Chapter Fifteen
Oonagh
My senses were drowning under the onslaught of Liam’s mouth. He didn’t kiss; he consumed my every thought and stole the oxygen from my lungs until all that was left was the sensation of his lips on mine and his tongue demanding control.
Where did the professional, unflappable woman go?
His lips trailed fire down my throat as my head fell back onto the cool window. I arched my back because my breasts were aching with desire. Every part of me wanted him at the same time.
An image of me tied to an ancient altar, naked, with Liam taking everything before putting me back together again, flickered through my mind. I wanted to hand myself over to his control.
He swung me around, one arm around me as the other swiped stuff off his desk to lay me on it. Liam’s eyes were burning with hunger as he stood over me like a god of sex and depravity. His hair was tousled from my fingers raking through it and his lips were swollen.
My bottom lip sucked into my mouth, my ass sliding forward to sit up. He watched me silently as I unfastened his trousers. His cock was already hard and ready to go as I drew it out.
Suddenly he moved with the speed of a predator attacking its prey, his hands pinning my wrists to his desk. “You have no idea what I want to do to you,” he muttered, his voice thick with passion.
“Then do it.” Did he not realise that I would do anything for him? For ten years, I’d avoided coming home because I knew I would never be able to resist him. Everything melted away when his cobalt blue eyes stared down at me with passion in their depths.
Nothing mattered but him.
“Up,” he ordered. “Take off your clothes and leave your underwear on.”
I glanced toward the window.
“Now!”
My legs quivered in fear or excitement, I couldn’t decide which. My eyes locked with his as I unbuttoned my blouse and let it slip to the floor, my skirt pooled around my feet. I bent over to unzip my boots, but his gentle touch lifted me back up.
“Leave the boots on.”
I stood in my bra, panties, and stockings. Liam’s gaze trailed over me, leaving tingles where it touched my flesh.
“On the desk, spread your legs.”
Terrified, I stood staring at him. He took one predatory step forward, his fingers skimming over my stomach to between my legs.
“Get on the desk, baby. Let me show you the difference between the boy and the man. ”
My eyes widened, my lips falling open. The desk was cool under my ass as I sat down, slowly lowering my back onto the wood, spreading my legs that dangled over the edge. I should feel embarrassed, yet arousal coursed through my veins igniting a path of seduction. Liam’s hand widened my legs as he knelt before me, pushing my lace panties to the side.
Fuuuck! My head thumped back when his lips fastened on my clit, his tongue flicking a tribal beat that demanded surrender. I tried to lean forward to grab his hair to anchor myself against the onslaught of sensations.
“Hands on the table, baby, or I stop.” His authoritative voice had me lying down and tilting my hips toward his mouth.
Liam blew across my hot, needy flesh and a shiver raced up my spine. The heel of one of my boots dug into the handle of a drawer, the other leg over his shoulder.
“Liam,” I gasped when his finger slipped deep into my core, his tongue moving over the bundle of nerves that made me squirm. His arm held my pelvis still when I began to pant and buck against his sensual assault.
A moan escaped because his teeth grazed over my too-sensitive flesh. “Please,” I begged.
He curved his finger inside me, rubbing over the delicate flesh—the other side of my clit known as the g-spot. The dual stimulation was too much, the pressure in my stomach escalating to dangerous levels. His lips clamped over my clit and he sucked, his finger circling rapidly inside me .
Pleasure exploded deep in my core, radiating out to my extremities to leave me spasming, followed by me collapsing on the desk.
Liam leaned over me, a dark, sensual smile playing on his lips. All I could do was stare at him, my core still pulsing, my breathing unsteady.
My gaze tracked Liam as he pressed kisses up my stomach to my breasts. My nipples hardened as Liam lavished them with his attention. His cock rubbed the sensitive flesh at the apex of my thighs, my legs widening in invitation.
He stood up, staring at me, his teeth biting into his bottom lip as he studied me. His hands gripped my upper thighs and I suppressed the shiver that threatened to ripple through me. Liam was still dressed in his suit with just his trousers open. I wanted to trail my fingers over his chest and stomach, but he was in control right now.
His gaze lowered to between my legs and the tip of his cock pushed slowly into me. Liam’s mouth went slack as he watched himself disappear inside me. He stretched me inch by agonisingly sensual inch until our pelvises ground together.
Our eyes locked and every muscle in me stilled. I lay on his desk with his cock lodged deep in my core, impaling me. Liam grasped my hips, hauling me into his strength as he started a punishing rhythm of deep, penetrating thrusts.
“God, Liam,” I muttered, my body on fire. “I can’t take any more.”
He drew back and slammed into me hard, silencing me. I lay there, moaning with every thrust, giving him everything. It was too much—the sensation of his cock thrusting in and dragging out, the desire sweeping through me, the desperate craving to drag my nails down his back to mark him.
Liam pushed my knees up, angling my hips to allow him to pound into me. This wasn’t sex, it was a primal claiming of my body. I squirmed, the pressure building in my stomach a volcano ready to erupt. His powerful thrusts left my core a quivering mass of nerve endings that were too sensitive.
My entire body arched off the table when he hit a spot that left me panting and spasming. Liam leaned forward, his hands capturing my wrists, his eyes boring deep into mine. There was no hiding from his penetrating gaze that demanded the truth.
A scream erupted from me when an explosive orgasm detonated, sending a myriad of pulsating waves of pleasure cascading through my nerves and muscles.
He was relentless, his body commanding mine.
I gasped as Liam dragged out of me, spinning me onto my stomach on the desk. I bit into my arm to stop the scream as he plunged into me again. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh surrounded me, mingled with the scent of sex. My feet were on the floor, but my legs consisted of jelly.
Liam bent over me, his body covering mine. His teeth sank into my shoulder. “You’re mine, Oonagh,” he hissed in my ear, hands constricting into a bruising hold on my hips. “Say it.”
I lay stunned, my eyes wide, my mouth open, and my core on fire from the delicious friction of his cock suctioning in and out of me .
His fingers dug into my flesh.
“I’m yours, Liam,” I whispered. “I always have been.”
His thrusts became erratic and impossibly deeper, lifting me onto my tiptoes with each powerful movement of his hips. Liam’s fingers found my clit with eerie precision as he rubbed a circle over my engorged flesh. I tried to shy away, but it was impossible since Liam had me pinned in position.
Those fingers made me start that majestic climb again.
Up.
Up.
Up…
He pulsed inside me, spurting his heat deep in my core as another orgasm erupted through me. It left me shaking and weak, my body nothing more than a whimpering mass of exhausted nerves.
Liam collapsed on top of me. “Fuck, baby. Are you okay?”
I couldn’t even form words.
He pulled out of me and I felt the sticky residue trickle down my leg.
Liam rolled me over to study me, his hands skimming over my exposed flesh. “I lost control for a bit…” His voice trailed off, but his eyes moved over me as if to check that I wasn’t damaged.
My fingers cautiously touched his hand to divert his attention. “I guess we both did.”
I slowly pushed myself up into a sitting position to lean against his chest, desperate to find the affectionate side of Liam. I missed his huge bear hugs that made me feel safe. We used to sit for hours and watch the ocean, Liam behind me with his arms holding me like he would never let me go.
Cautiously, his arms wrapped around me to pull my trembling body into his warmth. His lips skimmed the top of my head followed by his chin. His scent invaded my senses and made me feel safe. Nothing bad ever happened when we were together. That tended to occur when we were apart.
Liam cupped my cheeks to lift my head, his serious eyes boring into my soul. His thumb traced across my bottom lip.
This moment right now was more intimate that his cock thrusting into me. Our souls lay bare to each other through our eyes. No secrets existed or mattered when it was just the two of us. My pulse quickened and my eyes fluttered closed when Liam’s lips met mine in a tender kiss that soothed all my turbulent emotions.
“I missed you so much.” His voice was lethal in its intensity, his words slaying me as he pressed butterfly light kisses on my swollen lips.
I hadn’t missed him; I’d mourned the loss of Liam from my life every single day we were apart. It was hard to function when half of you was missing. The past few days I’d found the ability to smile again.
This was the Liam I remembered, not the hard, dominant lover. Yes, his new prowess and abilities could make my toes curl. However, this gentle coaxing made my heart beat faster and my soul soar.
His tongue slid past my lips, tentatively touching and exploring, reacquainting itself with the recessives of my mouth. He never took more than he gave in this perfect balance of unity .
Every sexual encounter over the past few days had contained suppressed violence and hidden emotions. Each of us punishing the other for our sins from the past. This kiss was pure and sacred, peeling away barriers to leave me gasping and holding onto Liam.
“There you are,” he whispered, staring at me with the expression that he saved only for me.
“I’ve always been here,” I replied in a hushed tone, when really, I wanted to say that I’d always been his. Ten years ago, I’d given a piece of my heart to Liam, and since then I’d been incomplete. Now that we were together again, my heart was complete.
I’d run away a scared little girl who was so terrified of being hurt that she believed nonsense that destroyed her anyway. I was back as a woman and I wanted to claim Liam the same way he had done to me. I needed to make him weak and vulnerable, to tear away all the defences he’d built until he was mine again. In my innocence, I believed that Liam hurt me; only now was I beginning to realise that the opposite was true.
The man he was now may ooze confidence, but there was something broken in his eyes. It reappeared there for a moment before he masked it again. I’d done that. Sadness engulfed me when I replayed my actions from all those years ago in my head. One whole day was the time I waited before I packed my bags and left in a flood of tears and emotions.
“Hey.” Liam smiled down at me. “Let’s get out of here since I promised to take you dress shopping. ”
Sucking my bottom lip into my mouth, I glanced around to find my clothes. “Your secretary is going to kill me. Look at the mess we made.”
A dark grin played on his lips, and I raised an enquiring eyebrow. “Maybe she’ll stop touching me now that I have a fiancée who screams my name as she orgasms on my desk.”
My jaw dropped and my eyes widened as my gaze moved to the door. “Do you think people heard us?” Burning flooded my cheeks.
His grin turned salacious. “Let’s just say that anyone who doubted we were engaged before has changed their mind after your spectacular performance.”
“Oh, my God…” My head slumped into his chest. “I can’t go out there.”
“That door is the only way out, baby.” He winked and kissed my nose, starting to tuck himself back into his trousers. Damn him and his perfect suit.
Right now, I was a mess sitting here in nothing but my panties and boots with semen leaking down my leg. “Maybe I’ll just sit here until they all go home.”
Liam chuckled, glancing up at me from under his hair as his fingers fiddled with his belt.
I crossed my arms over my chest in defiance and deliberately looked away.
Liam’s lips touched my ear as he leaned close. “Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are right now sitting here in your dominatrix boots and stockings?”
My eyes flashed to his and he kissed me, still smiling.
He moved around the room with the lithe precision of an apex predator, gathering my clothes that lay discarded on the floor. I gaped at my blouse at the end of his hand held out to me.
“Get dressed or my office will receive another performance and I won’t stop until you’re hoarse.”
Snatching the offending garment from him, I began to dress, aware of his eyes watching my every movement. I slowed my actions, deliberately bending over to step into my skirt, my ass in his direction.
My teeth dug into the side of my mouth when his strong hands cupped my thighs and dragged me against him. “I’ll punish you for this reverse striptease later,” he muttered into the sensitive shell of my ear. My thighs trembled at the thought and my spine arched to press my ass into him. His curse made the smile on my face widen.
I straightened and met Liam’s disapproving glare. “Ready?” I asked in a saccharine sweet voice.
“Oh. I’m ready, all right.” Liam’s tone was filled with sexual promise, his stare feral and bordering on terrifying in its intensity.
“Great.” I gave a wide, innocent smile as I bent over again to lift my bag from its position beside his desk. When I stood up, Liam was chewing the side of his lip, his eyes fixed on my ass.
“Eyes up here, buddy,” I chided him.
His gaze cut to mine.
“Temptress,” he accused with a tight smile.
“Only for you.” I deliberately brushed against him on the way to the door .
“Minx,” Liam mumbled, grabbing my hand to haul me out into the office. “I’ll not be back the rest of the day.” He announced as we walked past his receptionist.
She glared at me, her cheeks red and face set in a stern frown. My guess was that she overheard everything.
Liam’s fingers tightened around mine. Michael waved at us on our way to the elevator. He grinned broadly, his eyebrows bouncing. I leaned into Liam’s side.
“Back to work, Michael,” he snapped.
Michael attempted to look contrite, but his grin won out. He winked at me, dragging a pile of paperwork to him. Asshole.
Everything I owned was basic because my life didn’t require anything fancy. The fancy underwear Liam had seen last night and today was all I possessed. I was moving into big cotton panties after these. In fairness, I wouldn’t even know where to go to buy a suitable dress for one of Mum’s parties.
He strode into the shop as if he owned it, telling the assistant exactly what he wanted. He dropped a kiss on my parted lips before sitting on a sofa to type on his phone.
I followed the woman, throwing a confused glare over my shoulder at him.
“Sorry,” I gushed, catching up with her.
“No worries. Mr. Doherty has an account here in our menswear. Sometimes it helps to know what you’re looking for.”
“I have no idea what would suit me,” I confessed .
“Then leave it to me. Do you need anything else? This is our evening wear section, but I can phone my colleagues in other departments.”
My brow wrinkled. “I’m home with nothing more than a suitcase. I need a few nice outfits for daytime use, and I need…” My voice trailed off.
Her eyebrows rose in encouragement.
“Underwear. I work in a hospital in scrubs, and let’s be honest, cotton panties are comfortable. I need something seductive.”
A knowing smile crossed her lips. “Leave it to me. Take a seat and I’ll be back shortly.”
Several minutes later, another two women appeared with fabric over their arms. One laid out jeans, skirts, and tops. The other had an armful of silk and lace.
“Cassidy is good at estimating sizes,” the lingerie woman explained. “Changing room is behind you, shout if you need anything.”
Holy moly. Surely, I didn’t need all of these?
The lingerie was sexy, fitting me to perfection. I found myself tracing my hands over the soft texture, wishing it was Liam in here with me. The deep purple bodysuit set off the colour in my eyes, areas of lace covering my modesty while the rest was nothing more than gossamer material that was transparent.
“Cassidy said you needed help choosing…” Liam stopped dead, his face an impassive mask. His gaze travelled from my toes to the top of my head before meeting my eyes in the mirror. His jaw tightened, hands finding my waist, and head on my shoulder .
“Do you like it?” I whispered.
“Hmmm. Do I get to unwrap you later?”
“Only if you’re good,” I teased, my fingers linking through his.
“Baby, I promise to make you feel sooo good.”
I bumped my hips back. “I need to try on some of the other clothes.”
His grin made me stomach tighten. Liam took a seat out in the private area from the changing room to give me privacy. He was fun to shop with, nodding or shaking his head to each outfit. I left the lingerie choices to my eyes alone in the changing room.
Cassidy finally arrived with beautiful dresses. I had no idea which style to choose. Liam shook his head to the first two that seemed to have endless yards of material to them. The next was a red silken halter neck with a slight flair to the skirt that floated to the floor. The look in his eyes told me he liked it before he nodded. The last had an emerald green silken underdress with black lace over it that stretched down to my wrists. His eyes darkened and he nodded once.
My hands landed on my hips, my eyes narrowing in a glare. “I don’t need two dresses.”
Liam slowly unfolded himself where he was seated. “Baby, don’t forget you need a dress for our engagement party.”
All the women started to congratulate us and fuss, hunting for my ring.
“It’s next on my list, ladies. Can you get all this packaged up ready to go?” Liam unleashed that smile that made me weak at the knees .
“But…” I began to protest, my eyes scanning the pile he’d confirmed earlier.
“Put it on my account,” he silenced my argument. “Thanks for squeezing us in at short notice.”
“Liam.” My tone was low and armed with malice.
That salacious grin that made my tummy flip appeared. “Baby, let’s be honest, the lingerie is for me.” He dropped a kiss on my lips that had opened in shock and sauntered out.
Cassidy fanned herself. “That man is so hot he needs his own personal air conditioning.”
Liam was closing all my escape routes one by one. The only problem being, I no longer wanted to use any of them.
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