Page 99 of Cruel When He Smiles

The words land behind my ribs, wrapping tightly, and tugging something loose and trembling out of me.

“Take it off,” he says. I stare at him, and he tilts his head. “You want control? Take it. Or do you need me to make the first move?”

My hands shake as I undo my jeans, and I don’t break eye contact. Liam hums, low and pleased. “There’s my brave boy.”

I want to punch him.

I want to kiss him.

I want to make him say it again.

“You’re leaking already,” he murmurs. “That’s pathetic.”

I suck in a breath, my whole body pulsing. “You like pathetic.”

He looks up, smiling. “I fuckinglovepathetic,” he says, licking his lips. “Feed me your cock, Pup.”

I swallow hard, breath shattering as his words land like a brand against my spine. Every instinct I have screams at me to pull back. To tell him to fuck off. To keep the upper hand and not fall into whatever twisted game he’s playing. But my fingers are already closing around my shaft, shaky and hot, slick from the pre-cum at the head.

He watches me patiently, kneeling between my legs and pretending he’s offering devotion. But this isn’t reverence—this is possession.

I stroke myself once, and his gaze drops to my hand, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips again, and I feel my knees nearly give.

Then he leans forward, so close his breath ghosts over the head of my cock. I let out a broken sigh, guiding myself toward his lips. I don’t even process the choice before I’m making it, the tip brushing his mouth, and then he parts his lips like it’s what he’s been waiting for.

Liam sucks the tip like it’s the first time he’s ever tasted something sweet and licks it like he wants to make a point. His tongue drags under the head, catching the ridge, teasing it until my eyes roll back.

I push in deeper, and he takes it to the base without blinking. No flinch. No hesitation. Just the slow, easy surrender of someone who planned this. Someone who knows exactly which buttons to press to make me come undone and is savoring every flicker of hesitation.

His hands stay on my hips, pinning me in place, but I’m already shaking, one hand flying to his hair before I can think better of it, which earns a chuckle and a cruel hand slamming into my thigh to hold me still.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs, licking a line down the side and making me shiver. “You love this. Being seen. Being tasted.”

“I fucking hate y—” I start, but gasp when he deepthroats me again. “You…shit.”

He groans around me like the insult fed him. It’s a filthy,yes-make-it-worsesound that makes me forget my own name. That vibration? That goddamn hum? It makes my balls draw up and steals my fucking breath. I stumble, and he catches me with both hands, still working me with ruthless rhythm.

He starts moving faster. Sucking harder. His hands grip my thighs as if he’s daring me to thrust. I can hear myself panting and feel the tension building and creeping up my spine.

“Fuck, Liam—” I gasp as he pulls off, letting my cock slap against his cheek before stroking it with slow, vicious pumps.

His mouth is red and swollen, and he looks up at me with that calm cruelty in his eyes. “Sit.”

I blink, confused as fuck. “What?”

Liam stands, pressing a hand to my chest, walking me backward as he guides me to his bed, pushing until I fall, and he takes off my shoes and jeans. Then he kneels again between my legs, and this time, it’s worse because I’m spread open.

He grabs my thighs and jerks me forward. “Now,” he says, his voice low and lethal, “take what you need from me and come down my throat.”

I can’t even process his words before his mouth is back on me.

I cry out, and my head slams back, hands scrabbling for anything to hold on to as he sucks me down again, faster now, harder. It’s too much and not enough; the heat of Liam’s mouth drags me somewhere I don’t know how to crawl out of.

Every part of me is tuned to him. His tongue. His hands. The low, obscene sounds he makes when he sucks me down to the base again as if he’s starving. He’s not just trying to make me come—he’s trying to wreck me. And it’s fucking working.

But then he pulls back, letting my cock slip from his mouth with a wet pop, stroking me slowly as he licks his lips. “You’re holding back,” he says, tilting his head to the side. “Why?”

“I’m not—”