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“He’s got the best of both breeds,” Liam says, nodding. “But I didn’t bring you down here to talk about training dogs.”
“No?” I whimper.
“No,” he snarls. “Wait here.”
His torso brushing past me as walks back up the stairs, causing tingling fireworks to dance across my body. I hear the door click, and then he stamps back down the stairs.
He stops right in front of me, his chest heaving, his eyes searing into me like twin green flames.
“I need to taste you,” he growls.
“Taste me?” I murmur.
“Taste your cunt,” he snaps, his whole demeanor changing.
He’s become a predator before my eyes, every part of him tense as if he’s going to explode any moment. He surges forward, pushing me up against the wall.
I just about have time to let out a gasp as he leans down, stealing my breath with his lips. He opens my mouth with his tongue. Tingles sizzle around my mouth, on the insides of my cheeks. He kisses me firmly, claiming me as each second passes with more and more heat.
I know I should stop him. I know I should think of Kayley.
But I can’t.
She’s so much less real to me right now than her dad’s hell-hot lips, the firm muscles of his body pushed up against my breasts and my belly. He reaches down and grabs onto my thighs, digging his fingers into my flesh.
I always thought a man would cringe if he felt the fullness of my thighs. But Liam groans and drags his hands further and further up my legs, gripping me solidly, growling like he can barely contain himself.
He smooths his hands around to my ass cheeks and squeezes them together, kneading, palming.
“Fuck,” he pants, breaking off the kiss but keeping his lips close to mine, his breath painting me. “You have no idea how perfect your curvy body is, do you?”
“No,” I whimper. “Do you really like it?”
“Silly girl,” he chuckles. “I don’t like it. I need it. Now let’s get these pants off. If I don’t taste your cunt, I’ll die.”
“Here?” I moan.
“Wherever the fuck I want,” he snaps, the fury of a rumbling volcano in his words, making me flinch. “I’d kill before I let any man see you, What you do, you only do for me—always. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I say. “But I don’t think I can, you know, not yet.”
“We’re not going to fuck here,” he smirks. “We’ve got work to do. But that’s the problem. I won’t be able to work with the gorgeous tangy scent of your pussy teasing me. So let me taste it. Let me make you cream. Get. Your. Fucking. Pants. Off. Now.”
He steps back, leaning against the wall, thick arms folded across his middle. His suit hugs closely to the throbbing swell of his muscles.
My hands tremble as I step forward, glancing back up the stairs and then toward the club.
“What about Hunter?”
“You see how quickly he left?” Liam says, a note of impatience in his voice. “I leave treats scattered around a private room in my office for him. He likes to search for them and then take a nap. Trust me. We’re alone. Now do what you’re told.”
“Okay, Liam. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Be obedient. Pull your pants and panties down around your knees and then sit on the steps. I can’t wait for you to take them off completely. Hurry.”
I moan at the fierceness of his words, then do as he says, and walk over to the stairs and grip the hem of my pants.
And then he’s on me, as sudden as a gunshot.
I yelp as he grabs my pants and panties in a powerful fist, wrenching down, pulling it all down to my knees in a tangle of fabric. He shoves me softly, using his other hand to support my lower back as he lowers me down to the steps.
He collapses to his knees and then suddenly my pussy is covered in his breath, so hot my lips and my clit start to buzz and pulse.
He inhales and then lets out a growling groan.
“Fuck, you’re so stinky for me already,” he snarls. “You’re soaked. Do you normally walk around with your virgin hole this wet, you bad girl?”
“No,” I moan, just about forcing the word out. “It’s only for you, Liam.”
“Promise,” he snarls.
“I swear,” I tell him. “I’ve never been this wet before.”
“Fuck, you smell so good. But I don’t just want to smell it.”
I feel his cheeks against my inner thighs as he pushes his face closer, and then what feels like a flame whispers up my lips toward my clit.
I bite down when he pushes his tongue against my clit, but then it’s gone a heartbeat later.
“Moan if you feel like moaning,” he snaps. “We’re soundproofed.”
“Oh, God,” I say, voice quivering when his tongue lashes against my clit, more powerfully this time.
