Chapter 14
Liam
She undoes my button.
Fuck, I’m ripe to explode at any second. But not until my cock is in her hand, aimed at her pussy.
This time, it’s not just her trust that undoes me. It’s her surrender. A perfectly pure submission I never thought I’d find.
The voices move to the opposite end of the second floor, closer to the lounge. I’m almost disappointed. To see how she’d respond has me bursting with curiosity.
Lexie takes me out. I crush her mouth with mine, biting her lower lip to get an anchor before I come too quickly.
She clutches me, her hand like a silk glove.
I smack the shelf wood. Fuck, I’m addicted to her, her touch, her scent, and every move she makes.
Hot blood surges to my cock. The pressure is damn near close to breaking. A tidal wave of cum is going to burst.
She kisses me, pulling my length closer until it touches her silky, soaked lips. Then, she pauses. Christ, her tears, the intimacy, and her surrender…it all wrecks me.
She looks down, then up again, her focus locking with mine. She squeezes, bringing me closer until my crown parts her lips, sinking deeper. So close to her opening.
“Liam…” she whispers and slides her hand to my arse, digging her nails into the hard muscle. “You’re beautiful.”
Godfuck!—never had any woman say that to me. This woman, my woman…she does things to this man. Violent, maddening, inconceivable.
I deepen my gaze, my dick so close. “Someday, I’m goin’ to fuck you as you deserve, Elexia Carter. Fuck you in every sweet, slutty hole. I’m goin’ t’live between these pretty thighs. But right now? I’m gonna come. And you’re coming with me.”
I grip the base, guiding my head in a tender, soaking sweep to her clit. She hisses. I cup her breast with my other hand, fondling it, groping the nipple. She arches, hips rising to meet me.
And then…Elexia Carter stuns me. Her hips snap upward, colliding with mine, so the head of my cock plunges right through her slit.
“Whoah, Darlin’. Fuckfuckfuck! Jesus Christ!” I slam my hands against the shelf. No shame about cursing. Don’t rightly care how much anyone hears. “Fucking killing me. Dammit to hell, Lexie! Look at you—my woman. You’re mine!” I sink in one inch deeper.
My other hand twists her nipple, snapping the hard bud. A feral, feminine moan escapes her throat.
I’ve never—it’s never—I can’t tell her yet. I can’t tell her why it feels like I’m floating high above the heavens. Can’t share yet why her sexy, sopping wet opening around my tip feels like a liquid star sucking on it.
She clenches her muscles. Then lowers her hand and cups my heavy balls.
I’m fucking gone.
I crush her mouth with mine, unleashing a deep groan as my cock explodes.
It takes all my strength to pull out, so I’m shooting my cum all over her pussy lips and thighs instead of inside her.
The most powerful release roars through me.
A storm of heat and hunger and rapture. I rub my head, still shooting cum, all over her pretty clit, tasting her mouth, and then lowering my head to lick and suck her nipple.
When she grips the side of my neck, her nails so strong, they slice my flesh, I know she’s close.
Her whole body shakes with the need. Her hips collide with mine, humping me, her pretty arse spanking the wood of the bookshelf.
Those lovely tits bouncing from how savage she’s moving.
Moans unbridled now. We exist in our own orbit. An eye of a raging pleasure storm.
“Give it to me, dirty girl,” I growl against her breast, teeth scraping the nipple like ruby stone. “Come for me like the beautiful slut you are. Feel my cock against you, how much I want you.
Her hips snap upward. She jerks, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. A strangled sound leaves her mouth. And her right hand snaps down, reaching for me, gripping me, pumping me.
“Goddamn, woman! Aye, Lexie. Bloody hell, don’t stop!”
She doesn’t stop. God, I can’t stop. She’s coming while bringing me to her opening again.
This time, I feel it. Feel those hot, wet juices gushing out like a fountain, a little geyser drowning my cock.
I grip her hips, bring her body closer, and open her mouth with mine.
Her breasts rub my chest. Can feel those tight nipples rasping past the fabric.
As she throws her head back, screaming through her clenched teeth, she fists me one more time—and I explode. Never had one back-to-back. I’m choking and heaving, coming with such a violent orgasm, it feels like I’m letting the devil himself right out of me.
Can’t wait to fuck her like a beast.
We linger, trading frenzied breaths. I trail my lips along her teary, rosy cheeks, her neck, just to feel her shudder. I memorize every soft sound. Little whimpers. A sweet mewl. And a humming moan right before she gives me a chaste kiss on the cheek.
“Liam…” she whispers.
And then…
“Oh—my—God, that was so hot!”
Girlish squeals erupt from the end of the row. Guess we had ourselves some peeping girl toms. They’re definitely drunk. I grin, wondering if they’ll even remember this. But who could forget something like that?
Lexie gasps, suddenly self-conscious. I chuckle and tuck myself back in my pants, then help her pull her dress up to cover her tits, and then roll it down to flare out again.
I reach into my pocket and hold her panties, winking. “I’ll be keepin’ these. You’re going t’spend the rest of the night with my cum on your sloppy, sexy pussy. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” She falls onto me.
Aye. She needs me to carry her, so she does. Good. Soon, I’ll fuck her till she can’t walk, too.
“I might faint!” one girl gushes, fanning herself as I carry my savior past them and toward the stairs.
“Top of the evenin’ to ya, ladies. Be goin’ now. Need to get my good girl some water.” I wink. “Gave her five orgasms.”
“So jealous!” the other lets out a whiny moan.
Lexie nuzzles into my chest, breathing deep, releasing soft sighs. She’s wrecked, beautiful, and utterly mine.
“Shh, Darlin’. I’ve got ya.”
Her dress is a rumpled cascade of glittering fabric over my arm, and her curls are wild. Cloaked in shadow, I carry her down until we arrive in a small, private sitting room tucked away at the end of the hall. I lower her onto a deep, velvet sofa.
I don’t leave her. I find a bottle of water on a side table, crack the seal, and press it into her hand.
“Drink.”
She takes a long, desperate draught, her throat working as she swallows. When she pulls back, she wipes her mouth and stares up at me, her expression glazed behind the mask she never removed.
“You sure know how to treat a girl, Liam Donovan,” she sighs with a faint, dazed smile.
I lean in, brushing a stray curl from her brow before kissing her cheek. “Me pleasure, Darlin’. Literally.”
Not losing her smile, she cups her forehead, taking another drink. “I still can’t believe this is happening. To me!”
My hands find her legs. They’re still shaking, the muscles tight and jumpy under my palms. Firm and steady, I start to rub them, working out the tension.
“Need me to pinch you again?” I ask.
She shakes her head, releasing a tired, happy sound. “I think my red ass is more than enough reminder.”
“Good. It’ll stay red for a while yet.” I lean closer, my voice dropping to a gravelly promise. “In fact, I’ll have ye sitting in me lap for a week, so I will.”
We sit there for a few minutes, the only sound the crackle of the fire and the distant, muffled pulse of the party.
“I…I should probably go fix my face.” She nods to the nearby lounge with the restroom. “And I have to use the toilet. Vodka and nerves and…well, you.”
“I find your face is mighty fine, but go on. I’ll wait right here for ya.” I kiss her temple.
I escort her to the lounge doorway, her walk still a bit unsteady, but she insists she’s fine to walk.
I lean against the outer wall, trying to settle the storm in my own blood. Two days. It’s only been two bloody days, and I’m already ready to tear the world apart for her.
And then…
A scream.
Lexie’s scream.
I’m movin’ before the sound even fades.
It’s not just adrenaline; it’s a visceral, primal roar erupting in my chest. I tear into the lounge and don’t bother with the restroom door handle. I shove it with enough force to rattle the stone walls.
And I see red.
I see slaughter.
Brett.
The bastard’s pinned against the sink. His hand is clamped over her mouth, his other fist twisting her wrist until her fingers are white. A bruise already forming on her cheek. Something inside me snaps. Not hot rage—but a total, frigid eclipse of the soul.
I don’t see a man. I see a target.
“Let her go.” I don’t shout. Instead, a low, guttural growl leaves my throat, sounding like a reaper come a’knockin.
Brett spins, his eyes wild and bloodshot. “You, you’re the one who—”
“I said, let her go.”
He shoves her away, and she stumbles, terrified, catching herself on the edge of the marble sink. Something ancient and merciless stirs in my bones.
Brett turns to me, nothing but malice, hands balled into fists, bastard thinking he has a chance.
“She’s mine,” he snarls. “I saw you. I saw you with her. You think you can just take her from me?”
“She was never yours.” I close the door, clicking the lock behind me with a final, haunting sound.
He lunges, a clumsy, pathetic swing that I sidestep without effort. I grab his arm, twisting it behind his back with a force that makes his shoulder pop. He cries out, but I don’t let go.
My bruised ribs scream in protest, but the need to destroy is greater than any pain.
I slam his head down on the edge of the marble sink. Once. Twice. Three times.
Bones crack. His nose. His jaw. The sound is wet, sickening, and satisfying. He’s screeching now, but I’ve already moved my hands to his throat.
I squeeze.
I don’t stop. I watch his damned soul leave his body as he claws at my arms, his struggle weak. I don’t stop.
Not until he goes limp. Not until the light is completely, utterly gone.
I let him drop to the floor. He hits the tiles with a dull thud, broken, lifeless.
I turn to Lexie.
Lips parted, unblinking, she doesn’t move from the sink. Frozen with shock, she looks at me like she’s seeing a ghost.
I approach her slowly, my hands still covered in his blood. I don’t hide it. I want her to see the beast.
“Now,” I say, rough and raw. “You have seen it. The man who has no shame getting his hands dirty, bloody, when it comes to what’s his. So, what now, Elexia? Are you going to tell me what a monster I am?”
She shakes her head, her gaze searching mine. “No.”
I blink, the surprise piercing through the haze of the kill.
“He was the monster.” She trembles, but she’s sure. “Not you.”
I don’t lose my glare. I need to know. I need to be sure. “Then why do you look like a petrified rabbit ready to run?”
Undeniable tremors run along her limbs, tears finally overflowing. “B-because you…” She bites her lip, lowering her head.
I approach, coiling a hand around her throat—not to hurt, but to force her to see me. I lift her head, baring my teeth. “Do it. Tell me how much you want to run. To run from me and never see me again.”
“No.” Her eyes burn against mine with a fire that matches my own. “That’s not why I want to run.”
“Fucking say it, Lexie,” I press, my grip tightening just enough to make her gasp.
“You tell me, Liam,” she chokes out. “Will you tell me now that your life debt is paid and we’re done? That I tried for no reason? Because it’s only been two days, and I’d rather hold the cracked pieces of my heart together before it breaks. I’d rather run before I fall to pieces.”
The words hit me like a physical blow.
The ice in me melts into something deeper, more painful. This isn’t fear of the blood on my hands. It’s the fear she’s already lost to me.
“Fuck, Lexie.” I brush the bruise on her cheek with my thumb. “Who hurt you? Who goddamn hurt you?”
Color drains from her face. “N-not you. Not you, Liam. So, I need to know… should I go back into my shell?”
I cup her cheek with my bloody hand, smearing the red across her pale skin. I don’t care about the mess. No matter how sacrilegious it seems, I want her marked. “I’ve shattered your shell, Darlin’. What must I do to prove I am the morally gray antihero of your dark dreams?”
She lets out a shaky breath, her hands finding my chest, her fingers curling into my blood-stained shirt. “You just killed my ex, who was trying to assault me. And you’re wiping his blood on my throat and cheek. I think you’ve accomplished that.”
I smirk, leaning in until my nose brushes hers. “And how many times must I say ‘you’re mine’?”
She straightens, chin lifting, so resilient. Like a commanding goddess. “Four.”
I inhale deeply and kiss her brow. “You’re mine.” I kiss one eye. “You’re mine.” And then the other. “You’re mine.”
And finally, I breathe against those soft, trembling lips. “You’re mine.”
Fierce and possessive, I claim her mouth as I’ve already claimed her soul. I back her up against the wall, pushing her hands high above her head and holding them there while I drown in her.
Until she pulls back, her face going pale again.
“S-sorry.” She swallows, wincing at the body on the floor. “Liam, I—I’m, ugh, this is not a reflection on you, but I’m going to—”
She lunges for the first stall, and I’m right behind her, catching her hair, holding the curls back while she retches. I stay until she’s finished, my hand steady on her shoulder.
When she’s done, I grab some paper towels and a bottle of water from the counter. I help her clean up, including the blood.
She moves away from the corpse, tipping the water back. “I’ve never seen a dead body before. Or really any violence.”
I smile, tucking a rogue curl behind her ear. “You can’t imagine how pleased I am by that, Luv. And I’d say you handled it rather well.”
“What will you do now?” she asks, her voice small.
“Leave that to me.” The cool, calm mask of the Donovan Boss snaps back into place. “Go back to the party and find River. I won’t be long.”
She nods, and I unlock the door. I watch her for a second, making sure she’s steady enough to walk, before I close the door and turn back to the mess.
I pull my phone from my pocket and hit the speed dial.
“O’Connell.” I don’t wait for a greeting. Time to get rid of the crumpled body of the man who dared touch what was mine, and my blood is cold as the Irish Sea. “I need another one of those unlimited favors.”
I end the call.