Chapter 15 – Gabriella
Iturned off the water and leaned over the sink. The buzz of whiskey in my veins was nothing to the anticipation coursing through me. Liam was out there. Waiting. I hadn’t let myself dwell too long on this, banishing the thoughts that invaded me in the days leading up to the wedding.
There was no escaping this now.
And, if I was being brutally honest, I didn’t want to escape.
No…. I took a deep breath, lifted my head, and stared at the reflection.
Fleeing the nightmare that was my life was a problem for another day.
For tonight, for the brief interlude where I needed to stay with the Irishman, I would make the most of it.
The pills hidden in the lining of my luggage meant there would be no repercussion.
I was going to steal a selfish moment for myself and just enjoy… everything.
I opened the door, my gaze landing on his broad back a moment later. His suit jacket was off. He stood by the window, staring through a crack in the blinds over the city. Sex dripped from his body like a delicate aroma.
My mouth flooded, desperate for a taste.
“Here.” Liam extended his left hand. Another tumbler of amber liquid was gripped tightly in his bare fingers.
“What’s that for?” I scooted over, taking it from his grasp.
He shot me a side look. The shadows bathed his masked side, making him seem whole—but not human. “You looked like you could use it.”
I held his gaze as I put the glass to my lips. Opening my throat, I drained the contents in one long swallow. Fire seared my throat, but I didn’t cough.
“Jaysus,” he breathed.
The impressed look he wore was warmer than the alcohol simmering in my veins. It gave me the courage to hand the empty glass back and reach for the zipper at the back of my neck.
The teeth grated as I tugged the zipper down.
Peeling the gown off my body, I let out the first real breath since I woke up. Cool air licked my skin, and I welcomed it after the stifling vise of the lace.
Liam was deadly still, drinking me in with that turbulent blue gaze.
I waited a heartbeat before kicking off the modest, simple shoes. My bare feet wriggled in the fuzzy carpet, finally free.
“You even painted your toes.” His voice was thick, rough with something I couldn’t name.
But I freaking loved the sound of it.
The monster struck a moment later. His hard touch snared around my waist, hauling me against his body. My feet dangled in the air. It was the wedding kiss all over again, me hauled against his muscled, unbreakable frame.
I stared into his eyes, trying to see the man behind the mask.
He didn’t let me.
Liam walked to the bed. Just as suddenly as he’d picked me up, he tossed me down. A short gasp whistled through my teeth as my back hit the mattress. Looming over me, Liam yanked his tie, pulling it free from his neck.
A thrill shivered down my spine, followed by a second when he bent and pushed my thighs apart.
“Did you put these on for me?” He looked up as his knuckle grazed the seam of the delicate satin bridal briefs.
I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth and gave him the smallest of nods. Dio sopra, what if he hated them? I hadn’t meant to dress up, but when I saw them in a shop, I had them added to the bill for my dress and shoes.
Liam leaned forward, pressed his nose against my pussy, and—inhaled. “Fucking perfect.”
I wanted to jerk away in embarrassment, but he clamped his hands over my thighs, forcing me to stay in place. His hot mouth was on my center a moment later, tongue tracing the same path his knuckle made a moment ago.
“I taste you through the panties,” he growled.
I scrubbed my hands over my face, ready to die.
Peeling back the material, Liam kissed across my thigh while he pulled off the undergarment.
He didn’t comment on the plethora of stretch marks.
When the swatch of lace caught on my foot, he clasped my calf.
His mouth was hot against my ankle. I watched, spellbound, as he nipped and scored my flesh with his teeth.
“I’ll be saving these,” he promised, slipping the panties into his pocket.
For me to wash and wear later?
Oh! Dio sopra, what if he was some freak who… who…
Who did things with ladies’ underwear?
I didn’t have time to think through the situation before he spread my legs and exposed me. Embarrassment heated my cheeks. Thank the saints for the whiskey. I closed my eyes and pretended to relax.
Liam brought his face between my legs and started licking.
I gasped in shock.
That was nothing like touching myself in the shower.
His tongue was soft but firm, rough and insistent as it slid through my folds. The tip flicked against my clit, and I moaned.
“Madonna mia, that feels so good,” I breathed, arching my hips to meet his touch.
“Hands above your head,” he warned.
I opened my eyes at the clipped tone. Without thinking, I’d inched my fingers near his face.
The mask.
Oh, how could I be so stupid? He was probably as self-conscious about that as I was about my body.
No, you idiot, it’s probably a thousand times worse.
I lifted my hands, clasping them high above my head. “Anything else?”
“Yeah, eyes on me,” he demanded.
I bit my lip and nodded.
The next strokes of his tongue were accompanied by the sound of deep, masculine approval. It was hard to say which was hotter, the look of the devil devouring me or the sound of him.
Either way, pleasure made my muscles clench.
Liam was good. Oh, so freaking good. He had my writhing and whimpering in seconds. My fingers scrambled for something solid to squeeze. I arched eagerly into his kisses, seeking the friction of his tongue and his lips.
Liam latched onto my clit—and sucked. Hard. It sent me tumbling over the edge.
With a desperate cry, every muscle seized tightly in my body.
The orgasm was the best I’d ever had. As the pleasure burned me from the inside out, I knew one thing.
I wanted more.
But as the sounds of my heavy breathing filled the room, as the cool air made me shiver, I pushed that thought away. Of course I would have more. We were married now. There would be lots of this in my immediate future—before I left.
Liam rose over me.
A masked devil in a black dress shirt.
I’ll never find another man like him.
That realization hurt more than it should.
I banished that thought. I couldn’t go catching feelings just because he did things with his mouth that made me feel like I’d died and gone to heaven.
“Open my belt.”
I sat up, shifting uncomfortably at how wet the area between my legs was. It took what little oxygen was available to my brain to undo the buckle.
“Now the slacks.”
Cavolo! He was huge. That cock was a monster, and it pushed against his pants as I pulled the zipper down. His cock sprang free of the slacks, straining against the cotton boxers. Liam didn’t say anything else.
It was for me to explore.
Wetting my lips, I pulled the boxers down. Soft skin pulled taught over the thick length. A vein bulged, pulsing with blood. He was hard. He was ready. I traced my finger over the velvety head.
The shaft shivered.
The desire to run my tongue over him flared inside me, but that was only going to push off the inevitable. Pushing back, I scooted farther up the bed.
And spread my legs.
That was the invitation Liam needed to climb up with me. Tension pulsed in the air. He lowered himself over me, warming the already hot air between us. I could hear my heartbeat in my ear.
He isn’t going to undress.
I was naked and vulnerable, and this monster still had his armor on. Before I could push him to meet me on my level, he reached between us. His fingers brushed between my legs.
I swallowed hard.
This was it.
Liam stared down at me. I went very, very still. There was only him and me and the inevitable. Captured by his gaze, I braced myself for the tip of his cock. When it nudged against my entrance, I forced my body to relax. I knew this part came with a bite of pain.
I prayed that it wouldn’t be as bad. That the surgeon’s work didn’t make it more painful than nature’s bond.
“Eyes on me,” Liam commanded, sliding inside me. His finger rubbed my clit. “That’s it. Breathe, cailín.”
Sucking in a sharp inhale, I gripped his shoulders. My fingers were the only part I allowed to tense.
“You’re doing so well.” He pushed another inch. The pressure of his touch increased.
There was a sting. I gasped, but it was over as Liam sank to the hilt. The invasion was intense. I was stretched. I was full. I was okay.
Slowly, with more gentleness than I could have imagined such a large beast capable of, Liam pulled back. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, he stared at his cock.
I wriggled my elbows under me, pushing myself up to see.
That thick cock was coated in wetness. A red stain marked what he’d done.
“Mmm,” he rumbled. “Would you look at that?”
I opened my mouth, not sure how to respond. But Liam swiped two bare fingers over the iron length, capturing my wetness—and my blood. To my horror, he brought his fingers to his lips.
He sucked.
My mouth dropped open.
Between my legs, my pussy convulsed greedily. It was primal. Obscene. Monstrous.
“No one else will ever know what you taste like, little bird,” Liam growled, and with a sudden movement, he scooped me up, forcing me farther up the bed and lay me flat. He clutched my body with a decided ferocity as his rock-hard cock slid bad into my core.
His mouth seized mine with a brutal kiss that couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than a claim. I wrapped my arms around him, clinging to his body as he ravaged my mouth.
“I’m going to be as gentle as I can.” His voice was rough, words shards.
I must have lost my freaking mind, because I whipped my head back and forth. “No.”
He flexed his hips, sinking deeper into my channel. While there was a twinge of soreness, the rush of pleasure overwhelmed me.
“No?” He captured my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze. The blue was the darkness of midnight.
“No,” I repeated. “Fuck me. Hard.”