Page 47 of Ruthless Heart

My lips part in shock as he enters me. I grab his forearms, bracing myself as my body stretches around him.

“Liam—?”

“I want another baby inside you. And this time, I’m not going to miss a fucking second.”

As he pulls back and thrusts deeper, I gasp. It feels so good, but I know we should stop.

“You can’t do this—”

He kisses me, swallowing my protests, and fucks me more roughly. The friction against my clit makes it impossible to think straight. When I try to push on his chest, he grabs my wrists and pins them over my head.

“Mmm. You’re so slippery, Olivia. Your body remembers how much it likes this.”

My breath grows choppy as my arousal spirals out of control. “Oh, my God. Please, this is—you can’t.”

Liam slows, kissing my neck and grinding his pelvis against mine until an orgasm explodes through me. Then he picks up his earlier rhythm, fucking me hard and fast.

“Fuck, yes.” He pumps in deeper strokes until he groans and grabs my hips, pulling me against him.

A little hiss of discomfort escapes at his vise grip. “So tight,” I say, dropping my hands onto his and trying to pull his fingers loose.

“Have to hold on tight or you might slip through my fingers again.”

My body catches fire and burns as he spills his seed inside me.

After a beat, his hold slackens. His hips move, and he slides out slowly, watching me.

“We’re getting married,” he says in a tone that has no interest in compromise.

My eyes widen, and he lowers his head to suck on my nipple. I squirm beneath him at the intensity of the way he’s teasing my body.

“I have to think. This all happened so fast.”

His head rises, and clear blue eyes stare down at me. “There’s no reason to go slow when I already know what the outcome will be.”

“Don’t I have a say?”

“No.”

My mouth drops open, a million protests forming. This is crazy. But apparently he can’t see that. As I try to sit up, he puts a hand on my shoulder and forces me back down.

“I’m not done with you. Behave yourself or your punishment will be worse.”

That causes both fear and arousal to twist through me. There’s no way I can relax now because a part of me wonders what he has in mind. And if it’s what I think… how will it be this time? Rougher than before?

After a few minutes, Liam sits on the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor. “Lie across the bed over my lap.

“Liam, I’m not sure about this.”

“I am.” He moves so fast that my struggle to escape is several moments too late.

I squirm until he pins my arms against the small of my back.

His cock presses against my belly. It’s gotten rock hard while I was fighting, so it seems like a bad strategy to continue to fight and make him more aroused by this.

“If you’re good and lie still, I won’t get my belt,” he says.

I shudder. “You don’t need to do this. I won’t disappear again.”

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