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Liam tightened his grasp around my waist, and I could feel him, really feel him. He was growing against me while each of his fingers sunk deeper into my flesh. He pulled my thumb out of my mouth after erasing his uncontrolled expression. His whole face was an ode to lust that, in a split second, turned thirsty for punishment.
“I’m trying to keep a fucking promise here, Jamie. I can’t do it if you keep acting like this!” Liam was beyond pissed, yelling straight to my face. Maybe if I were sober I’d be flinching at his tone, but I wasn’t, and I was craving that punishment just as much as he was. “Don’t provoke me.”
And just like that, Liam released me. The coldness of that gesture made every bit of me boil inside. He was turning away again, but I knew it was the last thing he wanted to do. That I wanted him to do.
I couldn’t help the smirk from spreading across my lips as I realized just how hard I could get to him, too. The lack of inhibition that came with being a little drunk took away the perception of hazard, too. The lifeline between my brain and decorum was unplugged, and I was more than ready to take the plunge.
“I found him!” I shouted towards him.
“What?” He turned back in confusion, not knowing what I was talking about.
“You asked me to tell you if I found the right guy to show me how it’s really done, remember? Sex…” If Liam was angry before, he just took a sharp left to the psychotic lane now.
It took him only two long, hard strides, and he was up in my face again, the vein on his forehead bulging in anger, “YOU DON’T EVEN FUCKING KNOW THE GUY!”
I had no idea where all this courage came from, but I grabbed a handful of his hair right at the base of his neck and tightened my grip to get his attention, pulling him down towards me so I could reach his ear to whisper, “Not him. You.”
I pulled back to assess the damage and take in his expression, eager to see his reaction to my words, but there was none. Instead, he pulled me into him again, placing his lips on my ear so that he only had to whisper to be heard.
“What are you saying, Miss Harden? I need proper words. No half sentences waiting for me to fill in the blanks. If you want something, ask for it.”
“Show me how it’s done, Liam. Show me exactly what I’m missing.”
“Still not enough.”
I swallowed hard, pushing the shyness and embarrassment aside, allowing the alcohol to do its job and release me from bullshit conventions and finally say what I’d been craving for over a damn month, “I want… I want you to fuck me.”
Chapter 11
Liam
Fuck my life!
Jamie was tearing me right down the middle with her words. My promise was hanging by a damn thread, and she had just cut the last feeble string.
I had been forcing myself to think straight and put her well-being first, but apparently, I’m a selfish fucker that could only think about kissing her and making her mine once and for all.
Without a proper reply to her demand, I took the glass from her hand and put it on the counter. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind me towards the back of the club, until we were in a dark corner close to an emergency exit.
I pushed her against the wall, giving her no escape besides the sole getaway I was about to whisper into her ear. The last opportunity she would have to back out because I couldn’t see myself holding off for the sake of a high road I couldn’t even see anymore.
The irony of this dichotomy, her being trapped between my body and the damn wall as I gave her permission to take those words back, was like a sadistic self-inflicted pain.
She was so close, so ripe for the taking, so sinful in her scent I could almost fucking taste it, yet I was a simple nod away from setting her free.
“Don’t play with me, Jamie. I am not in a state where you can say things like that and expect me not to act on it.” I could see the heat of her body rise to her face and settle fiercely into her eyes.
“Good. Because I'm waiting, and you shouldn’t keep a lady waiting.” There wasn’t an ounce of question in her stare. No uncertainty as she held my gaze and worded my demise.
She wants this. She wants ME.
There was a predatory rumble in my chest before I unleashed him. The Liam I was taming into an unbearable submission every time I was around Jamie. My lips settled on hers with an unmatched hunger, my tongue immediately spreading her lips to savor every inch of her as I held her face between my hands. Maybe in this iron grip she couldn’t flee. Maybe in my hold she couldn’t leave. Maybe in my arms she would finally be mine.
These lips.
I was ravaging her without mercy, because that was exactly who I was. A merciless prick who’s soul had been sold to the devil long ago. Now? He was making good on that deal, flashing an angel before me, requiring the savagest of sacrifices. If there was a choice before, right now I couldn’t see it.
She tasted like rum and heartbreak. Menace and solace. Guilt and cherry lipstick.
