by King, V. L.
“But, Liam—” I wrapped my arms around my chest in a feeble attempt to shield my inappropriately clothed body of the December chill. I sniffed back my tears and choked on a sob. “I’m cold.”
Head held high, eyes wide with a loose grin on his smoothly shaven block jaw, he looked almost satisfied, while he shook his head, insensitive. “I don’t care, Kady” were the last words spoken before the window went up, and the black BMW pulled off at speed, the tires screeching as he fled.
Cars darted past, inquisitive people stopped to stare, and one even walked into a streetlamp as he gawked at the spectacle. Being physically ejected from Liam’s car made me feel like a cheap whore, and I would have bet my life that any viewers would have strung the ‘whore with an unhappy punter’ assumption together.
Overlapping my right arm across my body, I grasped the top of my left arm as it hung tensed down the span of my body. I pressed my floating black mini skirt against my legs to stop the breeze’s intention of whipping it up and exposing me physically. I already felt exposed emotionally.
For a Wednesday night, the streets of Dorchester were surprisingly bustling. I meandered on autopilot, taking my time to deliberate in my dazed state what exactly had just happened, through the masses.
I found what hurt the most, was his lack of humanity. Who in their right state of mind, would repeatedly and brutally, press against their partner’s temple in anger just to prove a point? Dammit, who the fuck would physically shove them out of the car, in the middle of December, wearing a miniskirt and knee-high boots, without a fucking jacket, to walk home at night, alone? The fire which burned in the depths of his eyes and mounted to the surface, the tensing of his jaw, even the disgusted glower he aimed at me, it all revolved around my mind as I made my way through the streets. I passed a guy sitting on a wall corner muttering in hushed voices, to whom I could only have speculated, was a man who needed his nightly fix.
My musing was cut short as I became aware of a car slowing beside me. “Hey,” a deep voice boomed through the window, and at that moment I cursed Liam DeLaney and his anger to the fifth circle of Hell.
“Hey,” the voice repeated again.
Unenthusiastic, I stopped mid-stride and craned my head to come face-to-face with a black and silver pickup; the man’s left arm rested across the steering wheel, a black flat-cap on top of his head had cast a shadow across his face. “Can I give you a lift, darlin’?”
A lift? Yeah okay, I inwardly scoffed. I knew what ‘a lift’ meant, and realizing that I’d been approached by a random stranger, who boldly propositioned me, made me realize the degree of how shameful and how much of an indecent person I was, especially with my clothing choices. God, no wonder Liam’s parents hated me.
It was in that moment, the mental fog lifted. I didn’t need a pole tattooed on me to indicate my profession. I blatantly had stripper/whore marked all over me, and men could smell it like a bitch in heat.
“No thank you. I’m fine,” I replied with an enforced smile.
“You sure, darlin’? These streets can get a little rowdy after nightfall. It’s no place for a lady to be walking around without a chaperone.” I couldn’t see his face, but my God, he was a smooth talker, and that accent…
I smiled. “No, honestly. Thank you, but no.”
“Very well, darlin’.” He began to pull away. “You have a good night.” He beeped his horn, and then he too, was gone.
Parked in its designated space in the parking lot, was the BMW. Thank God, Liam was already home. I didn’t have my keys, and I didn’t relish the idea of being locked out in that weather much longer. My arms were like ice blocks attached to my torso, the painful tensing of every muscle in my body from shivering made me feel nauseated, and I swore my lips were turning blue.
Stepping under the porch, the hallway light which beamed through the glass entranceway lit up the buzzers on the right-hand wall. I pressed for eight-C and waited.
“Hello.”
“It’s me. Can you let me in please?”
“That depends,” he countered, totally unconcerned for the risk of me catching hypothermia.
“Liam,” I whined, tossing my head back with my hands concealing my face. “Please, this is no place to talk. Just let me in.”
His sniffling was rough and husky as it vibrated over the telecom. “Cold out there, is it, Kady baby?” His lack of fellow feeling made everything clear. And it was driving me crazy because he never acted this way. Ever. How can you know someone for so long, wake up next to them every day for years, laugh with them and cry with them, feel whole and content with them, and then out of the blue, they do something that strips a portion of that contentment and trust away?
That being said, if I’d taken more consideration to his feelings, if I didn’t push it with saying I’d quit, and then on my next breath say that I had to go back for a few more days, none of what happened tonight would have happened. I was the one at fault. I was responsible for his outburst. I made him do this with my sheer lack of empathy. I couldn’t blame him. I brought it on myself.
“Liam, please. You’ve made your point. I understand now. I’m sorry. I’ll call Benny and Liv in the morning.”
“I want your word that you won’t go back there, Kady.”
My head dropped forward on an exasperated sigh, as my body continued with its incessant vibrating and my teeth chattered. “You have my word, Liam. Please.”
I lifted a numb hand to hastily swipe a falling tear. And to think I used to laugh at Brittany for crying and hiding under the stairs when a thunderstorm hit. I stood surrounded by the night’s darkness, the only light coming from the glass entryway. The already cold air cooled furthermore as the nightly temperature plummeted, triggering the stabbing feeling of knives all over my body. My tears weren’t only ones of remorse. I was crying because of the cold. I was crying because to prove a point, Liam had deliberately put me in pain.
“Liam, I’m freezing. Please, let me come in.”
After a few excruciating moments, the welcomed sound of the loud buzzing echoed down the speaker, the heavy glass door before me unlocked.
That night, I was taught a lesson.
That night, a lesson was learned.
Chapter Two
Upon reaching the summit of the steps, I turned to the apartment to see the door open with Liam resting his shoulder against the frame. He teased me with the sliver of hard flesh on display as his black shirt hung open. Had it been any other occasion, I would have run into his arms and finished the job he had begun—with my teeth. But it wasn’t any other occasion. It was the night that I was made to feel utterly vulnerable. And that was how I felt.
He hung his head, focusing his gaze on the scuffing movements of his shoe against the hardwood surface of the hallway.
“I’m sorry, Kady.” His apology was barely above whisper. But, he had the decency to at least look contrite.
Shivering from head to toe, I fought to eject my words through the chattering of my teeth and quivering of numb lips. “Don’t worry about it. It’s all right, Liam.”
My gesture was mirrored as I took a fragile step towards him and before long, I was swathed by warm, burly arms. The usual tickle of his chest hair was absent as I was scooped up and held against his chest. Still, the iciness of my cheeks was thawed by his warmth, and for that I was grateful. Shuddering incessantly, I gasped when he pulled away, his soft hands framing my face as he tipped my head back to hold my gaze.
“I didn’t want to do that, Kady. But you had to learn your lesson.”
I nodded and licked my lips. The warmth of my tongue burned at the frozen flesh. “I understand,” I muttered simply.
“Do you?”
“Yes. I want to make you happy, Liam. I’ll do anything to make you happy.”
Lips slanted over mine, the heat of his breath collided and eradicated the iciness in my mouth and on my face as he swept his tongue against me. However, the coldness of my body and mind, proved impossible
for me to respond while matching his fervor. Lips were numb while my jaw continued to quiver, and I swore I almost bit him.
“Kiss me properly, Kady.”
“I can’t. I’m so cold.”
Restrained once again by a hard, demanding stare, his hands made their way into my hair and fisted painfully. I winced and screwed my eyelids as tightly as I could, scared to witness the expression which lingered before me.
“Look at me.”
When I failed to comply immediately, he hissed his command again, making me jolt and his hands fisted even tighter in my curled masses.
Apprehensive, my long, mascaraed lashes pulled away from the arch of my cheekbone slowly…hesitantly. His mouth was trembling, but unlike mine, I knew it wasn’t because he was cold. Held by a menacing stare, I saw the gradual bubbling of anger rising through his blood, his block jaw taut as he spoke through clenched teeth. “I already feel guilty enough. I will not have you making me feel worse.”
“I’m not trying to make you feel guilty. I’m really not, Liam. It was my own fault.” That, I could actually understand. He was left with no other option. The tables were reversed, and because of that, I had a fundamental grasp of what it must be like to share your life with someone who lacked empathy.
His gaze upon me unstiffened, along with his jaw and hands. “You said you want to make me happy. You have.”
I offered him a tightlipped smile.
“Now, let me make you happy. Come to bed with me, Kady.” And with his words, the chills and shuddering that had me at its mercy, and the blood which turned to ice in my veins, were thawed and purged, only to be replaced with a sensuous trembling of anticipation, and my blood was wildfire through every blood vessel.
He led me into our apartment, and started down the hallway to the left of the entryway. My heels clicked hollowly on the flooring before he quickly turned and pinned me against the wall. His hand caught me behind the knee and my leg was drawn up and hooked over his hip. Hard, masculine body pressed against the span of my slim form and rested between my legs. I groaned eagerly as his hips dug into me, circling and grinding against the most sensitive part of my body, while his adept tongue invaded my mouth with luscious sweeps.
I couldn’t feel the cold any longer, his touch alone left trails of burning desire coating my flesh. He grasped me beneath my ass and hauled me up, the wall scraping my back as he did so. Locked around his hips were my legs, and I whimpered unreserved into his mouth before my head was lulling back, granting him access to take my neck and throat after pulling away from my lips.
“Liam, I need you.” I groaned while his hips briskly grinded into me again, his hand clutching painfully at the back of my thighs.
In a daze, he stumbled through the corridor with our mouths sealed against one another. My frantic hands framed his face then fisted into his long, dark, slicked-back hair, as my legs naturally tightened around him. I refused to let him pull away when I was lowered onto the vast bed, which sent his body crashing down atop of me, pushing me further into the mattress. My neck was the first station for his hands’ caress. Once they began their torturous decent, and his hands journeyed down my body, a tiny whimper was torn from my throat. Slowly dragging the wall of muscle from my writhing form, my panties were hooked by his thumbs and peeled down my legs and over my boots.
I watched enraptured with a lustful throb striking between my legs as he unbuckled his belt. The sound of the leather whipping through the hoops of his pants ricocheted around the bedroom, sending a slight breeze in my direction once the belt cut with precision through the air.
“I think you can keep those on,” he suggested, eyeing up my knee-high, black, heeled boots, all the while divesting himself of his pants and boxers. “Top and bra off,” he ordered.
I complied instantly, tossing both garments onto the flooring beside the bed.
“Now the skirt,” he added, and that quickly met the heap too.
Eyes which betrayed the degree of his greed ignited my body. The distance between us may have been miles, instead of feet. His breathing caught during the moments he studied my naked body, with the exception of my boots, as I waited in anticipation while he tantalized me with the vision of his cock growing before my very eyes.
Proceeding to stroke his very substantial length at a leisurely pace, he rasped, “Touch yourself, baby.”
An immediate smile spread across my face. I liked that game. I didn’t know if it was a stripper thing or not, but I loved knowing that I could tease him just by having him watching me. So I did as I was told.
Shifting onto my knees, I cupped and hoisted my tits up to practically meet my throat, giving my nipples a tiny squeeze between my thumb and middle finger. My lip found its way under my teeth as my hands dropped over my body, my hips thrust forward and circled briefly when my hand fell between my thighs. I was impelled by the growl which left the man at the foot of the bed as he watched the action of my finger stroking up the slick coating of my core.
The sound of him dragging his fist back and forth on himself as he watched me was making me needier by the second. I sighed and tossed my head back momentarily, releasing a wanton groan and circling my hips brazenly.
“Look at me, Kady.”
I did as I was told. We reflected each other’s obvious hunger as our eyes locked. And I was floored.
He’d freed his heavy cock of his grasp and pulled out a foil packet from the unit. As soon as he rolled the condom over his length, he pounced on me. He licked his fingers and without warning, plunged them inside of me. My hips bucked as I bore down onto his assaulting hand, urging him deeper.
“God, you’re so warm, Kady,” he breathed, his fingers circling me, opening me, readying me for his remarkably thick steel length, while my own feverish hands worked over his body. It was like a chain reaction. Each muscle my hand skimmed and dipped over, whether it be his pecs or his six-pack, sent them tensing and rigid beneath my touch.
Only a hairsbreadth away from my goal, I grazed through his pubic hair, only to have his untamed hand batter me away.
“I want to touch you,” I pleaded, but the only answer I received was my own protesting, feral growl as his fingers hastily left me high, and not so dry.
“Don’t you growl at me, woman,” he ordered. Without warning, I was flipped onto my stomach. Potent hands firmly clutched my hips, drawing me back so my ass was in the air, ready and exposed just for him.
“I’m sorry.”
“Shut the fuck up, Kady,” he commanded, pulling my hips back farther, and I was instantly consumed by the wet heat of his mouth as it crashed down onto my pussy from behind.
Hands fisted into the sheets, the side of my face was buried in the mattress as I called out his name on a pleasure-enthused cry. His tongue orbited and flicked over and across my clit before sucking at my core. I pushed back onto his teasing mouth when his tongue traced my entrance before ruthlessly plunging into my void.
“Fucking hell, Liam,” I called, before being pulled back onto his mouth by the increasing forceful grip on my hips. Ending the shallow thrusts of his tongue, he resumed lapping up the sinuous juices he’d induced from the warmth of my core.
With his mouth bound around me, his hum of appreciation vibrated against my clit as he swept across the swelling of nerve endings. And before I knew what hit me, my looming release was being drawn closer and closer. My legs tensed, my back arched farther until I was thrusting back onto him with desperately grinding hips, goading him to eat me faster.
On the cusp of my climax, I was left stranded. I felt and watched it fade into the distance. His cool breath bonded over my center, as the man with an expert tongue behind me, blew lightly on my swelling, parted lips. My body wasn’t the only thing left to throb painfully. “Liam,” I whined.
“God, you taste so fucking sweet,” he countered, while his fingers massaged the area between my glazed thighs. “You are more than fucking ready for me now.”
And just like that, I was i
mpaled by his cock on a savage yell. My head rolled back on an impassioned cry when he hit the ache, which had been burdening me for weeks, head-on.
The absence of his right hand on my hip was felt after I peeled my face away from the sweat-coated sheet beneath me. As quick as I’d noticed its absence on my hip, I was reminded of its presence all over again, this time at the back of my head. He gathered my hair, and my neck was tugged back when he wrapped it around his wrist. With each brutish, yet exquisite demanding thrust of his hips, the tugging grew harder and harder, while each strike upon the ache at the very tip of my void had my hands growing tighter and firmer into the sheets.
Fuck anniversary lovemaking. This was sheet-clawing, fuck-me-like-you-hate-me sex, and I loved every damn fucking second.
“Damn, Kady, you got one tight fucking pussy.” He pulled back the stringent hand which my hair was wrapped around, causing my neck to be hauled back so the ceiling was in my peripheral vision as he pummeled into me. The weight of his body, along with the sweat which coated it when he leaned into my back, had me frantically forcing myself onto his mammoth cock, swallowing him to the root as I met him thrust for thrust. Heated breath and a grating voice in my ear asked, “Who does this pussy belong to, Kady baby?”
He expected me to answer fucking questions? All I could think about was how damn good it felt finally feeling his hardness inside of me, how deep he was getting, each nerve he was sweeping against as he dragged his cock from me, then rammed it back without hesitation, and how he was pushing me to my release.
“Fuck, Liam. Harder, please—”
My neck was snapped back further so it was near impossible for me to swallow comfortably. “Who…does…this…pussy…belong…to?” He punctuated with every decadently, ruthless lunge.
“You!” I screamed. “It belongs to you.”
Hair finally loosened, my neck drooped forward, causing me to bury my face once again into the rumpled sheets and influential hands were set back on my hips. “Damn right it fucking does,” he muttered with a gravelly voice, and I knew his teeth were clenched. “Hold the fuck on.”