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“You’re not saying no too loudly now, are you?” he groans. His breath is hot on my face, mingling with mine until I can’t tell where mine ends and his begins. “See? Much better than your little fantasy. Lucky girl.”

If I had any wits about me, I’d want to slap that smirk right off his handsome face.

“Don’t flatter yourself, mister,” I breathe, even as my body betrays me, arching into his touch. “I hate myself for doing this. Your dick is the only thing I like about you. The rest of you is an asshole that I despise.”

He tries to chuckle, but it comes out more like a groan as he continues to pound into me. “Deny it all you want. But those pretty eyes of yours scream the truth for me. So does this body.” He punctuates his words with a thrust that has me seeing stars.

As if to punish me for my insolence, he slams into me harder, making every inch of my body jiggle. I should be mortified by the way my curves are shaking but I’m too lost in the sensation to give a single, solitary fuck.

“Fuck you,” I hiss, digging my nails into his back through his shirt. “Just because you’re a good lay doesn’t mean I like you as a person. You’re still an egotistical bastard with a god complex bigger than your fucking dick.”

“Nothing’s bigger than my fucking dick,” he breathes, doing this wicked movement with his hips that must be straight-up witchcraft because I’m shaking like a possessed person and I’m pretty sure the wall is going to need a new paint job after I’m done writhing all over it. “I’m an egotistical bastard that you desperately want to make you come.”

“Your ego’s bigger than your dick.”

“Stop misbehaving and tell me the truth.”

“What truth?” I gasp, barely able to form coherent words through the haze of pleasure.

“Beg for it, Gemma. I want to hear you beg.”

I bite my lip hard, trying to hold on to the last shreds of my dignity. But he knows exactly how to play my body until I’m a quivering, desperate mess.

“Fuck you, McLaren,” I pant, my voice ragged and broken. “Just make me come already, you sadistic prick. I need it. I need you. Is that what you want to hear? You win, okay? You win. Now finish what you started.”

“Good girl.” He smirks, and then his mouth is on mine, swallowing my moans as he drives me over the edge. Not quite kissing but breathing hard against my lips. I don’t think the man kisses. That would be too romantic. He just fucks.

He does good on his word. And with one final thrust, he obliges, sending me over the edge and into pure bliss.

Then he stills, his hand holding my hips, and there’s something thrilling about the way he’s holding me in place, knowing I can’t escape.

He comes hard inside me, and the hot sensation of his release makes me shiver.

We stay still for what feels like minutes our heavy breaths mingling together, him still inside me, until he finally lowers me down. I’m drenched in sweat and cum is dripping down my inner thighs.

“That was . . . something else,” he says, his voice sounding like he’s just gargled with a mouthful of gravel. He’s still panting, but somehow managing to look composed, like he didn’t just fuck me six ways to Sunday against my wall.

“That’s one thing we agree on,” I croak out, wondering if my legs will ever function properly again.

He smirks, keeping me pinned to the wall. “So, how many rooms does this place have?”

I pause for a moment, my sex-addled brain struggling to process the question. Is he seriously asking about my flat’s layout right now?

Then it hits me, and I laugh. “Let’s see . . . Including the storage closet where I keep the iron? Six.”

“Six rooms, huh? That’ll do. For a start.”

CHAPTER 30

Gemma

I stumble into theliving room and smooth down my dress as Liam saunters in behind me, looking infuriatingly unruffled.

It’s been so long since I’ve had a man in my flat, I’ve forgotten the etiquette. Do I offer him a drink? A snack? A post-coital cigarette? And now it’s Liam of all people, ending my dry spell. Talk about diving into the deep end of the dick pool.

“So you know,” I babble, “I don’t christen my hallway with just any guest.”

“I’m honored,” he drawls, one eyebrow arched in mock surprise, his lips twitching with amusement.