A Dom is Forever (Masters and Mercenaries #3)(17)

“You’re scaring me.” She put her hands up as though that could possibly stop him.

“And I think you’re insulting me.” He came up with two ideas she could possibly have about him. Both of them insulting. Neither of them right. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but do you think I’m indigent and need a handout?”

She huffed, her eyes on her hands. “No. Obviously not. You’re very well dressed. You obviously have money.”

So it was door number two. “And you think I get it by hustling women out of cash. You think if you invite me upstairs, you’re agreeing to have sex with me for money. Tell me something, little girl, just how much would I have charged?”

The sub thought he was a hustler, did she? The thought didn’t sit well. Somewhere in the back of his head he knew he should be laughing this off, but it just made him angry. She was so sweet and innocent, and he was just a nasty, disgusting brute. It hit way too close to home.

“Does it help if I thought you would be worth a lot, and I was worried I didn’t have the money?” Those big eyes looked up, wide and slightly afraid, but there was a hint of sass to her words.

He pressed his advantage, crowding her until their bodies came together. “Well now, Avery. If a man is going to get accused of being a prostitute, the very least you can do is accuse him of being an expensive one. And no. I wasn’t going to charge you, but I was damn straight going to get in your pants.”

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” she started.

But he was done talking to her. Talking to her all day had just made her think he was so dumb he couldn’t find work that didn’t involve his dick. The fact that she was his work and she definitely involved his dick didn’t matter. All that mattered now was making a damn good impression on the lady.

Before she could get another word in, he swooped in, lowering his head and pressing his lips to hers.

He’d already planned their first kiss. He’d viewed it like a coach planning a football play. He’d gone over every instant in his head, each move meant to gain maximum trust from Avery. Gentle. Soft.

All that careful planning was blown straight out of the water the minute his lips touched hers. He was overwhelmed with the need to dominate. His hands came up, tangling in that soft cloud of hair and forcing her head back so he could take her mouth. His lips pressed to hers, molding over that bee-stung bottom lip. He sucked it into his mouth, drawing his tongue across it. So plump and firm. He wanted to suck on it and give her a little nip. Yeah, she might like a little bite of pain. God knew he did.

“Open your mouth for me,” he demanded. He could force her to do it, but he wanted her submission. He wanted her willing. He fully intended to walk away, but he wanted her hot and desperate first. He wanted her thinking about him all f*cking night long.

“I don’t think…” She sounded breathless. Her hands were still on his chest, but she wasn’t pushing at him. In fact, her hands were moving against his chest almost restlessly. “God, I need to stop thinking.”

She turned her head up, and it was all the invitation he needed. He took her mouth, those sexy lips opening for him. His tongue surged inside, and she was every bit as sweet and hot as he’d thought she would be. He slanted his mouth over hers, coaxing her tongue with his.

She was still for a long moment, utterly motionless in his arms, but then her tongue slid along his almost shyly as though she’d forgotten somewhere along the way how to play this particular game, but she was willing to try.

Her arms drifted up, and he could feel her lifting herself on her toes, throwing herself into the kiss. Pure lust pounded through Liam’s system as she opened herself to him.

This. This was what he’d wanted since the first moment he’d seen her. This sweet, perfect harmony that flowed between them. There was no wall up now, no wariness. It was like she’d been in the Tube station when she’d been afraid to get separated from him. She clung to him like he was her lifeline, like he was the only thing between her and being utterly swept away.

And he liked it. He’d never wanted a clingy woman. He didn’t have anything to offer them. It was why he chose women who knew the score, who knew that it was all just a fun game and the only thing that they could ever get out of him was momentary pleasure.

Avery didn’t even know what the game was called.

And it didn’t matter. In that moment, all that mattered was that she was submitting and he could get inside her. Once he was inside her, he would have her. He would make damn sure if she was involved in this mess that she picked the right f*cking side to come down on. She would do it because he would wrap her in so much pleasure that her loyalty would belong to him and him alone.

He pressed his cock against her belly so there could be no doubt what was going to happen between them. He didn’t want her money. He wanted her body and her secrets. Yes, he would settle for those.

Her arms tightened, and he could feel her breasts thrusting up against his chest as her leg startled to tangle with his. Control. He was losing his, and it seemed she wasn’t far behind.

And then her leg buckled, her whole body sagging.

Liam tightened his hold and kept her upright, but the moment was broken.

And he’d damn near f*cked her right on the street in front of Liverpool station for all to see. The bloody police station was not a block away, and he was nearly going at her in public. What the f*ck had just happened?