Page 52 of Corrupted Pleasure

She trembled at my words. “I want to give you everything too,” she murmured, watching me through her lust filled eyelids.

And fuck, her words pleased me. A lot.

As a reward, I brushed my fingers over her clit. Then brushed it again before I started slowly rubbing it. The scent of her arousal filled my car, and fuck, I wanted to taste her again.

I stopped and her complaint came in the form of a whimper. “Liam,” she protested. “Y-you can’t tease me like that.”

Her hand came around my wrist, and she started grinding against my hand. “Stop torturing me.”

I smacked her cunt hard enough to make her cry out.

“What the fuck?” she whimpered, but she didn’t remove my hand from her pussy. “You can’t dothat.”

“Whatever I want,” I reminded her, smiling darkly. “And you like it.”

“No, I don’t,” she protested.

“Then why are your thighs clenched around my hand, and why are you dripping wet?”

Her breath hitched and her eyes flared. As if she hadn’t realized until now that maybe she liked having her pussy slapped.

I pushed my finger into her. Her insides clenched around it and she squirmed as she fucked it. Pumping into her. Once, twice, then I pulled my fingers out.

“Let go of my wrist, Davina.” As if she hadn’t realized she still gripped it, she instantly obeyed, and I brought my finger to my lips.

“Mmmm,” I praised. “I can’t wait to have you ride my face again. I want to bury myself so deep in your pussy that you’ll feel me for days after. Ride you so hard that no other cock will ever do it for you. Mine will be the only one to ever bring you pleasure.”

A whimper full of desire escaped her. “You can’t say stuff like that, Mr. Brennan.”

I let out a dark chuckle. “We’re back to Mr. Brennan, huh?” I brushed my fingers along her naked pussy making her shudder. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about you since that night?”

She watched me through heavy-lidded, lust filled eyes. “I-I thought about you too,” she confessed as her cheeks tinged pink.

“I thought about you every goddamn night,” I admitted, brushing my finger against her soaked core. I was rock hard and doing this was a torture to my dick. But fuck if I cared. I wanted to touch her, inhale her scent deep into my lungs. “I imagined how you looked when you watched me in the shower. You are even more beautiful in reality. The way your lips parted as you watched me eat your pussy was magnificent. And your panting noises… Fuck, it’s enough to make me spill now.”

I decided right then and there, Davina Hayes would be my wife.

CHAPTER21

Davina

We pulled up at the docks and even from here I could see the row of huge, luxurious yachts. Not that I expected a small, dingy boat. But I certainly didn’t think we’d take an enormous yacht that looked so pristine and spotless even under the starry, night skies.

When we parked, Liam came around and opened my door before I had a chance to slip on my shoes. Tugging on my dress, I ensured nobody would get a glimpse of the fact that I wasn’t wearing panties.

We made our way to the docks and within minutes, we climbed up the ramp to board. Another five minutes and the yacht jolted as it started to move.

Liam placed his hand on the small of my back as we made our way around the deck. Like I was his and he’d never let me go. The part that bothered me was that I liked it. Somewhere deep down, I felt he wouldn’t just turn me over to the police. Not after promising to protect me.

“What would you like to drink?” he asked, the deep timbre of his voice making my insides grow warm.

“Water,” I responded.

He chuckled. “How about a glass of champagne?”

“No, I’d rather stick to water.” He turned to a man at the bar on the deck. A freaking bar. He gave him a nod and then returned his attention to me.

“Are we celebrating something?” I asked curiously.