Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
God, it’s insane. I want to ride him until I come.
His hands rest on my hips, his eyes burning on me. “And you will beg.”
It takes all my strength to not grind down on him. My lips part, my breaths coming faster.
Good God, I want him something fierce.
His lashes lower until he looks downright predatory and ready to fuck me senseless.
Screw what I said about needing time. This feels so good.
Unable to control my body, I push down on his erection, the relief instant.
So so good.
Shaking his head, he asks, “Why are you holding back?” The dominance pours off him, demanding I submit. “Take what you want, Kiara.”
God.
My eyes search his, wondering how I’m ever going to be able to stand my ground around him.
His grip on my hips tightens, then he thrusts against my aching core. The mixture of pleasure and relief is so intense, my eyes drift shut.
I hear the elevator doors open, and my eyes snap open. Before I can move off Liam, his arm shoots around me to keep me in place, and he growls, “Don’t you dare fucking move.” Then he barks at Paul. “Just set the box down.”
Stuck on Liam’s lap, I listen until the elevator doors shut again. Liam’s eyes take mine prisoner with burning possessiveness. “Why are you holding back?” he asks again.
“Ahhh,” I have to search for an answer, then spew the first thing that comes to mind, “we became a couple like five minutes ago.”
Liam’s features soften. “Is that really it?” He tilts his head, the questioning look telling me he knows I’m hiding something.
Giving in, I admit, “There are marks on my chest. I don’t want you to see them.”
Understanding dawns in his eyes. “I’ve already seen them.”
An eyebrow pops up. “When?”
Liam lets out a deep breath. “You were naked, Kiara. Even though the circumstances were fucking horrific, there was no way I could not look at you.”
My shoulders slump, and leaning forward, I press my forehead to his chest. “True.” I can’t remember half of what happened that Friday night. Just me fighting with everything I had.
Liam wraps his arms around me, brushing a hand up and down my back. He’s no longer hard, so it’s safe to say I killed the mood.
“I’m not going to lie and say the marks don’t bother me,” he murmurs close to my ear. “I fucking hate every single bruise, but it doesn’t change the way I see you.”
Lifting my head, I try to smile.
Affection, possessiveness, and an intense jealousy that should scare me but doesn’t, have tightened his features.
Not once has Liam looked at me like I’m tainted, and I’m not about to let Finn dig his filthy claws into my self-esteem.
With my gaze drinking in the way Liam’s looking at me, I decide to once again fight for myself. But this time, I’m also fighting for what I want. Liam.
His mouth curves up. “Jesus, you’re beautiful. It looks like your eyes are alive with sparks.”
I lift my hands to frame his jaw, and leaning forward, I press my mouth to his. I initiate the kiss, and he lets me set the pace. It’s empowering that I get to take the lead, and wrapping an arm around his neck, I press my body against his.
My lips knead his, my teeth getting to nip at his bottom lip. Quickly the desire floods back, washing every bit of hesitancy from me.
Chapter 32
Liam
Kiara moans as she tilts her head, her hair forming a curtain of silk around us while she finally kisses me without any restraint.
She starts to move, rubbing her body against mine, and it takes more strength than I knew I had to not take over and fuck her raw.
Jesus, woman. You’re going to kill me at this rate.
I harden at the speed of light, my cock threatening to tear through my pants to get to her heat.
Then she takes hold of my shirt and starts to drag the fabric up. Out of habit, I wait for the dread to rear up in my chest, but there’s nothing but burning desire. She tosses the shirt to the side, her eyes lowering to take in the triquetra tattooed over my heart.
With the tip of her finger, she traces the three interlinking loops before moving on to the words tattooed across one of my ribs. “What does this one mean?”
“Tada gan iarracht,” I read the words before translating, “Nothing without effort.”
Her lips curve up, then she lifts her eyes back to my face. Titling her head, wonderment fills her breathtaking features. “So grumpy with others, yet you’re gentle with me.”
“Not without effort,” I repeat the words, earning a chuckle from her. Then I add, “Everything is different with you.”
She stares at me as if I’m some miracle that happened to her and not the other way around. Shaking my head, I whisper, “You’re the miracle, baby.”