

“The best remedy for a headache is an orgasm.”

He looks down at me as he backs me into the bedroom, still playing with the strings of my hoodie.

My sex is talking a completely different language to my brain. The one in my brain is screaming,What are you doing, he murdered your sister. He took away the only person that still loved you on the face of this earth. He sent you to the care system. He is a human trafficker.

I swallow hard as Liam’s muscular form creates a shadow etching slowly across the floor into my small bedroom. He pushes me down onto the bed. Takes off his watch and pushes up his shirt sleeves. The moon highlights the muscular edges of his forearms.

“Lay back and see if you can sleep,” he says, standing over me.

He bites my collarbone. I draw in a shuddering breath, eyes closed in pleasure as his mouth traces my jaw, my ear, my neck, where my pulse hammers wildly. Within seconds, Liam has torn my lace knickers off and is running his fingers up the apex of my thighs. Before he even touches me, my breathing is heavy and laboured.

I tell myself I need to do this in order to get close. To find out what I need to know to solve my sister’s murder and destroy Ireland’s human trafficking syndicate. I need to do this; I say again as I close my eyes, feeling the nodes of his tongue plunge against my clit. He grinds into me and once I’m wet enough; he hooks his finger inside to massage my G spot.

I hear him spitting. His index finger enters my anus. I squirm. He holds me down, rocking me rhythmically back and forwards.

I can’t help what’s happening to me. It’s totally beyond my control. Waves of ecstasy crash through me like tidal waves and all I can do is drown. Electricity that feels as real as the ones his uncle wanted to deliver me, volts through me. The force of my release is so unexpected and so intense I find it hard to believe. It feels so good.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me, come for me.” Liam says before his tongue pushes harder against my clit.

My muscles pulse. I feel smaller waves rising after the larger ebbing out like the waves of the ocean.

Liam wipes his mouth on the back of his hand and shifts up to the bed to kiss me.

“You taste as sweet as I’d imagined. And your period stopped. Your body wanted me.” His mouth glistens with me. Eyes still on me, he runs his tongue over his lips before pressing the back of his hand to his mouth and bringing his fingers to my lips.

As I go to speak, he whispers in my ear. “I’m going to freshen up so you can taste me.”

He rises from the bed, causing the springs to coil back. The sound brings me back to reality. What was I doing? Was the only question in my mind. I pull the blanket up around myself and roll onto my stomach. I hear the toilet flush.

I begin to let out small sweet snores. As Liam returns to the room. He climbs in next to me and paws at me. I pretend to be deadweight. To my amazement, he smooths my hair down and kisses me on the back of the head.

Chapter Nine

Creamy light pours through my curtains, illuminating the honey coloured wooden floor in my bedroom. Sweet chirps mingle with the hustle and bustle of Dublin on a Thursday morning. Remembering the events of last night. I reach out my hand, expecting to feel warm skin.

“You didn’t have anything in so I went shopping.” Liam says entering my room. I pull myself up in bed, trying to push sleep out of my eyes while scraping my hair back like a schoolgirl waking up next to her crush.

“You’re up early.” I say raising my knees to my chest.

“I have business.” He says sitting down on the bed, offering me a corrugated cardboard cup of coffee.

“It’s not coffee. You have a mean machine out there.” He says motioning to the enormous Italian coffee press in the kitchen Ferg had gifted me. “I couldn’t figure out how to work it and I don’t think any of the places around here could compete with that so I bought you... Here, smell it.”

I bring the cup to my nose.

“Hot chocolate.” I say. “In August?”

“The best hot chocolate in Dublin. This is what I drank as a child when I needed to feel…” he pauses, “...whole again. It’s an apology for last night.”

“What did you fill my fridge with?” I ask.

“Eggs, soda bread, bacon, all the necessities for a good breakfast. Couple of smoothies and veggies.” He looks down at me, smiling. ‘You need your strength." He pauses. “I didn’t think it was possible,” he says.

“What?” I ask.

“You look even more beautiful in the morning.”

“And you’re even more foolish in the morning.”

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