Page 91 of Ward Willing
I swallow. “Yeah.”
“That’s amazing,” Juliet says, giggling. “But you said you knew him well, so I’m confused. If you just met him, how did you know him well…” Her mouth drops open, and Orion blows a slow breath of air out of his lips. Chase looks between all of us with a confused expression.
“Fuck,” I whisper, finally looking at Liam.
If I thought he looked angry before, it’s nothing compared to how he looks now. His forehead vein is protruding, and his eyes are so hardened that I hardly recognize him.
He pushes off the wall and stalks over to me. “I need a word with you.”
I don’t have a chance to see anyone’s reaction because he’s already dragging me away and down the hallway.
“Where are we g?—”
A sharp tug cuts off the rest of my question, and then he’s pulling us into the nearest closet.
“We have to stop meeting in closets,” I joke, thinking of Catalina to try and break the tension.
When I look up at him, my body heats at the danger lurking behind his expression in the darkness. It’s not one I’ve seen before–cold, ruthless, and determined. He presses me against the wall. He licks his lips as his hands grip my waist, and my eyes flutter closed as his leg comes between my thighs.
“I can’t tell if you’re asking to be punished,” he growls. “Or if you truly enjoy disobeying me.”
“I’m sorry,” I tell him, a heavy ache bearing down on my chest as my eyes flick between his, trying to decipher his hurt expression.
He’s disappointed—and that thought kills me.
“Youliedto me that night. I asked, and you said you weren’t,” he growls, his quiet rage sending chills down my spine.
“I’m sorry!” I tell him, my voice breaking. I place a hand on his chest, and I realize too late that it’s shaking. “I shouldn’t have lied.”
I snap my mouth shut, knowing that whatever I say will only make it worse. He pushes my hand away, and my hackles rise as he peers into my eyes. His anger isn’t outward facing; it’s not flared nostrils and panting, clenched fists or yelling. It’s a quiet rumble of a feeling, almost like the earth is about to open up beneath me.
Which wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world right now.
“Whydidyou lie, Zoe?”
My lips press together, but I don’t answer him. Ican’t.Telling him that I wanted him for years before that or how I wanted him so badly that I didn’t care about the pain—the embarrassment would kill me.
It would make me look pathetic and young and inexperienced, and I’d worked so hard to overcome that feeling.
“Fine,” he breathes, sighing. “I’m not really into playing games. We will discuss this later when I’m calmer.”
“Liam!”
“Count,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly with ire.
I open my mouth to ask what he means, but it becomes clear when he removes the remote from the pocket of his jacket and presses a button.
A low humming settles low in my core, and it takes me a second to realize it’s coming frominsideof me—and buzzing against my clit at the same time. It’s low—and on some sort of staccato rhythm. It’s not enough to get me off, and he knows it.
It’s just enough totease.
The staccato progressively gets stronger before tapering off, buzzing every second or so, though I can’t hear it at all, luckily.
“This is how you want to punish me?” I ask, my voice strained as the rhythm gets stronger again before tapering off.
“Oh, little rebel. There are so many other ways I want to punish you. This is just the start.”
He turns it up a level, and it sends a flash of pleasure through me.
