A Dom is Forever (Masters and Mercenaries #3)(40)

She cuddled up against him. “I wish I’d been there to see that. I‘m trying to imagine you lying over someone’s lap. I’m glad you tried it. It doesn’t seem fair that you would just get to make all the rules and hand out all the discipline if you didn’t know what it felt like.”

She’d relaxed a little, but her legs had come together again and he wasn’t having that. “Keep your legs spread, Avery. I want access to your *. While we’re playing together, your * belongs to me.”

Her face tightened, but she spread her legs. “Why do you call it play?”

“It’s what we call intimate scenes. I’m not a Dom twenty-four seven. Some Doms are, but I want a partner, not a slave. I want to be in charge of sex, and I want any woman I’m deeply involved with to come to me when there’s trouble. Do you understand?”

That was important. It was part of his cover. He needed to become her lover so when the shit hit the fan, and it would, she would turn to him and let him take care of her. He needed her to not hesitate. He needed her to turn to him, to trust him.

She didn’t even know his name. She had never heard his real voice.

A bright smile crossed her face. “I do understand, but you should know I lead a very boring life. I don’t know how much you’re going to have to save me. Nothing ever happens to me.” She frowned. “Except for car accidents. I probably shouldn’t drive.” She gasped a little, one hand covering her mouth. “I can’t believe I just joked about that.”

He wasn’t supposed to know what a breakthrough that was, but he felt it. She’d likely never joked about it before, but she had with him. She’d felt safe enough to joke with him about the worst thing that had ever happened to her. A deep affection curled in his gut. She was so sweet, and she trusted him. She shouldn’t. He was a bastard who was lying to her every moment they were together, but she trusted him and that meant something to Liam.

“How about I promise to drive?” His hand was on her upper thigh, just inches from that *. He could feel her heat. It nearly singed his fingers. “I think you’ll find I’m quite good at being in the driver’s seat.”

“I’m a little scared.” She stared up at him, honest desire nearly ripping him up.

He had to get control of himself. “There’s no reason. Let me take care of you. Let me take control. I promise I won’t steer you wrong.”

“You really want me? You’re being honest?”

He was lying through his teeth about everything but the part where he wanted her. He wanted her like he wanted his next f*cking breath. He f*cking needed her. “I am. I won’t lie to you, baby.”

He would lie to her every day of their relationship because it was the only way to protect her. He would tell her what she needed to hear. He would tell her he was a man who could love her with an open heart.

She never needed to know that he didn’t have a f*cking heart.

He pressed his lips to hers, savoring just how good she felt. “Let me have you.”

She never needed to know how he really viewed her. How Liam and not Lee viewed her. Liam viewed her as payment. Her sweetness, her innocent caring, was payment for every inch of pain he’d endured. He had sacrificed, and she was his reward.

His prize was a few days, a week at most, where he got to love her, to sink himself deep inside her innocence and pretend he was worthy.

“Let me have you, baby,” he whispered against her lips.

Her arms drifted up, surrounding his neck. “Yes.”

Liam took her lips and claimed his prize.





Chapter Seven


Avery was in a slow descent to madness. Lee kept kissing her, his hands so close to the center of her body. She’d never thought of her vagina as her core, but it was blatantly obvious now that it was the place from which all feeling ran.

Her *, god she was thinking of it as her *, was wet. Ripe. Ready. She’d never wanted the way she did now. She’d never really understood what the word want meant until she’d sat down on Lee Donnelly’s lap and spread her legs.

“I want to touch you. Tell me your * belongs to me tonight.”

His voice somehow had a straight line to her pelvis. What was that fluttery feeling she kept getting? She should be more cautious, but every damn word he said made sense to her. Honesty. Communication. Trust. All words that made her feel safe.

Her * had never really belonged to anyone. She hadn’t really cared about it. It hadn’t been a part of her body that mattered. Her legs had been the center of her world, but her girl parts had been fairly useless.

Until his hands had skimmed along her skin. Every inch of flesh lit up under his fingers. What had he asked? Her brain felt like mush. Her * belonged to him? “Yes.”

It was easy since no one else had ever really wanted her *. It had been hers for years by rights of being on her body, but she hadn’t done anything interesting with it. She hadn’t thought about it. Lee brought it out in her so it was easy to answer him.

The air in her lungs fled as his fingers invaded. He split her labia, his fingers pressing her * wide and swirling all around. He pinched at her clitoris making her squirm and want more.

“Tell me what you like,” he demanded.

He didn’t ask. He commanded and it did something for her. He wanted to talk. He wanted to know what got her hot. How did she tell him that what got her really hot was him? All he had to do was walk into a room and her temperature rose, her interest flared.