Page 11 of His Price

“Yes,” I whisper.

The tension he endures is obvious in the firmness of his body at my back. He’s stiff, fighting against his passion. I know why, and I turn in his arms, discovering eyes that are deadly for the way they control my body’s responses. My nipples tingle, sex clenches with desire. To be wanted so ravishingly is something I’m not sure I can ever let go of. “What are you waiting for?” I ask him.

His brows draw together tight. “I want to do this right.”

I press my hands against his face and state what we both want to hear. “Liam, I want you to fuck me until we’re both screaming. No more waiting. No more reasons stopping us. Take what you want.”

I can’t really say what happens next. All I know is one second I felt like I held all the control, and in the next second, my back is slammed against the wall. My legs are up around his waist and his thick cock is wildly fucking me. My chin lifts against the pleasure, eyes pinch shut, toes curling with every hard thrust that seems to have no beginning and no end. I know nothing else but the way he pounds into me. It’s dirty. It’s hard. It’s rough. It’s a loss of complete control that had been building up for three solid years.

His mouth is kissing mine but I can’t seem to kiss him back. All I can do is lose myself in how he’s driving himself inside me. I dig my fingernails into his back, letting him know I’m there, intense and overwhelmed by how amazing it feels to be touched and taken by him.

With a low growl, his lips move to my neck and he’s devouring me. His rough breathing makes its way to my ear while his hands grip my ass, pinning me to the wall. God, his cock is thick and big and he’s stretching me, not guiding me into pleasure but pulling satisfaction out of me. Though it’s when he leans away and looks at me, my legs falling slightly down his thighs, that I lose all control over my body.

He steals it away with his presence. Within those powerful depths of his eyes, I find my pleasure as he drives into me, hard and forceful. His jaw is tight, brows furrowed, and I read within his touch that I amhisin this moment.

A sudden wave of pleasure has my head tipping back, my muscles stiffening against the surge of euphoria, and that’s when I hear him.

“Fuck,” he roars.

His cock swells inside me, pounding into me, somehow pressing against everything that I need him to press against inside me to send me soaring. While I break apart around him, losing myself in a satisfaction I’ve never known, I vaguely feel him bucking and jerking before I feel the warmth of his seed spilling inside me.

Many breathless minutes go by.

When I finally have the strength to open my eyes again, his cock is resting between us but still semi-hard. He’s got his knee between my legs, the only thing holding me up. I lift my head, discovering he’s not looking as satisfied as I feel. He’s not done with me, I can tell by the ravenousness nature of his gaze.

Right then, he silently raises his hand to my face, sliding his fingers through my hair until he’s fisted the strands. He gives a tug in the same second he removes his thigh and slowly I’m lowering to my knees, staring at his thick, muscular thighs. I tip my head back and the sexy slight smile he gives me storms heat back within me. With a small gesture of his chin, I know precisely what he wants.

I reach for his cock placing it in my mouth and sucking him with slow precision, until his shaft hardens again. I taste me, him, and the perfectness of us.

“Eyes on me,” he orders roughly.

I look up at him, bobbing on the tip of his cock. His low groan is more than foreplay to me, it’s like a vibrator to my clit. I cup his balls, enjoying the weight of them, loving how his head falls back. I suck on one testicle and then the other before I grab the base of his cock. Keeping my eyes on him, I treat him to my mouth. His fist tightens in my hair and then his other hand is on the top of my head and he’s thrusting into my mouth. The thickness of his cock stretches my mouth, the tip hitting the back of my throat but moving so fast my gag reflex never reacts. Until he shoves his dick so far in my mouth, I gag once and he backs away, letting me control my movements again.

I slide my mouth off his shaft, and, showing him that I like it rough, too, I gently drag my teeth across his shaft and his hips shoot forward. “Fuck, yes. Again.” He grunts.

I do as I’m told, twice more. That’s when he’s apparently had enough. I’m back in his arms and he’s carrying me to the contour chair which he deposits me into. He hooks my legs onto his arms, entering me again in one swift stroke. My pussy—which hasn’t seen a dick in three years—registers the slight soreness of being used so roughly by him. But Liam won’t be refused today, I see that now. And I won’t stop him. I want to wake up tomorrow and remember this moment and every moment to follow this weekend.

In this position, I see more of him. I run my fingers across his flexed chest, down his hard six-pack, loving the way his thick cock, with trimmed pubic hair, slides inside me. God, he’s masculine beauty. I can’t stop the way my pussy squeezes at him, so greedy for another orgasm, which I know he can deliver.

He reaches for my hips, pins me to him, and then I understand what it’s like to be truly fucked. His thrusts are brutal, punishing me maybe for how long I made him wait. Perhaps even rage induced by the situation we’ve been in these past years. Whatever he’s releasing mentally, he’s doing so on my body, and I’m reaping the rewards.

“Liam,” I scream seconds before I tumble into wave after wave of sheer euphoria that is as hot as it is intense.

When I feel his finger tuck under my chin, I open my eyes, discovering his expression is very similar to what I’d seen before. However, this time, he looks even more intense. As he did before, he reaches for my hair, fisting it, sending me to my knees again. When I look up at him, he gestures at his cock. “Again,” is all he says.

That’s when I realize that I’ve been wrong. This weekend isn’t about fulfilling a fantasy. It’s about draining the lust Liam has for me. And he plans to drain it all this weekend. Now I understand that, it’s not about whether my heart can handle this weekend with Liam.

Can my body survive him?

CHAPTER4

Liam

The next morning,I step out on the terrace of a private restaurant atop one of the nicest hotels at the Santa Monica Pier, a bright sun high in a clear blue sky. A table covered in white linen is set next to the stone exterior of the building covered by rich green ivy overlooking the soft sands of the Santa Monica Bay. Before I can take in anything else, my cellphone rings. I grab it out of my pocket and lift the phone to my ear. “Why are you calling me, Mallory?” I answer the phone in a brisk voice, not pleased with the interruption.

“Yes, you’re going to kill me, I know,” she says quickly, and I can almost hear her cringing when she adds, “Alas, we are finalizing the Bakker offer. Thomas wanted me to reach out to confirm the details.”

I know this can’t wait, and I remind myself while I’m here, my team are all working faithfully this weekend to ensure we get an offer ready to present to Bakker on Monday. “Go ahead.”

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