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Jasmine
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I gasp at his dirty words, and I slap him in the face.
Liam stares down at me with equal parts rage and desire, hand still firmly pressed against my pussy.
And fuck me, if it isn’t the hottest thing in the world.
Little devil of his …
Does it really make me angry?
Or am I just trying to defend my family's reputation? Why do I even care?
Because the words did make my pussy throb. Hard.
And if I dig deep down into my icy heart, I can feel it burn brighter and brighter for him.
Fuck it.
I wrap my hands around his neck and drag him in for a kiss. At first, he’s surprised, but then he reciprocates, deepening the kiss with a rumbling groan.
“Fuck, Jas … you confuse me,” he mutters.
“So do you,” I reply.
He licks my lips and coaxes my tongue to come out and play. “But I felt your pussy clench … You like being called my devil.”
“Shut up,” I growl, kissing him back so he won’t remind me of my own fucked-up desires.
He smiles against my lips and continues rubbing my clit like he never intended to stop. “You love to hate me, don’t you?”
“I hate what you make me feel,” I say as his fingers expertly thrum around my most sensitive parts. “Hate how you make me want you so badly I can’t breathe.”
“You don’t even know how much I’ve wanted you,” he rasps, kissing me between each word. “How badly I’ve wanted to kiss you, lick you, take you, bury my cock inside you …” He leans up and thrusts in to the hilt, making me moan out loud. “Own you.”
I gasp as Liam thrusts in and out, amazed he’s already hard again.
I didn’t think it was possible, but apparently, it is.
And fuck me, I am not prepared for just how good it feels to have him inside me again, and again, and again…
My hand instinctively slides up his body, across the ridges of his abs as I admire his body and face from afar, eyes sparkling with love like a midnight ocean. Until he suddenly grabs them and slams them down beside my head. But instead of pinning me to the ground, his fingers entwine with mine as he fucks me with a raging passion that burns brighter than the sun.
Fuck, if I’d known it’d feel this good to do this, I don’t think I’d ever be able to stop.
I don’t even care that we’re outside, fucking in the pouring rain like mad rabbits. Nothing, and I mean nothing, comes close to how good this feels.
“Take me, make me yours,” I murmur, completely delirious with heat. “I don’t want to feel the pain in my heart anymore.”
Liam roars and leans up, still buried inside me. With fury, he looks at me as he fishes in his pocket and whips out his knife. My eyes widen at the sight of the sharp blade. He flicks it near my body, then grasps my wrists, turning them up to face the sky and his judging eyes.
I shudder in place as he drags the knife across my skin along the scar lines.
“Do you think they’re ugly?” I blurt out.
The tip almost punctures my skin, but he stops. “Just the idea you could ever think I’d find you ugly hurts as much as this knife could, Jas.”
