Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
E lisabetta
My body is tingling, and I can feel Liam's shoulder rubbing next to mine. Even though my eyes are closed, I can tell that he's staring at me. I wonder if he's as turned on as I am. I want to giggle because that's a stupid question. I already know the answer. I felt how hard he was as I gyrated back and forth on his hard cock.
I try not to moan as I think about him. I feel his fingers on my stomach and I still.
"Sleeping again, Elisabetta?" he asks softly.
My eyes fly open, and I turn to look at him. "Why?" I ask him, raising a single eyebrow. I stare into his teasing blue eyes, and I can't help but look further down his body at his tan, gorgeous, muscular chest, and then further still. His cock is beautiful, and that's not a word I've ever used to describe a cock before. But it's long and thick, and he manscapes well.
My eyes fly back to his, and I can tell he knows what I was doing.
"Did you like what you saw?"
"It was okay," I say. "I've seen better."
"Liar."
He rolls onto his side and brings his finger up to my nose.
"That will grow, you know?"
"Excuse me?" I just stare back at him.
"You ever seen Pinocchio ?"
"Maybe when I was a kid."
"Well, then you should know your nose grows when you lie."
"Is that why you have such a big nose, then?"
He bursts out laughing.
"So, you wanna sleep again until we have to wake up for the flight? You do have a couple of hours."
I nod. "That's what I just said until you just woke me up again."
"Uh-huh, sure," he says as he shifts closer to me.
"What are you doing?"
"I thought we could cuddle while you?—"
"No, no, no, Liam. Don't get it twisted. Just because I am naked right now doesn't mean I've forgiven you for everything."
"I thought perhaps we had a little truce," he says, sliding his arm around my waist and bringing me back.
"Liam!" I glare at him, but I can't admonish him because my body does like the feel of him behind me.
"Do you wanna be the big spoon or the little spoon?" he says.
"What?" I moan slightly as he bites down on my shoulder.
"Do you wanna be the big spoon or the little spoon?"
"I don’t wanna be either spoon because I'm not cutlery."
He chuckles. "You know what, Elisabetta Franco?"
"I know many things, but what do you wanna tell me?"
"I think that you could quite possibly make it as a stand-up comedian."
I give him a look.
"What? I'm serious. You've got so many fast quips. I mean, if you don't do stand-up comedy, you could always do improv."
"No, thank you. I don't think anyone's gonna be paying me millions of dollars for my improv."
"Maybe I would," he said.
"Really? You wanna spend more money on me?" I laugh, and he shakes his head.
"I'm just saying, you're funny."
"So I’m funny and sexy. I'm the perfect package, huh?"
There's a sudden light in his eyes, and he nods slowly. "You could say that."
"Well, anyway, I would like to sleep again," I say quickly. For some reason, my heart is racing. The way he's looking at me has changed slightly. It's gone from one of seduction to one of admiration, and it's making me uncomfortable. Maybe because all of a sudden, I'm aware of just how close we are and how naked we are and how vulnerable I am.
"So, are you gonna marry me, or do you want me to call it off?" he whispers in my ear before he tugs on my ear lobe with his teeth.
"I mean, if you've already paid my dad, then I suppose I'll marry you. I'll keep up my end of the bargain."
"You don’t have to. What if I say I'd give him the money without you having to marry me?"
I turn around in shock and stare at him. "What? Why would you do that?"
"Because I don’t want to marry someone who obviously dislikes me so much and thinks I'm a pig."
"I don't think you're a pig. I just think that you're…" I bite down on my lower lip. "This is complicated."
"I know," he says as he leans forward and kisses me on the lips. "I never thought I'd meet a brown-eyed girl who'd have me acting all crazy."
"How do I have you acting crazy?"
"I mean, I'm offering to give your dad millions of dollars for nothing. I'd say that was crazy."
"True. That is kinda crazy. All just to sleep with me and all."
He chuckles. "Well, you know, you are a twenty-million-dollar beauty."
"Twenty million!" My voice shoots up. "That’s not… Oh my gosh, I don’t wanna know. Wait, you're gonna give my dad twenty million dollars?"
He stares at me for a couple of seconds. "I mean, I don't know the exact numbers, and I'm not gonna let your dad continue to run his businesses himself. He obviously has no clue what he's doing. I know that you care about your family and you wanna make sure that they're okay. And well, since I've known you, I've come to care about you, and I wanna make sure you're okay. I don't trust that your father can be in charge of the money."
"So wait, what?"
"I'll give him enough money to pay off his debts, and then I will handle the day-to-day runnings of whatever businesses he has left."
I stare at him in shock. "And my dad agreed to this?"
"We haven't discussed everything in fine detail, but he will."
I shake my head. "My dad won't like that. His job is his whole life. It's how he's coped since my mother died."
Liam just stares at me and nods. "Sometimes life doesn't go as planned."
He looks away for a couple of seconds, grabs the back of my neck, and pulls me into him. I feel his lips against mine. "Sometimes we meet someone who sweeps us off of our feet, and it makes us believe in…"
My heart starts pounding. For a second, I think he's gonna say love. And as I wait for those words to come from his lips, I realize something that I should have known immediately. I'm falling for this man. That has to be the only reason why I didn't immediately leave as soon as he told me that he was the one who was going to have my hand in marriage.
I want him. I want him to want me, not just for sex, but for a lifetime. You fucking idiot , a voice screams in my head. How could you feel this way?
I wait for him to say the words. If he does, I'm gonna scoff and laugh and pretend they mean nothing to me, but I know I'll tell him I feel the same way. I'll tell him that I knew he was someone special from the first moment I saw him, from the…
"So, big spoon or little spoon?" he says, and I blink.
"What?"
"What do you mean, what? I've asked you the question many times already."
"But you were just about to say something." I glare at him.
"I've said many somethings," he says, shrugging. "Why?"
"But you were just about to say that you knew?—"
"I knew what?" He shakes his head.
"Nothing," I say, wondering if I'd imagined it. Did he cut himself off? Did he say it and I didn't hear? Or am I just being an idiot, hoping and wishing for something that is never gonna happen?
"Well, I don't wanna be the little spoon."
"And I don’t wanna be the big spoon. I…" I gasp as his fingers slide between my legs.
"Still feel nothing?" he says in a deep, husky voice.
I nod silently as I squeeze my legs together. He grins as his finger rubs my clit roughly.
"Liam," I say, "you can't."
"I can't what?" he mumbles, staring darkly, deeply into my eyes.
"You can't touch me like that. You?—"
"I think I am," he says as his tongue slips into my mouth. I moan as we kiss. My fingers run up into his hair, and he rolls on top of me again. His chest crushes against my breasts, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I cannot stop this man. I don't want to stop him. I've been waiting for this moment since I first saw him, since the first time he teased me, since the first time he touched me, since the first time his eyes looked into mine.
He grabs my right leg and brings it up. He looks down at me, a question in his eyes. "Still feel nothing?" he says, whispering against my lips.
And I nod. "Nothing."
He lifts my left leg, as well, and I feel him position himself between my legs. Before I know what's happening, my ankles are on his shoulders and he's grunting. His eyes are dark and heavy, and I can feel the weight of him against me.
"Fuck, I need to…"
"I'm on the pill," I whisper.
He bursts into a wide grin, and I watch as he grabs his cock and positions it between my legs. "This doesn't feel right to you, right?"
"Not at all," I say, shaking my head.
"Okay." He grabs ahold of his cock and bounces it back and forth across my clit, and I murmur and wriggle on the bed. I need him to thrust into me. I need him to take me. I need to feel him inside of me.
"Still nothing, right?" His eyes are dark and heavy, and my entire body feels like it's going to explode already.
"Absolutely nothing," I say.
He grabs his cock and positions it right there, and I know that heaven is about to enter my body. But he doesn't thrust. "Still nothing, right?"
"Nothing." I shift down slightly, and he grins.
"Oh. What about now?" He slides into me softly and then gives one quick thrust. I cry out as he enters me, stretching me.
He grabs my hands and squeezes. "Still nothing?"
"Nothing. I can't even tell you're inside of me," I say. I can feel myself moaning and crying out as he thrusts into me faster and harder. His thumb reaches down, and he rubs my clit.
"Nothing still?" he grunts, and I can't even respond to him now. I'm already so close.
He moves faster and faster and faster until I feel him shuddering. He pulls out and then thrusts into me hard one last time and ejaculates inside of me. My body explodes as I orgasm, and he grunts as he collapses onto me, his cock still inside of me.
He kisses me passionately, his fingers touching the side of my face and running down the side of my breasts. I kiss him back because that was amazing. It was magical, and I feel like I wanna do it all over again.
"So…" he says, grinning lazily at me.
"Nothing," I say, smiling and touching the side of his face.
"Your nose is so big right now, Elisabetta Franco."
"Is it, Mr. Liam?" I grin at him, unable to stop the large smile from crossing my face. I love these moments with him. It’s like something out of a rom-com movie, and I feel like the leading actress, having the time of her life. He’s the Keanu Reeves to my Sandra Bullock.
“You know you wanna call me that.”
“I wanna call you what?” I say, laughing slightly.
"You want me to call you Big Dick Liam, don’t you?"
He bursts into a large smile, and I feel him wiggling, his cock inside of me as he pulls out.
"I mean, it's not so big right now, but it was okay, average at best," I say, laughing.
"Oh, you think you're gonna get away with that, do you, Elisabetta Franco?"
"I think I am," I say, giggling.
He shakes his head and pulls me up.
"What are you doing?" I say.
"You'll see."
He moves me over his lap, and I look up at him. "What?"
"This is for calling me little." He slaps my ass cheek lightly.
"Did you just spank me?"
"It wasn't hard, but do you like it?" he says, staring at me as he spanks me again.
"Um, I?—"
He spanks me a little harder this time and then rubs my ass cheeks. His fingers slip down between my legs and play with me again, and I mumble slightly, incoherently.
"I think you like it. So, what are you gonna call me?"
"I'm not going to…" I cry out as he spanks me again. “Liam!”
“I mean, soon, you'll be calling me?—"
"What?" I say. "If you think I'm ever gonna call you Big Dick Liam, then?—"
"Soon you'll be calling me husband," he says, grinning.
He spanks me a little harder this time and then pulls me back up next to him. His lips kiss my collarbone and then my throat and then my chin and then my lips again.
"What do you think about that?"
"What do I think about what?"
"The fact that you'll be my wife for three years."
"For three years, huh?"
"That's the contract," he says. "You think you can live with me for three years?"
"It depends."
"It depends on what? How many other secrets you're gonna keep from me? Are you going to be honest with me from here on out?"
He looks at me and shakes his head. "It wasn't my secret to tell you what your dad was doing. I?—"
"I'm over the past, obviously. I just fucked you. And I'm willing to marry you because well, I'm here. But I want to ensure that anything else you do, you tell me about."
"Anything else that I do, I will tell you about," he says solemnly.
"So you won't lie to me anymore?"
"I will not actively lie to you anymore."
"What does that mean?"
He stares at me for a couple of seconds and shakes his head. "I will not keep anything from you that is relevant to me and my life."
His words sound cagey, but I can't quite put my finger on it.
"So we're gonna be married for three years. I guess that means you're gonna be getting me a rock, huh?"
"Are you fishing for an engagement ring, Elisabetta?"
"I mean, I'm just saying." I pause for a few moments. "And what am I gonna tell my friends? Fuck. What am I gonna tell Skye?"
"I assume you're gonna tell her the truth."
"And you don’t care that everyone knows that I'm your paid-for bride?"
"I want you to live your truth, so whatever that is," he says, touching the side of my face. "I'm doing this for you."
"Why, though?" I say.
"Why? Maybe because I…" He shrugs. "I don't know."
"If you say you feel bad for me, I will kick you in the nuts."
"I'm not doing it because I feel bad for you, Elisabetta." He gives me a kiss on the lips again. "I'm doing it because there are just some things you know are the right thing to do, and this is one of them."