The Untouchables(12)

“No, Liam, I’m so close…” she moaned as my cock slowly slid in and out of her. She became wetter each time, dripping down her thighs and even onto my hands.

I pulled her hair back, forcing her to look me in the eyes. “You don’t control this. I do. And you’ve pissed me off, wife.”

She, of course, slapped me, and I smiled to myself as I pulled out completely and rubbed myself against her slick, wet folds. She shook with need, she was so close.

“Say it, Melody. I’m getting off just by watching you squirm.”

Just fucking say it, Jesus Christ this was killing me.

“I can’t, because I hate you right now,” she said through gritted teeth, just to piss me off.

I flipped her around and without a care in the world, I took hold of her ass. As I spread her cheeks apart, she braced herself against the wall and I smirked. “Don’t you dare move,” I commanded.

I gripped on to her breasts, her nipples hard in my palms I slid into pressing us both against the wall.

“This is all for me. My pleasure.” I grunted as I took her hard and rough, thrusting deeper and deeper into her ass.

One of my hand grabbed hers above her head holding on to it as I kissed the back of her neck.

“Melody!” I came inside her.

When I released her, her legs gave out, forcing her to rest against the wall. “Damn it, LIAM!”

She sat there, naked, frustrated and covered in sweat, blood and my seed…I’d never been prouder.

Adjusting myself, I took a few deep breaths before I glared down at her. “I have a bullet wound I need to attend to, along with a cousin I need to kill. You’re pissed, I understand, but all your anger isn’t for me. If I could do it all over again, I still wouldn’t tell you. If this is how you reacted because of me withholding information, imagine what you would have done before. We have too much riding on our public image right now for you to become a homicidal bitch.”

I was so infuriated with her, damn it! The pain in my thigh was only starting to sink in now, now that the adrenaline was wearing off from the haze of our fight and sex. When she was pissed, she should use her motherfucking words and not her gun, at least for me. Here we were, ten steps back, when we didn’t have the time to back pedal.

“Don’t go,” she said when I opened the door to leave.

“Maybe you forgot, but you shot me, I have a wound—”

“Liam—”

She looked to me and I could see she was finally calm…hurt and calm.

“I’m going to need stitches.” I muttered, as I moved back over to where she was and took a seat on the ground again. Pain flared up my body and I winced.

“I’ll call Coraline for a med kit and clothes,” she whispered as she took off my pants and used the torn part of her dress to wrap the wound.

She didn’t look up at me and I didn’t push her. I closed my eyes.

“The first time I kissed you, I was shot in the thigh. The first time we had sex, I was shot in arm. You seem to like me bloody, Mrs. Callahan.”

“I just like you,” she stated, and I opened my eyes to find her kneeling between my legs, still naked, her hair tousled, eyes wild, and she was covered in cuts and scrapes from our fight. She was beautifully savage in this moment. “I still think you were wrong for keeping this from me.”

“And I do not. So we’re at an impasse then. I do believe you and I have a special system for dealing with our issues.”

“We’ve already fucked it out, Liam.”

“Just because I’m sitting here doesn’t mean I’m not still annoyed with you, wife…believe me, there is plenty left for us to fuck out.” I winked at her.

With both of us naked in each other’s arms, there was nothing we couldn’t get through.





MELODY

The moment I got out of the hotel bathroom, I came face to face with a very ticked off Coraline in the ruins of the room. I sighed, closing the door for Liam to finish up.

“I brought you a change of clothes and there’s a car in the back, waiting to take you home to avoid the press. The gala is winding down, but some people are still lingering.” She pointed to the bag hanging on what was left of the mirror fame.

I didn’t say a word, I simply stepped over the shards of glass.

“One more thing,” she said.

When I turned back to her, she slapped me right across the face. My head snapped back, and the side of my face burned like hell, but I said not a word as I regarded her.

“You’ve messed with my husband long enough. You could have killed him, but you were so blinded…”

Grabbing hold of her neck, I pulled her to my face.