Beautifully Cruel (Beautifully Cruel #1)(49)

Quivering, she arches against me, tipping her head back on a helpless moan. Her hips rock in time with the motion of my thumb. Her thighs shake.

“Do you want all of me, baby, or are you gonna come with only a little bit?”

Teeth gritted, she says, “I’m not going to come. Oh—god—I’m not.”

The hell you’re not.

I say gruffly into her ear, “Do you want me to lick your sweet pussy again? You want my tongue and fingers inside you instead?”

Her groan is faint. She writhes against me, starting to buck.

“No, no. You have to tell me what you want. You have to ask for it.”

She squeezes the base of my cock, stroking faster on the part of the shaft that isn’t already inside her.

Her fingers are covered with her own wetness. She fondles my balls again, spreading all that delicious wetness around so everything is slick and hot.

All it would take is one hard shove and I’d be buried to the hilt inside her.

I want it so much I’m grunting with the effort to hold back.

“You’re so hard,” she whispers, eyes closed. “So big and hard and god I love how you feel. Liam. Liam, I love it so much…”

She trails off, breathless.

Watching her lost in the pleasure I’m giving her, about to tip over the edge, I feel something in the center of my chest unlock. A black door that has been bolted shut forever groans open on rusted hinges, letting a sliver of light shine in.

Immediately after that, I feel something I thought I could no longer feel. Something I haven’t felt since I lost everything so long ago.

Fear.

No. Fuck. No. You can’t—don’t let yourself—

“Tru.”

Her name slips past my lips before I can stop it. It’s a plea, raw and hopeless.

Hearing it, she opens her eyes and gazes dreamily up into my face. “I have an idea,” she murmurs. “Let’s call this game Break Together so it can be a win-win.”

Then she kisses me, flexing her hips so I sink the rest of the way inside her. She grabs my ass to grind me in deep.

I give up the fight with a sense of overwhelming relief, as if I’m giving up my last breath.

We kiss deeply as our bodies rock together, finding a rhythm. Her thighs tighten around my waist. Her breasts bounce against my chest. She makes soft noises deep in her throat, little mews of pleasure as I slide slowly in and out of her tight heat. Pleasure coils into a white hot ball at the base of my spine.

Her entire body flexes, arching against mine. She cries out my name.

Then she comes, jerking and moaning, clenching around my cock. The contractions are so hard it feels like a fist milking me.

I lose myself.

I start to buck, driving hard into her as helpless groans work from my throat.

She digs her fingers into my ass, moaning yes yes yes as I fuck her. I feel a spreading heat in my pelvis. My thigh muscles bunch. I can’t catch my breath. My body is on fire.

I erupt with a sudden, violent jerk.

I groan and pull out of her, spilling myself onto her belly. My cock throbs with a pleasure so intense it’s almost pain. Beneath me, Tru is shaking and panting. Her chest is flushed, gleaming with my sweat.

I drop my cheek to her breasts and give her my weight, my arms no longer able to support me.

When her arms slide around my shoulders and she gives me a squeeze, I roll to my back, taking her with me.

She makes a noise of surprise, but soon settles on top of me. My cock is trapped between us, still twitching.

We lie like that in silence for a long time, listening to the distant sounds of the city drifting up from far below as our breathing slows and our pulses return to normal, the sweat cooling on our skin.

Eventually, she stirs. Her cheek resting on my chest, she says sleepily, “Not to harsh the afterglow, but will your driver take me home or should I call a cab?”

I prop an arm under my head so I can better see her face. “You’re already home.”

Her lips part. Her eyes widen. I see it the moment she understands what I’m saying, but just to make sure there’s no mistake, I clarify.

“At least for the next twenty-eight days.”





18





Tru





I stare in disbelief at his handsome, serious face. “You…you’re not saying…you’re not telling me you think you’re going to keep me here.”

“Aye. That’s exactly what I’m telling you.”

I try to pull away from him, to jerk out of his arms, but he’s too strong. He simply tightens his arms around me.

“Liam! No!”

“Yes, my beautiful queen bee. You’re all mine for the next month, whether you like it or not.”

“You can’t keep me here against my will. That’s kidnapping!”

His eyes take on that faraway look they sometimes get. That look like he’s going for a long swim in his ocean of dark memories.

“Kidnapping is the least of my sins. And I can keep you here with your agreement or without it. There’s no one who can stop me.”

Watching me closely with his dark eyes, he lets that last part sink in.

I resist the urge to poke my fingers into his eyeballs and glare at him instead. “I want you to take me back to my apartment now.”