Honored_ An Alpha Mob Romance(43)

I was done with mysteries.

Without thinking, I walked over to him and shoved, hard. He rocked over to the side and sprawled over onto his back. He looked at me, surprised.

“What the fuck?” he grunted at me.

I followed immediately, straddling him. I grabbed his hair and pulled it hard, and he grunted with pain, anger, and something else flashing through his eyes. I wanted to hit him and scream at him and beat the living crap out of him. Instead, I pressed my lips against his, hard, and kissed him deeply. At first, he didn’t respond, but he quickly relaxed into me, letting our tongues press together, his warm taste flooding me. Desire shot through my core as his strong arms wrapped around me and he twisted himself to face me more easily.

Suddenly, he moved and rolled me over, down onto my ass, and he pressed my back down against the floor. He pinned me easily, grinning at me, his eyes full of joy and hardness. I could feel his shaft pressing up against my core through his jeans, and I worked myself softly against it, moving my hips slowly back and forth.

“Is this what you want?” he asked me.

I shook my head. “No, asshole. I want you to tell me what’s going on.”

He held my hands above my head as I continued to work my hips against him. I couldn’t help myself; I let out a gasp as he adjusted himself, pressing the full thickness of his cock against my core.

“What do you want to know, sweetheart?”

“What are those papers?”

He pressed his lips against mine, kissing me fiercely, almost painfully, and he began to work his hips in time with my own, adding to the friction. I was soaked through already, I could tell, and he kept me pinned down, kissing my mouth hard, our hips moving in tandem. When I felt like I couldn’t take anymore, he pulled back, smirking at me, a look full of lust.

“Why should I tell you?” he asked.

“Because you’re not a total piece of shit.”

He cocked his head. “What gave you that impression?”

I let out a gasp as pleasure flooded through me. “I hate . . . being stuck in here,” I managed to say.

He let go of my hands, moving down to cup my breasts. I ran my fingers along his rough cheek, loving the stubble, and laced my fingers behind his neck.

“And you think my plan will help you?”

“At least I’ll be a part of what’s happening to me.”

He grunted as I pulled myself up to him and began to kiss his neck. I had meant to pull him down, but he was like a rock wall. I felt his hand run up my chest and through my hair, pulling it gently.

“That’s what this is?” he asked softly.

I bit his ear. “No, prick.”

He pulled my hair, forcing my chin up and my head back. I gasped, loving the rough way he moved me.

“What is it, then?”

He relaxed his grip and I looked him in the eye. “This is because I want to.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear.”

He pressed himself back against me and began to kiss me again, this time without any hesitation. Our bodies wrapped up into each other, I dug my fingers into his back as he kissed me with force. He began to undo my jean shorts, tugging them down over my ass, exposing the bright pink panties. He grinned at them as he softly began to rub my spot, kissing my neck. I moaned into his ear.

“Fuck, this is so much better than those shitty books you got me,” I gasped.

“Quit complaining.”

“Have better taste.”

He rolled back onto his knees and tore the jean shorts off my legs and tossed them across the room. Then he slipped my panties off my body. My ass pressed against the cold hard wood floor and I shivered softly. He moved forward again, pressing his mouth against my spot, his hot tongue rolling through my soaked folds, and I moaned loudly.

“Ah, fuck Liam,” I groaned, shocked that he had gone directly for me. He wasn’t shy or playing games; I knew how badly he wanted me, too.

He looked up at me. “Admit that I have great taste.”

“Never, asshole,” I said.

He slipped a finger inside of me as he began to lick my swollen clit, his stubble playing along my sensitive skin. I groaned at the pleasure and pressure, amazed at his skill. I worked my hips against him, greedy for everything he’d give me.

He looked up again. “Say it.”

“No,” I said, pulling his hair.

He moved away from me, slipping his finger out, and I gasped. He rolled back onto his feet and pulled me up with him. He tore off my shirt and bra, working my full breasts as he pushed me back up against the wall. He kissed me neck, feeling along my smooth skin, as he gently worked my hard nipples with his fingers. I reached down and grasped his large heavy rod, rubbing him up and down his length, and I heard him grunt in my ear.