The Untouchables(48)

“Wife,” he hissed at me.

“Come here often, husband?” I smirked.

“I’m going to find Neal before he loses it,” Declan said, leaving us quickly.

Liam pinched the bridge of his nose before turning to the bartender.

“Your best Scotch,” he demanded.

“Scotch? Someone’s uptight.”

“Maybe because my wife is in a bondage club in downtown Chicago, with only one man beside her. Melody…”

“I may be carrying your child, but I am not one. Breathe and celebrate. Not only are we now buying at fifteen, but Chuck’s dead, and we just spotted Harvey King. Today is a good day. Drink and be Irish, Liam.” I turned to watch as Fedel and Dylan pulled a very drunk Harvey away from the women who surrounded him.

Liam stepped in front of my face. “You and I, wife, are going to have a chat later.”

“Code for you fucking me angrily?” I smiled and he took a deep breath before kissing me hard, pulling me off the chair.

“Shut up and let me be pissed at you,” he said when he broke away.





LIAM

How could one woman drive me so insane? There she was, sitting at the bar as men got whipped, and women were chained to walls. She looked completely out of place, but she wasn’t even bothered, she just sat there sipping on what I hopped was cranberry juice.

“Stop being pissed at me so we can handle this and go home,” she added before smiling.

She was doing that a lot. Smiling and laughing…in public. I knew it was the hormones; it was beautiful, but I didn’t want to get used it. With all the shit going on, I was happy that she was happy. I could never be pissed with her for longer than a few seconds before she completely disarmed me with that smile. In my mind, I knew this was God’s doing. It had to be. She got pregnant at the worst possible times.

However, from what I had learned, this went far deeper than just Aviela’s hatred for the Giovannis. And I now knew that we seriously needed to go to Ireland.

“What’s going on?” She frowned, looking over my face as if she were reading something.

“Later?” I said, kissing her lips. “Olivia wants to handle this at the Manor. We can talk after that.”

Her eyes narrowed, but she nodded.

We would go home, we would watch Olivia kill Harvey, and then I’d have to explain to my wife why my “mistress” was part of a much bigger puzzle.





FOURTEEN

“Silence is never the answer; unless the equation is murder.”

—Silent Assassin





LIAM

“Jesus Christ, Mel.” I sighed, falling beside her.

“Tired already?” she whispered, kissing down my sweaty chest. She was trying to kill me.

“Mel, we need to…” I started to say, but the moment her mouth wrapped around my cock, I couldn’t open my eyes, let alone speak.

What number was this? Fifth? Sixth?

I didn’t know, or care. Her mouth was heaven, and her stamina was hell.

“We need to what, husband?” she said, as she licked the tip of my cock and watched me lose my mind and my will. At her lips, hands and eyes, I was powerless.

“Well?” she asked, squeezing me once more, and before I could speak, her mouth surrounded me again.

She moved so fucking slow it was painful. I was dying.

“Fuck!” I snapped, pulling her hair and forcing her onto her back. My wife wanted more than just sex, she wanted control, she wanted to fight me here and now, and a part of me knew she wanted me to dominate her.

Her red nails scratched my chest as she pushed, trying her best to get me to lie back so I could be her bitch.

“NO!” I yelled in her face, pinning her hands above her head.

Her nostrils flared, but I could see the amusement in her eyes. I didn’t want amusement.

I grabbed a hold of my cock, but the bitch closed her legs.

“Have it your way, then,” I told her, as I released my grip on her and flipped her onto her stomach. Before she could even move, I grabbed her ass and thrust forward.

“Ahh…” she moaned, gripping onto the sheets.

“My sweet wife…” I called to her, as I kissed her shoulder and made my way up the side of her neck. I pulled out, only to slam deeper within her.

“Liam…”

“You’ve pushed the wrong man, wife. You can’t keep tempting me like this,” I told her, grabbing hold of her ass as I fucked her hard.

She tried to speak, but she was now in the same position I was in: speechless, on the edge. Gripping onto the edge of our bed, she held on tightly, causing the bed to rock with us.

“Oh no, wife…” I murmured, pulling her back. I held her breasts, letting her ride me. Her hands flew back in search of my hair, pulling roughly when they found it.