WARNING: CHAPTER IS NAILED 18+.
Alice
As we pulled into the driveway, my heart raced in anticipation. Liam’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles white.
He glanced at me with those dark, intense eyes, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. Despite his cold demeanor, there was an unmistakable heat between us.
We entered the house in silence. Liam closed the door behind us and turned to face me. The air was thick with tension, and I felt my cheeks flush under his gaze.
He took a step closer, and I instinctively backed away until my back hit the wall. I gulped down hard.
“You’ve been quite the tease tonight,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “Do you know what that does to me?”
I swallowed hard, my shyness making it difficult to meet his eyes. “I-I didn’t mean to…”
He cut me off, placing a hand on either side of my head, trapping me against the wall. “Don’t lie to me, Alice. I know exactly what you’re doing.”
His breath was hot against my skin, and I closed my eyes, trying to steady my racing heart. “I just… I just wanted to be close to you.”
Liam chuckled darkly, a sound that sent a thrill through me. “Close to me, huh? You’re about to get more than you bargained for.”
Without warning, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, his grip firm. His lips crashed onto mine, and I gasped at the intensity. He kissed me with a roughness that left me breathless, his mouth claiming mine with a fervor that border on desperation. I felt the heat of his body against mine, the hardness of his muscles pressing into me.
He pulled away just long enough to whisper, “You’re mine, Alice. Never forget that.”
“I’m yours,” I whispered back, my voice trembling with both fear and excitement.
He moved us towards the stairs, his hands never leaving my body. I stumbled slightly, but his grip on me was firm, guiding me to our bedroom. Once inside, he pushed me onto the bed with a force that made my breath hitch. He stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at me with a predatory gleam in his eyes.
“Strip,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
With shaking hands, I obeyed, pulling off my clothes piece by piece. His eyes followed my every movement, darkening with desire. When I was finally bare before him, he shrugged off his jacket and loosened his tie, never breaking eye contact.
“On your knees,” he ordered, and I quickly complied, the carpet rough against my skin.
He approached me slowly, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate movements. I watched, captivated by the sight of his powerful body coming into view. When he was finally undressed, he stood before me, his rod dangling between his legs.
It was the first time I was actually seeing it, it was huge!.
I mustn’t have noticed cause I would never dare look down there but now that I did so, I can’t seem to tear my eyes away no matter how hard I try to.
” You like the view?”, He teased.
I swallowed hard trying to kill what my brain was telling me to do.
” Grab it”, He ordered coldly.
My hands moved slowly, wrapping itself around it. It was so hard and it hardly fit in in my hands.
I subconsciously started to move my hand to and fro.
Liam threw his head backwards, letting out a soft growl, I stopped myself immediately.
” Who taught you that?”, He asked. I swallowed hard again.
” W… wh.. what?”, I stammered.
Almost immediately, he grabbed my head roughly, and without a warning, he shove his rod into my mouth and before I knew it my head was going to and fro, his grunt filled the room in no time.
I was choking badly, but I didn’t want to interrupt his pleasure. A tear slowly slid down my cheek.
His grip on my head tightened and his movement multiplied, I was nearly dying now and then suddenly he let go, stumbling backwards.
I fell to the floor choking badly.
“Do you remember what I said earlier?” he asked, his voice soft but dangerous.
I nodded, unable to find my voice.
“Good,” he said, stepping closer and lifting my chin to meet his gaze. “Because tonight, you’re going to learn exactly what it means to be mine.”
He pushed me back onto the bed. His eyes roamed over my body, dark and intense, as if he were trying to memorize every inch of me.
His hands slid up my sides, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, until they cupped my breasts. I gasped at the sensation, arching into his touch.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, almost to himself, as his thumbs brushed over my nipples. I bit my lip, trying to stifle a moan, but he noticed. His lips curved into a small, triumphant smile.
“Don’t hold back,” he commanded, pinching my nipples between his fingers. “I want to hear you.”
I moaned loudly, my body reacting to his touch in ways I couldn’t control. He lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking gently. The sensation was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure through me. I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him close as he lavished attention on my breasts.
“Liam,” I gasped, unable to keep quiet. “Please…”
He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, while his free hand traveled down my body. His touch was firm and possessive, leaving no doubt that he was in control. When his hand finally reached my pussy, I was already dripping wet.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. “So ready for me.”
He slid a finger inside me, and I cried out at the intrusion. He moved it slowly at first, teasing me, before adding a second finger. His movements were precise, hitting all the right spots, and I felt my body responding eagerly.
“Oh, God, Liam,” I moaned, my hips moving in time with his fingers. “I need you…”
He growled low in his throat, clearly pleased by my response. He increased the pace, his fingers working me with expert skill. I was lost in the sensations, my body trembling on the edge of release.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he withdrew his fingers, leaving me aching and empty. I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me, his expression unreadable. He positioned himself between my legs, the tip of his dick brushing against my entrance.
“Tell me you want this,” he demanded, his voice rough with need.
“I want this,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “I want you.”
With a groan, he pushed into me, filling me completely. I cried out, my hands clutching at his shoulders. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that left me breathless.
“Liam,” I moaned, his name a plea on my lips.
He began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful. Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through me, and I felt myself unraveling under his touch. My body responded instinctively, meeting his thrusts with a desperate need.
He held me close, his hands gripping my hips as he drove into me. His eyes never left mine, and in that moment, I felt a connection that went beyond the physical. It was as if he were claiming not just my body, but my soul.
“Say my name,” he ordered, his voice tight with restraint.
“Liam,” I moaned, my voice filled with need. “Liam, please…”
He growled in response, his thrusts becoming harder and more urgent. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as I lost myself in the pleasure.
My moans grew louder, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. Liam’s name was a mantra on my lips, a plea and a promise. And when I finally shattered, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave, I cried out his name with everything I had.
He followed me over the edge, his release a powerful, shuddering force. He held me tightly, our bodies locked together in the aftermath. For a moment, there was only the sound of our ragged breathing, and the feeling of his heart beating against mine.
“Mine,” he whispered, his voice filled with possessive pride.
“Yours,” I replied, my heart full. And as I lay in his arms, I knew that no matter how cold he could be, there was a part of him that cared deeply. And that was enough for me.