“Liam…fuck…” she moaned, and I couldn’t help but grin.
“That’s what I’m doing, love,” I grunted, as I kissed her spine before I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Liam…”
“Hold on…” I moaned, trying my best to fight it, but I couldn’t. Not with her. Not like this.
“Mel!” I gasped as I came with her, before falling into a heap of tangled limbs.
Pulling out, I lay next her, breathing in the scent of our sex.
“Damn you,” she whispered, brushing the hair off her face. She looked so fucking wild, so beautifully fucked that I wanted her again. My cock was going to fall off.
“Damn you. This is your fault anyway.” I uttered, wanting nothing more than to kiss her.
She smirked, sitting up and allowing me to see not only her perfect breasts, but the small bump that was her stomach. Getting up, I pulled her to me.
“Urgh, you’re sweaty.” She laughed.
“So are you!” I replied, rolling my eyes. “And neither of us would be sweaty right now had you not jumped me in the car.”
“I did not jump you. I simply touched you,” she stated, relaxing in my arms.
I loved when she was this way with me.
“You grabbed my cock. You may as well have jumped me.”
The plan was get home, kill Harvey, have a talk. But did my wife ever listen to my plans? No. Instead, she grabbed my cock and because I’m addicted to her, there was no going back. We fucked in the car. We were all over each other in the hall and then we ended up fucking against the wall of our room before we ended up on the bed.
She brushed back my hair, staring into my eyes. “I was hungry for you and now that I’ve fed that hunger, I hunger for some real food.”
“Chocolate is not food, love.” I smirked, causing her to glare at me.
“Food is anything I say it is, Liam. Now go get me some s’mores,” she demanded, doing her best to push me off the bed.
I loved her.
Rolling off the bed, I watched as she stretched out before wrapping the sheets around herself. “I’m going, jeez. But you better eat something healthier…”
But before I could finish, she smacked my ass. Turning to her quickly, I found her smirking. “You put it in my face, what else was I supposed to do?” The innocent way she said it was criminal.
Leaning down, I kissed her deeply before breaking away. “Those are the kind of touches that will get you fucked mercilessly again.”
“Feed me and we can talk about it,” she said before leaning up to kiss me once more.
I never wanted this to end, but it had to, at least for the moment.
“I’ll get the s’mores. But get cleaned up, we need to at least figure out what’s going on with Olivia.” And then she needed to pack.
Brushing her hand across my face, she sat up. “Or you can call someone to bring it to us while we get cleaned up together. I could hold off eating for a shower.”
The moment she kissed me, biting my bottom lip, I knew I was a goner.
Damn her. Damn her.
MELODY
“Ma’am,” Monte said, handing me a plate of s’mores along with a glass of milk as I sat in the basement.
Apparently, Liam and I hadn’t missed anything, even with the extra long shower we took.
Olivia was supposed to handle this on her own, but she refused to see Harvey. She wasn’t ready to face the monster yet. You would think she’d be dying to slit the motherfucker’s throat, but no. She was bloody hiding.
Liam had gone to get her—i.e. knock some fucking sense into her—leaving me alone with the rapist. That sounded horrible…for him. He was still gagged and bound to the wall. His was shirt ripped, his leather pants were almost to his ankles; he looked as if he just came out of a bondage club alright; it was overall a pitiful sight. His hair was greasy, his mustache seemed as if it were drawn on with a sharpie and his eyes were cold.
This was the piece of shit she didn’t want to face? I was expecting more.
“I don’t understand females, Monte,” I told him as I stared at Harvey, and ate my s’more.
“If you don’t, ma’am, there’s no hope for the rest of us.”
“How would you kill him?” I asked, causing Harvey’s eyes to widen as he stared at us. “If it was your lover he had raped, what would you do him?”
Monte glared at the man.
“I would take a page out of the Passion of fucking Christ, chain him to the wall and take his skin off with whips…and for the heck of it, I’d roll him in salt.” He spat at his feet.
“You can do better, Monte.” I smiled, drinking my milk.
“Crucify him upside down?” He grinned, looking down at me.