Page 29 of The Fabric of our Souls

I nod like a furious, sex-drunk idiot.

His feverish grin and sends chills up my spine. “Good, because unless you say it, I’m not stopping.”

His tongue teases my clit and I’m instantly fisting the sheets. He slides a finger inside my pussy, groaning when he finds how wet I am already. I let my head fall back as the pleasure rolls through me. He licks me slowly, in agonizing strokes that have me rolling my eyes and clenching my jaw to keep the pleasured moans I know he wants to hear in my throat. He pumps his fingers into me hard, with a rhythm that has me coasting close to my climax.

Liam’s other hand is planted on my thigh, squeezing my flesh so tightly I know there will be bruises in the morning.

I hate you. I fucking hate you.

He takes me closer and closer to the edge until I’m coming undone. My thighs fight to close around his head but he holds them firmly in place as he devours me. My pussy is so sensitive, but he is relentless, licking and stroking me until he’s satisfied, leaving my legs trembling.

I hardly get a moment to breathe before his hand wraps around my throat. My eyes widen and fear trickles through my veins. He dips his face to mine, licking up my jaw until his lips are against the shell of my ear.

“Are you scared of me?” he whispers in a low, raspy tone.

My heart thrums and my breaths are labored. His grip on my throat isn’t tight; it makes me wildly uncomfortable but also… excited? My brain tells me it’s wrong on so many moral levels, but my traitorous flesh screams something entirely different. I like it—I really, really fucking like it.

“Yes.”

He chuckles and leans back, pulling his sweatpants down and freeing his dick. I swallow several times, trying to make sense of how we got to this point—me staring at his unnaturally large penis and him rubbing the tip of it along my stomach. My core hurts with how much need pulses there.

“Your skin is so soft, Wynn. Your hair is perfect. Your eyes are damning. There’s nothing more I’d like than to have you choking on my dick.” His eyes hold contempt for me, but my focus is on his swollen cock pressing into my flesh and drawing lines on my stomach.

Would he fuck me with as much rage as his eyes betray? Would it make him stop being so spiteful? I’ve never been hate-fucked. I’m sure it’s not passionate or adoring, but you only live once, right?

It’s Friday night.

This ismanageable.

“Just fuck me and get it over with, jackass,” I sneer at him.

Liam stares at me with his jaw flexed. A smooth, too-calm smile spreads over his lips and manic light flickers across his eyes.

“Bareback then,” he growls, flipping me over ruthlessly and lining his dick up with my pussy.

“You have to wear a condom!” I try to crawl away but his grip is bruising on my hips.

“Do I? After you said such a nasty thing?”

My blood chills, and I panic as I feel his length sliding up and down my slit. The skin of his tip is so soft and sensual it makes my knees weak. “Pancakes! Pancakes!”I scream.

He instantly releases his hold on me and I huddle up against the headboard, pulling the blanket up to cover myself from his lingering cold eyes.

“Jesus, Wynn, I thought you could play on my level, remember?” he says casually, like he knew exactly what he was doing this whole time. He stands and pulls his sweatpants back up, not even sparing me a second glance. I truly disgust him, don’t I?

“God knows what adegeneratelike yourself has,” I snarl at him. “Do you even know what a fucking condom is?”

He turns fast, looking over his shoulder at me with new fire flickering in his gaze. “You know we have to all be clean to be admitted here, right? It’s part of the requirements, since obviously people fuck like rabbits here. Did your rich big brother mention that to you, or did he just send your tests without your knowledge?”

I stare at him dumbfounded.

James. I hope you're prepared for another wordy text.

I feel like a complete idiot—I should’ve read the fucking contract.

“That’s what I thought.Poor, dead-eyed Wynn. Can’t even get her rocks off because she’s so belligerently boorish.”

That sets off something so feral inside me that I don’t even realize I’m moving until I’m already committed to it. I tackle him to his bed and pound on his chest furiously, screaming that I hate him over and over until his surprised expression breaks into a cruel laugh.

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