I laughed softly, my whole body tingling with pleasure.
“What?” he said.
“Nothing.”
I could feel him smile as we both lay there panting.
“Didn’t expect that,” he said softly.
“Neither did I.”
He tilted his head toward me. “Not complaining, though.”
“Good.” I sat up and slowly got to my feet. He crooked one arm behind his head and looked up at me, his eyes taking in my body.
“In a hurry?”
“I’m going to use the bathroom. When I’m back, you’re going to tell me what all this shit is.”
His face darkened. “Is that why you fucked me?”
I clenched my jaw. “I’m not whoring myself out for information, you fucking dickhead.”
“Sorry,” he said softly, expression softening. “I’m used to people doing shit like that.”
“I’m not some mob slut or whatever.”
His eyes took in my naked body and a grin replaced his guilty look.
“That’s definitely true.”
“You’re impossible.”
Before he could respond, I turned and walked out of the room and into the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it. I sat down on the toilet seat, put my head in my hands, and breathed deeply. I didn’t know why or what it meant, but I couldn’t stop myself. I was still so amped up from everything, and I needed to calm myself down. I didn’t want him to worry, because those few moments of pleasure, with Liam pressed inside me, were the best moments I’d had in what felt like a long time.
Even before I was nearly murdered in my own home. I had a decent life, but there wasn’t much to it; I had Petey and a few friends, but that was it. There was nothing special, no passion or excitement, just the daily drudgery of getting up in the morning and going to bed at night. I knew exactly what was going to happen when I got home from work, and the routine barely ever changed. I knew where I’d sit and what I’d watch, and that happened day after day. I loved my job, and I got a real sense of satisfaction from it, but that could only take you so far. There needed to be something else, some spark to set it all ablaze. For the first time in a long time, Liam felt like that spark.
But the circumstances were all fucked up. I was practically his prisoner, though I knew he was protecting me. I was wild and lost and hunted, and as much as I wanted him and knew he’d never let anything bad happen to me, I was afraid of him. He was from a family of criminals, violent and dangerous men. And that terrified me. I knew there was more to him, something else underneath his strength and his violence, but I didn’t know what it was. I couldn’t seem to find it.
As I stood and sighed, I knew I’d have to keep digging. I needed to strip him of his defenses, try to lay him as bare as I felt.
I was going to get what I wanted. I was determined not to be a victim anymore.
Chapter Seventeen: Liam
I pulled the condom from my still-hard dick and dropped it in a trashcan in the bedroom. I walked back into the empty room with the papers and slipped my boxers and my T-shirt back on, sitting down with my back against the wall.
I hadn’t expected her to come on to me like that. At first, I thought she was going psycho on me, and that I was going to have to subdue her or some shit. But then her lips were on mine, and I felt those perfect tits, and I couldn’t stop myself. I knew I should’ve stopped, knew that it was wrong to take advantage of her, or whatever the fuck it was, but I didn’t have that kind of strength. Especially not when her lips were wrapped around my dick.
Fuck, but she was perfect. Everything, from her hips down to the noises she made. I felt my cock stirring again, like I was some horny teenager, just at the thought of her.
I sighed, cursing myself. I’d known I had already been compromised, way too involved with her, but at least I hadn’t been fucking her. I mean, I had definitely wanted to, kept picturing her soft lips wrapped around my shaft, but shit. I had been controlling myself, trying to do the right thing.
But it felt so fucking good to do the wrong thing.
I heard the toilet flush and the faucet run in the other room, and I knew I didn’t have long to decide what I was going to tell her. I wasn’t sure if it was safe for her to know the plan; if they caught her, they could use what she knew as leverage. But then again, I felt like I did at least owe her something. And it wasn’t just because she sucked my dick like it was meant to be inside her mouth. She had been through some pretty intense shit, and she was still acting strong despite it.
I shook my head. I couldn’t keep bullshitting her. I couldn’t keep jerking her around. It was time to let her be a part of everything. Fuck, she already was a part of everything, and her life was as much on the line as mine was. The difference was, I had all the power, and she was stuck watching TV all day. Maybe knowing what was happening would be some small comfort, at least.