Chapter 22
TWENTY-TWO
LIAM
It turns out that the tracker isn’t ideal if Kat is on the move. I saw that she was on the train, but without knowing which stop she’d get off, I couldn’t drive to meet her. And by the time she did actually stop and I headed toward her, she was soon back on the train.
A short visit.
I stand outside her door, breathing deeply to calm myself before I knock. Being angry at her for going off on her own is unreasonable. I know it. But it doesn’t ease the thumping in my skull.
Keeping her safe is my priority, and no matter how unreasonable, until this fucker is dealt with, I need to know where she is. At all times.
She opens the door in a set of tiny pink pyjamas, with her hair piled up on her head and her eyes ringed with smoky makeup.
God fucking damn.
‘Hi,’ she breathes, standing on tiptoes to brush her lips over my masked mouth.
If it’s a strategic ploy to calm me… Well, it fucking works. How am I supposed to be mad at her when she looks this sweet?
She moves aside to let me in.
As soon as she locks the door, I spin and pin her to the wall, delighted in the way she squeaks.
Sliding a hand into her hair, I tip her head roughly, bending so my face is close to hers. ‘How am I supposed to look after you if you don’t tell me where you’re going?’
‘I had to speak with Martha, and I wanted to do it alone.’
‘Your wants are going to get you hurt.’
Her eyes glitter as she looks down to where my mouth would be, before meeting my gaze again. ‘Maybe I want it to hurt.’
Well fuck. The little devil is going to be the death of me.
‘You want me to hurt you?’ I’d had enough sex that had hurt me inflicted on me to not realise people might want it.
‘I want to be consumed by you. All this torment you have, I want you to turn it into lust.’
‘You want me to fuck you? Roughly?’ While my brain might not understand, my body reacts to the idea. I wrap my fingers around her throat and press my body flush to hers, grinding my hardening dick against her. ‘You want this?’
‘Yes,’ she whispers. ‘I want you to teach me not to do it again.’
I close my eyes for a second, feeling the blood coursing through me. ‘I’d never punish you, Kat, I know how that feels.’
Her hand cups my jaw. ‘I want to feel you everywhere. Your tongue, your teeth, your cock. I want to feel your impression on my skin wherever I go. All this need and hunger you have in you, bubbling below the surface, give it to me. I’m greedy for it.’
My resolve is crumbling. Because I ache to possess all of her. To take and to mark.
‘Promise me you’ll tell me to stop if it gets too much,’ I say.
‘It won’t.’
‘I’ve been on the other side of rough, Kat. I can only do this if you promise to tell me to stop if you need to.’
She gives a soft smile. ‘I love that even here you want to protect me. I promise I’ll tell you if it’s too much. But it won’t be. What happened left its mark on me, too, and I need you to know what I am. From the outside, I might seem well adjusted, but I crave things I shouldn’t.’
Scooping her ass with one hand, while keeping my other on her throat, I lift her against the wall, spreading her thighs with my body. Arching my hips, I grind my hard cock against her sweet cunt through our clothes. The way her body trembles makes me groan.
‘Tell me what you crave, darling.’
‘I want to be claimed. I need you to use me like I belong to you.’
I let out a growl, tightening my fingers. ‘You do belong to me, Kat. Ever since the day we met, I knew you’d be mine. Others may have pleased you in my absence, but from now on, you’ll be coming for me, and me alone.’
I want to rip off my fucking mask so I can kiss her and taste her, but I’m not ready.
‘And if another man so much as looks at you, I’ll rip his fucking eyes out.’
The moan she gives when I say that surprises me.
‘And what if they touch me?’ she whimpers, arching her back to tease at the head of my dick.
‘I’ll flay their skin from their hands.’
‘Please give me your cock,’ Kat begs, wriggling against me in a way that makes it very hard to resist. I should probably ask about birth control or condoms, but I want to feel her. To fill her.
Letting go of her throat, I undo my trousers, pulling my dick free. It’s solid and veined, the tip gleaming wet for her. I can’t wait any longer. Yanking her pyjama shorts off, I position her back against the wall, lifting her and placing the head of my cock at her entrance.
My hand trembles as I wait there, looking into her pretty blue eyes.
‘You’re my first. Like this. Out of choice.’ I mumble the words, embarrassed.
‘I love that,’ Kat says, lifting her hands to either side of my face. ‘You can’t do it wrong.’
I press forward, just enough to fit the head of my cock inside her. I’m engulfed with heat, and it takes everything not to thrust home. But I want to savour every second.
Her mouth parts, and she tries to steal another inch, arching her back. I slide my hand back around her throat and squeeze. ‘I’m going to take what I want, darling. And I want to feel every fucking inch go in.’
She gives a filthy little moan as I sink a little deeper, her eyes widening as I splay her around me.
‘It’s so thick.’
I don’t know if she means that as a good thing. A thick dick was never a good thing for me… She must see the uncertainty in my eyes.
‘I want it all,’ she whimpers, threading her fingers around the back of my neck, burying them in my hood.
The sensation of sliding into her is dizzying. She’s so hot and wet, and I swear she throbs around me. It feels like finally finding the place I belong. With her. Inside her.
‘You’re the piece that’s been missing,’ I moan, as I give her another inch, delighting in the way it makes her shudder. ‘You’re my home.’
‘I need your name,’ she begs. ‘I need to know what to moan.’
It’s risky. I don’t know how much she’s discussed Ellie’s brother with her.
If she has at all. But the name I gave in foster care and have used since is William, though my real name is Liam.
At eight, I thought myself clever to use a different name, thinking that it would protect me from being linked with Kat, and thus protect her.
‘Liam,’ I say, slowly sinking into her until I can go no further, the word catching in my throat.
‘Liam,’ she repeats in a low moan that unseats my entire world. My name on her lips is more than I could ever wish for.
I pull out to the tip, before sinking back into her, scooping my hips and delighting in the way it makes her quake. ‘Say it again.’
‘Liam.’
‘Fuckkkkk,’ I moan, each stroke of my dick making me see the stars.
Lifting her from the wall, I walk us over to the kitchen counter and throw her onto it, stomach against the cold laminate.
God, her ass is perfect, all spread for me, her cunt glistening.
Fisting my dick, I rub it along the length of her, gathering up all her wetness on the head before thrusting back into her, hard enough that she gives a squeak.
‘This cunt is mine,’ I growl against the back of her head. ‘Say it.’
‘My cunt belongs to you,’ she cries as I thrust again, jarring her hips against the counter.
‘I’m going to fill it until bursting, and watch as you drip with my cum.’
‘Yesssssss.’
I need more. Leaning forward, I thread my fingers into her hair and pull, giving me a harsh purchase on her.
The pleasure rolling through my body steals my breath; it’s hard to believe that fucking could feel so good.
It was always nothing but pain and guilt, but with Kat, fuck, it’s like a slice of heaven right here on earth.
The urge to try everything hits me. I want to see her swallow my dick. I want to taste her.
I slow my pace, worried I’ll come too quickly if I keep pounding her.
Adjusting my angle, I piston slowly, watching her body react.
She gives the sweetest whimpers when I straight up fuck her, but when I slow down and angle deeper, scooping my hips, it’s like she’s possessed.
Her whimpers become guttural moans, and her whole body shakes.
‘Oh god, Liam,’ she groans.
‘You’re so perfect. Spread out for me. Mine to use. Your cunt all red and swollen.’ I could never have imagined how delightful she’d be beneath me.
Pulling out, I watch as her pussy contracts, suddenly empty after being spread to thoroughly. ‘On your back, darling.’
She twists over, spreading her thighs wide like she expects me to keep fucking her, but I walk around to the other side of the counter, pulling her down roughly until her head is over the edge.
I smear her juices on her lips with my cock. Instead of disgust, she licks at our combined taste.
‘Filthy girl,’ I groan. Her tongue swipes around the tip, and I have to clutch the countertop to stop my knees from giving way. ‘Open up for me.’
My piercing glints against her tongue until I press forward, sinking into her waiting mouth. Between the movement of her tongue and the way she sucks me in, I can hardly breathe.
I move my hips, slowly at first, as I focus on the way her lips flare around my veined cock. The sound is salacious as I push harder, deepening the stroke; her panting and gurgling have me feral.
‘Come on, darling, you can do better than that. Take it all.’
Her hands grip the counter as I sink deeper, hitting a tight ring.
Holding there, I tug down her pyjama top and pinch her nipples hard.
When she cries out around my dick, I push the rest of my cock into her mouth, the tip sinking into her throat, a visible lump in her neck.
The rush of power I feel is heady, my balls gathering and threatening to coat her pretty throat.
I hold there, breathing until the moment passes, before I rock my hips. Saliva splutters from her and coats my thighs, dripping down into my trousers, which still grip my legs.
Pleasure coils as I alternate between shallow fucking, and deep thrusts into her throat. Every moan she gives vibrates around me, making me close my eyes and groan.
Reaching over her body, I hook two fingers into her empty cunt and pull, trapping her against my balls.
‘Oh, Kat, we’re just getting started.’