Beautifully Cruel (Beautifully Cruel #1)(55)

Feeling his erection pressed against my ass, my face heats. Good morning wood, you mean. I clear my throat. “Hi.”

“You didn’t run away.”

“I figured you’d tie me to the bed if I tried.”

“You figured right.” Gripping my hip, he rocks his pelvis into my bottom and exhales. “Remind me again why you’re dressed?”

“Because I’m mad at you. Kidnapping, remember? Abduction? Any of this ringing a bell?”

“Hmm. Right.” He slides his other arm under my body and squeezes me, nuzzling my neck. He murmurs, “My beautiful captive. I need to come inside you. How do you feel about anal sex?”

My eyes pop wide open and my heart starts to pound. “I’m very opposed to it. Very, with a capital V. Especially with the mafia pope who stole me away from my celebration dinner and locked me up in his skyscraper.”

There’s a thoughtful pause. “Mafia pope?”

“Never mind. I’m getting angry again.”

He slides his hand to my breast and squeezes. In a husky whisper, he says, “Let me make you come. You’ll feel better.”

About ninety percent of my cells are on board with that idea, screaming with glee, while the other ten percent set about trying to club them into submission.

Screw that stupid ninety percent. I’m in charge here, not my crazy hormones.

Deliberately, so there can be no misunderstanding, I say, “No.”

“Okay. You’re the boss.”

I lift my brows. “Really? Since when?”

He chuckles. “Since never. I was only trying to placate you.”

“Gotcha. Just out of curiosity, is there a gun on the nightstand on this side of the bed, too?”

His chuckle turns into full-on laughter. He flips me over so I’m flat on my back on the other side of him, then—as he seems to love to do—he throws his leg over me, pinning me down.

Gazing down at me with soft eyes and a sleepy smile, he says, “There you are.”

Jesus. Why does he have to be so damn beautiful? It makes everything so much worse.

“Are you always this happy after you abduct an unsuspecting victim?”

“No,” he says softly. “I’m happy because I’m waking up to you.”

Shit. He’s in charming mode. Wary, I narrow my eyes at him.

“Don’t look so suspicious, it’s true.”

“When I don’t come home, Ellie will call the police.”

He trails his nose along my jawline, tickling my skin with his beard. “Ellie knows you’re staying with me. She thinks it’s a great idea.”

The traitor!

“And your boss knows you won’t be in for a while. He told me to tell you hello.”

I glare at him. “How long have you had this planned?”

“You’re wasting time with all this unnecessary outrage. Let’s move on to something more important: how long are you going to be mad at me? My dick is aching for you, and I need to hear you scream my name again. Like within the next five minutes.”

“Get used to disappointment.”

He raises his head and stares deep into my eyes. “You could never disappoint me. Even if you don’t let me touch you again for the next month, it will still be the best month of my life, because we’ll be spending it together.”

I stare at him in slack-jawed disbelief. “Come on!”

He drops his gaze to my mouth. His eyes heat. He licks his lips.

“No, Liam. This isn’t how it works. You don’t get to ignore my wishes and trample all over my free will and then expect me to happily spread my legs for you.”

“God,” he says hotly, “keep talking. Spread your legs? Go on.”

Useless, all of it. I might as well be arguing with a block of cement for all the good it will do me. “Forget it.”

He takes my hand and curls it around his massive erection.

Into my ear, he whispers, “I want you. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you, but I want you even more now that I know how you sound when you come. Now that I know how that beautiful mouth feels around my cock. The way you claw my back and scream my name when I fuck you. The way you never hold anything back.

“But even more than all that, I want you to feel safe with me, and to trust me, and to know that there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make you happy, including putting a bullet in someone’s head.”

When he pauses, I open my eyes and look at him. His voice turns dark.

“And if it’s going to make you happy to keep that delicious wet pussy to yourself, so be it. I might force you to stay with me, but I’d never force you to fuck me. I won’t ask again.”

He releases me abruptly, rolling away to stand at the edge of the bed and drag his hands through his hair. Then he stalks off to the bathroom and slams the door shut behind him.

The shower goes on.

Wait—he’s mad at me?

Disoriented, I listen to the water run for a while until it goes off. After a few minutes, Liam reappears from the bathroom, nude. Without sparing me a glance, he goes to the closet.

He emerges moments later fully dressed. Black suit, black tie, white dress shirt, black leather shoes. He’s the wolf again, dark and dangerous, his expression closed off and his eyes unreadable.