4. Liam
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LIAM
THE NAUGHTY LIST
Present
“ Y ou shouldn’t have teased me, darling.”
Piper’s watching me through lowered lashes, her teeth embedded into her bottom lip while slowly flexing her messy toes. She’s also absentmindedly rubbing them together, just a few slow movements, massaging my seed into her skin as if it were her favorite nighttime lotion.
And all the while, her hazel eyes devour my lazy strokes.
Her possessive gaze follows every bead of come that pools at the tip before dribbling onto her skin. She’s flushed. Chest heaving. The raw hunger staring back at me makes me feel like a king—her king.
Her everything.
She’s fucking perfection.
There is another beat of silence, but then my sugar plum smiles. Her expression—every inch of her—is bathed in faux innocence. “You’re not being nice to me today, Mr. Rutherford. I’m tied up, dirty, and helpless.”
“Is that right?” I can’t help myself and rub the head of my cock across her messy toes. She shivers at the feather-light contact. “I’m being unfair?”
Not a question. It’s a statement, and my girl doesn’t disappoint when she pouts. Exaggerated and cute as hell, and I reward her with another feel of my cock. This time, I place a knee on the mattress, lean over her ankle, and press down on my length. I hold it against the silky skin and her bindings, pumping my hips three times.
And my reward? I’m gifted the sight of her hips gyrating against the air, searching for some relief with her thighs spread wide. Wanton. Needy. She’s wet—completely soaked through—and I take a moment to compose myself.
I’m going to fuck her.
Destroy her.
But first, I want all her truths .
“Where are you going?” she asks breathlessly the second I pull back and stand, heading toward my original seat. I don’t answer her. Instead, I pause near the small fridge I’d bought recently while anticipating her needs. Because this night was a long time coming. Set in motion. For years, I’ve been adhering to a timeline while keeping two steps behind her. Always close. “Liam?”
Opening the fridge door, I take inventory before bypassing the peach tea she favors for water. There’s anything she could need for the night ahead: a variety of drinks, a few snacks, and a giant slice of her favorite ultimate chocolate cake for later. It’s made in Chicago, and I had it flown in yesterday for our private celebration.
“Part those sinful, lying lips for me,” I instruct, twisting the cap before walking back. My eyes traverse her lithe body—from her pretty feet to her larger-than-a-handful tits—to that gorgeous face that’s currently pinched with annoyance. She’s fucking adorable.
“I never lied, Liam. You’re accusing me without cause, and on my birthday, no less.”
“Drink.” There’s a rebuttal on the tip of her tongue, her hazel eyes narrowing a bit, but before she can hiss at me, I lean over her and pour water into her mouth. Then a little more. Each small drip she swallows eases an ache in my chest: this need to take care of her in every way a man should worship the woman meant to be his wife. “A little more, sugar plum.”
“I’m good.”
“And you’re going to need it. My plans for you…” I trail off, bringing my unoccupied hand to her lip and dip two fingers inside. My cock throbs as the water flow’s disrupted and spills down the corner of her lips, then lands on the pillow beneath her head. For a second, her hazel orbs close, savoring the weight of my fingers on her tongue right before she wraps her lips around them.
Sucking. Pulling them in deeper—biting down hard enough to sting—before meeting my hungry gaze again. That one look decimates me where I stand.
Fucking hell, she owns me.
Completely. Irrevocably.
Same as the red lipstick she uses does its job making her look like a warrior goddess. It’s barely smudged as I push the two digits deep enough to make her gag. I push them in and out a few times before sliding them slowly across her tongue, front teeth, and then slowly over her lips and chin. I don’t pause my descent until I’m once again gripping her elegant neck.
A faint trace of pink paints a trail for me to follow, and I tilt my head and admire her.
On my bed. Bound in place with holiday lights and wearing entirely too much clothing.
“Do you trust me?”
“Always.”
“Good girl.” I watch as goosebumps rise across her exposed skin, and take note of the reaction to my praise. But then again, I’m not surprised. Every good grade or achievement made; Piper comes to me looking for acknowledgment—approval.
Something I’m honored to give.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
Lifting the bottle to my lips, I tip it back and take a deep pull before tossing it aside. Then I lower mine to hers.
Piper’s pouty mouth opens automatically, and I feed her slowly until the last drop slips onto her tongue. And when she swallows, I devour her. Own her.
The kiss isn’t soft or sweet. It’s brutal. A claiming.
I show my possessiveness with every stroke of my tongue across hers. The way I keep Piper in place, my hold on her neck firm as I explore every inch of her mouth. I lick and bite and rake my teeth over her kiss-swollen lips, but more importantly, when she whimpers, I swallow each delicious sound.
“What you do to me, sugar plum,” I grunt, pulling back long enough to fully climb onto the bed and straddle her legs. It’s only a few seconds of separation, but they’re too much for her and Piper pouts her lips for another kiss. Tries to reach for mine.
Such a beautiful sight, too. She’s desperate and wanton— surrendering to me—and I’m honored to be the last man who will see her like this.
She isn’t a virgin, and neither am I, but there’s been no one else since we met.
For her and for me.
Her prom date doesn’t exist for me, and my past isn’t lingering in the shadows. I see no one but her: Piper Christmas Valentine is the first and only woman to ever have a claim on me.
My hand trails from her collarbone to where the edge of her corset begins. Her chest heaves, breast nearly spilling out, and I don’t hesitate to tear the garment in two. There’s a shocked gasp from her and the sound of fabric ripping, but it all fades at the sight of her bigger-than-a-handful tits bouncing from the sudden jerk.
They’re perky and round, her nipples tight, and their soft rose color almost matches the flush on her cheeks. Then there’s the way her back arches in offering while her arms try to reach for me, but the binds deny her. Again and again.
Her frustration mounts. Her lips parted, eyes narrowing a bit. “Liam, release me. I need?—”
“To be patient. There’s no rush.”
“Thought you said liars never make it into the kingdom of heaven.”
I can’t stop the laugh that leaves me. She hit me with my own words, and I reward the sassiness with another hard kiss. My tongue twines with hers, groaning as she matches me stroke for stroke while my hands roam her body. Starting with her breasts. My hands cup each tit and weigh them—enjoy the feel of her soft flesh on my rougher skin.
Something years of kickboxing and training are responsible for. It’s also something little Piper enjoys, moaning into the kiss as I squeeze and flick the tight, little buds.
Motherfuck , they’re a pretty pink. Delicate and sweet while throbbing for my tongue.
In appreciation, I give each a sharp tug, causing her to cry out. At the sound, a shiver runs through me before settling on my heavy balls, and I bite down on her lower lip. Hard. A little abusive, but then I soothe the flesh with soothing swipes of my tongue as my hands continue their wandering.
Everywhere I can reach except her warm cunt.
Down her ribs and abdomen before pausing inches from her mound and retaking my exploration down her thighs. Then back up again. I stroke and squeeze, learning her every curve and sensitive area, pulling a few giggles when I skim a certain area behind her knee, but that laugh soon turns into a whimper when I nip her right nipple.
She’s so responsive. My wife.
Releasing her mouth, I push back, creating just enough space to stare down at her. “Reward or punishment, Ms. Valentine?”
“W-what?” Her tone holds both shock and amusement. As if she can’t quite correlate how the former is even a possibility, and to help her along, I trail my lips to her ear and inhale roughly. “Liam, please.”
“I’ll give you what you want if you answer one more question. Can you do that for me, darling?” My coquettish little elf’s eager nod almost makes me grin. Almost . There’s the way she shivers as my lips graze her ear—the way she swallows hard but the tiniest mewl still slips through those cherry, pouty lips—exposing something I hadn’t picked up on until now.
Goosebumps rise across her soft skin while the sweet scent of pear with notes of vanilla deepens with something else…
It’s earthier. Decadent. Her.
Trailing my nose down the side of her neck, I pause over her pulse point and groan.
Motherfuck , this is a clear declaration of war, and Piper knows this. My mouth waters and nostrils flare—teeth aching with the desire to bite her tender flesh and mark her like a rabid dog.
But I don’t.
She’s going to pay for this.
At what point tonight did she swipe a bit of her wetness just below her ear? I don’t know, but I’m taking this as an outright challenge. A battle she’ll never win.
“You’ll pay for cheating, Ms. Valentine. But first…” I trail off, nuzzling the area for a few seconds before pulling back and meeting her stare. My expression is serious while the hands on her thighs move up to her hips, stopping all movement. “Is there anything else you want to tell me? A secret, maybe?”
A flash of something that looks like guilt crosses her features, but then I’m given an innocent grin. The flutter of long lashes, too. “Nope. Nothing at all.”
“Then so be it.”
“What does that…oh shit !” The underwear she passed off as shorts tonight splinter at the seams, and the golden buttons scatter as I yank them off. The green fabric lands somewhere near the edge of the bed, and the ruined corset follows a second later, leaving her completely bare except for the lights binding her hands and feet.
Her pussy is glistening.
Not a single hair on the soft skin.
Nothing hiding her from me.
“You filthy little thing,” I growl out from between clenched teeth. An accusation. A prayer. With my knees, I force her legs wider apart, exposing her cunt and the wetness slowly puddling on the sheets below.
Slick and clenching, Piper’s tight hole needs to be filled by my cock, and then my seed. I want her brimming and full, to violently tattoo myself into her DNA.
She’s done this to me.
Destroyed me. I can’t walk away.
“Liam, please.” My sassy sugar plum goes from sweet to slut, rolling her hips in a slow, sensual tease that makes my fingers dig into her skin. My eyes snap up to hers, and I’m trying to hang on to my last shred of decency, but then her tongue peeks out. She’s wetting her bottom lip. Her bound hand crooks a tiny finger at me. “I want you to ruin me, Mr. Rutherford. I need you .”
Her words make me feel like a motherfucking king. Her everything.
“I’ll ask for forgiveness now, darling. Because for you, I’ll always be a sinner.”