Page 103 of Love to Loathe Him

Then, without warning, he spreads my legs wide and his mouth is on me. His tongue delves deep, and I can’t hold back the scream that tears from my throat. “Oh mygod.”

I try to close my legs, overwhelmed by the intensity, but his grip is iron. He holds me open, completely at his mercy.

Kissing me so sensually, so slowly down there.

I know Liam, and I know exactly what he’s doing. He’s proving a point, demonstrating that he’s in control of my pleasure. It’s his way of showing me that I shouldn’t have said no; that I should have given in to the desire that simmers between us.

I gaze down at him and my back arches involuntarily. He looks me square in the eyes, eating me out with a focus that’s almost too much in its intensity. His dark eyes are brooding, fierce, like he wants to devour me whole. And anything Liam wants, he goes after until he gets it.

I shudder and writhe, a mix of fear and ecstasy coursing through me as I try to savor every second of his mouth on my most intimate parts.

Seeing his commanding presence translate into the bedroom is overwhelming. Inmysmall bedroom. Because Liam McLaren is the kind of man who crooks a finger and people kneel. People fear him, even hate him, but they all bend to him in the end. Just like I’m bending now.

For once, his power doesn’t make me resist. I want to give myself over completely. I want to be consumed whole, like a helpless star being swallowed up by a ravenous black hole, powerless against the sheer gravitational force of this man. But what a way to go.

Every nerve in my body tingles as his tongue works its magic. My legs jerk and spasm with pure pleasure.

And then, for the second time tonight, I’m coming. Hard. In his mouth. The orgasm rips through me, leaving me trembling and gasping for air.

“I didn’t think you’d be such a giver in the bedroom,” I breathe as he releases my legs.

“I’m not.” He comes up to stand at the edge of the bed and unzips his trousers like he means business. “I just love your taste.” He says it coolly, as if he’s stating an indisputable fact.

Oh my.

He pushes his trousers and boxers down, and holy mother of all things holy, his massive cock jerks out like he’s been on a high dose of Viagra for a week. He gives it a few hard strokes, pre-cum dripping from his tip.

“Are you okay with going bare from now on?” Liam asks, stroking his cock.

From now on . . .

The thought makes me feel all sorts of things.

“Uh-huh,”I breathe.

He climbs over me on the bed, caging me in with his arms. I run a hand down his square jaw, marveling at the way his stubble scratches against my palm.

This man is too much for me. I feel like I need to gain back some control.

In a move that surprises even myself, I gather my strength and push against his solid chest. It’s like trying to shove a wall, but somehow, I manage to flip us over until I’m straddling him, my thighs bracketing his hips. I think surprise was on my side.

Take that, Mr. CEO.

He smirks up at me, his eyes glinting with approval. “Now you have me on my back, defenseless.”

I laugh. “Defenseless? Oh, please,” I scoff, grinding down on him with enough force to make his eyes roll back in his head. Not allowing his cock to enter, just rubbing my slit up and down his length. “You’re about as defenseless as a fucking tiger in a cage, McLaren. Even flat on your back.”

“Gemma,” he groans.

I lower myself onto him and he grabs my hips, trying to control the movement, but I don’t let him. Oh no, buddy. This is my rodeo now. “I hate that I love this,” I gasp, feeling deliciously full.

His eyes flash with heat. “I know. So do your worst, Gemma,” he taunts. “Punish me for all the asshole things I’ve done to you over the years. Make me pay for every single transgression. Every moment of disrespect and dismissal.”

Challenge accepted.

I take his wrists and push them down on the bed so that he can’t touch me. He lets me do it, but there’s no mistaking the strength in his muscles. He’s allowing this. For now.

I roll my hips slowly in a way that makes him groan. “This is for your arrogance,” I breathe, trying to go as slow as possible. “Thisis for every time you’ve made me work late,” I continue, rolling my hips again. “And this is for all those impossible deadlines.”