Page 66 of Silent Girl

“What about all those diseases you keep claiming I have?” I raise an eyebrow at her as my bare cock slides into her opening.

“Fuck! Ah, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never said any such thing,” she hisses.

I prop her up against the wall so I have the leverage to fuck her the way I like. Pulling back, I thrust forward, hard, over and over again. Aliyah screams out as her legs tighten and her pussy convulses around my cock.

“Fuck, I love hearing you scream like that,” I tell her, before covering her mouth with my own and swallowing the rest of her sounds.

As soon as she comes down from her orgasm, I pull out and my cock squirts all over the outside of her pussy. I run my fingertips through my cum, massaging it into her skin. “Tell me again how you’re not my girlfriend?” I ask her.

“Shut up. Nobody likes a know-it-all, Liam.”

I laugh. I can’t help it. Whatever we were arguing about or fighting over is long forgotten as we both put our clothes back on.

“How hurt are you? Gray got you good,” Aliyah says, looking at the bruise covering the left side of my temple.

“I’m fine, and what he got was lucky,” I grumble.

“Sure he did.” Aliyah smiles. “I don’t like that you’re fighting because of me.”

“I’ve never had a better reason to fight,” I tell her.

* * *

I don’t know how I let Aliyah talk me into coming here. Actually I do. She said she was going with or without me, and I wanted to be with her. That’s how I ended up at a club, sitting in a booth with a bunch of people I don’t know, and her brother who isn’t shy about hiding his true feelings for me. Luke at least seems to be playing Switzerland and is refusing to get between us, while Aliyah is sitting next to me, chatting away with one of the wives who came with the four guys from the box. They’ve all introduced themselves—all also sent me glares like they’re waiting to cut my fucking head off.

I’m not stupid. I know who these guys are. After Gray mentioned how they’re not people to mess with, I Googled them. I knew I’d heard the name Valentino before. Once I figured out why, it didn’t surprise me that Aliyah’s family is friends with them.

“I’m going to dance,” she announces. I go to stand, looking to follow her out of the booth, when she pushes me back down. “I’ll be with Livvy. You don’t have to come.”

“But what if I wanna dance with you?” I pout.

“You can. Later. When we’re naked,” she whispers in my ear before walking away laughing. Fuck me, now I’m stuck sitting here, with her grumbling brother, while I’ve got a fucking hard-on and images of her dancing naked in my head.

“You know she’ll get bored of you, right?” Gray says.

I look over at him. “That’s not possible. Unlike some of us, I’m not fucking boring.” I smirk.

“Well, damn, he’s got you there, Gray,” one of the Valentino brothers hollers out. I don’t remember who’s who. I don’t really care to learn their names either.

“Fuck off, Matteo,” Gray says and drags his phone out of his pocket. He taps on the screen before turning the device over to me.

“Who is this?” he asks, pointing at his phone.

There’s a picture of that little girl and her mom pulled up on his screen. “A kid from that youth league appearance your sister made me do,” I tell him.

“What’s her name?”

I look at him, and my brows draw down. She was a sweet kid, a tough-as-shit little girl who’s going to run circles around all the boys her age. “Why? What do you want with her? She’s just a fucking kid, Grayson,” I snap.

“What’s her name?” he asks again.

“I don’t know. Graycee or something like that.” I shrug.

“Graycee… and is that her mother? The woman behind her?”

“Yeah.”

Grayson curses under his breath, then stands, pockets his phone, and walks away without another word.

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