Page 84 of Love to Loathe Him

“You didn’t,” he murmurs, removing my hands. “You squirted.”

My eyes bulge in shock. “Isquirted?” I breathe heavily. “I thought that was a myth.”

“Not with me,” he rumbles, a smirk playing at those sinful lips.

Then he’s climbing on top of me and crashing his mouth against mine in a starved kiss. Our first kiss. My god. I can taste myself on his lips.

Rough stubble grazes my skin as his large hand cups my neck, holding me immobile under his assault. One wrong move and he could suck the life out of me.

“What a dirty bastard you are,” I slur into his mouth.

Liam freezes, brows shooting up as his strong arms prop him up above me. He chuckles darkly. “You’re the one who’s made a mess on my sheets, darling.”

“Your fault,” I gasp, my voice breathy and wrecked. “You’re the one doing this to me.”

“I couldn’t just let you sail home without giving you what you needed,” he continues. “Couldn’t have you writing in that diary of yours about how unsatisfied you are.”

He lowers himself, his mouth brushing mine almost tenderly, but his words are anything but gentle. “By the time I’m done with you, these sheets will be fucking ruined.”

I tremble and cling to his muscular shoulders, my legs wrapping around his waist.

“Fuck me,” I moan, trying to reach down to feel his cock. “Wait!” I almost forgot a condom, but he’s already reaching for his bedside cabinet. I lie back as he slides it on, my eyes widening at his imposing size. Thank goodness I’m wet. I need to be well lubricated to handle that.

Then he’s back on top of me, and my body trembles with anticipation.

My feet dig into his ass, and I swear, it’s like kicking a boulder. Seriously, McLaren’s glutes are straight muscle. I’m sure if he put his full weight on me, I’d be flattened in seconds.

He grins down at me. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” I pant, and then he’s sinking into me. I gasp at his size and to his credit, he gives me a moment to relax.

“You okay?” he murmurs.

I nod, unable to form words anymore. I dig my nails into his back, wanting him to feel pain. Wanting him to feel pleasure.

He starts rolling his body forward and grabs my hips possessively into the position so that I’m wide open; so that he’s deep enough to ruin me. Break me apart.

“Feels so good, baby,” he murmurs.

At first, his movements are measured.

But then they become rougher, and his groans turn gravelly. We lock eyes while he fucks me, his thrusts turning desperate.

His eyes darken, the vein in his neck bulges. His groans are loud and primal. It’s like he’s lost all control. “Gemma. What are you doing to me?”

I grip on to his back, my nails digging into his skin as I stare into those piercing eyes. This is a man who’s always been untouchable, unflappable, a brooding monster in a custom-made suit.

But now, in this moment, I have all of his attention. It’s intoxicating. Watching him lose himself in me, if only for a moment.

My second orgasm builds as he hits the right spot. This man knows exactly how to work me.

Right as we’re both about to explode, he flips me over so I’m on my hands and knees on the bed. Then he slides into me again.

Did he turn me around because he didn’t want me to see him lose control?

Honestly, I’m so far gone I couldn’t even give a damn right now. This angle is driving me wild. Each thrust makes me gasp and my tits bounce like crazy. He’s going so deep it feels like he might tear me apart . . .

“Fuuuuck. You feel unbelievable. I can’t handle it any longer,” he growls, and he thrusts one final time, holding my hips in place as he empties himself deep inside me.