Page 71 of Ly to Me

“Yes, actually.” He dropped the keys to the space between us. “Continue.”

“First”—I held up my hand, lifting a finger—“you brought me to a bar, but it couldn’t be just any bar, could it? No. You picked your parents’ bar—”

“Mybar,” he corrected.

“Of-fucking-course it is.” I paused, then grunted as I continued, “Fine.Yourbar. You took methere”—I pointed at the building, then went back to my raised finger, ready to add another—“andthenyou acted all possessive, like I’m your damn prop—”

“You are my wife, remember?” He lowered his tone, and his eyes darkened. “Of course, I’m going to be possessive over you.”

“Then”—I added a third finger, looking away from those inferno eyes—“you—”

His fingers gripped my chin and dragged my head back. “Look at me when we’re fighting.”

“Orfucking, right? Like what you decided to do in front of an ex-girlfriend, giving me no other choice but to—”

“When I was devouring your very wet, very turned-on cunt, you mean?” His brow arched. “We have yet to fuck. Not since our contract was written, anyway,” he clarified, and my blood boiled.

I slapped my hand down on my thigh. “That’s it.”

“What’s it?”

“I’m getting rid of this Article Five shit right now.” I pointed at his pants. “Remove them. Now.”

Both brows shot up this time. “You care when a girl watches, but a whole bar is okay?” There were no windows in the front, it was still relatively early to leave a bar, and the people were all inside, not out.

I formed a fist in my lap. “I don’t give a damn who sees. My gripe is with you takin' advantage of being able to order me around, knowin' you’re holding twenty-thousand dollars over my head if I don’t.”

He unbuttoned his jeans, then reached for the zipper. “And, in your mind, if you fuck me now, you won’t have to do it anymore. You’ll just get it all over with.” He finished unzipping, then thumbed the folded-over flap of his jeans as he studied every curve of my body. “Am I understandin’ this correctly, little Ly?”

“Yep.”

Carver smirked. “You’ll want to fuck me again.”

“Doubtful.”

His hand slid beneath his jeans, and I didn’t waste a moment as he freed himself. I swung my leg over as his fist closed around his exposed cock.

“Lyra,” he growled as I shimmied my hips back and forth, trying to line us up. “I’m not trying to—”

Whatever he had to say could wait. I sank down, immediately regretting my decision as his piercings rubbed against my walls. I could feel exactly how far I’d gone because the barbells were reaching places I’d never felt before.

Carver’s head tipped back in clear ecstasy. “Fuck,”he groaned, circling my clit with his thumb, easing some of the pain.

“I hate you.” I moaned, biting hard on my lip to keep from crying out as one of his hands slipped beneath my dress and grabbed my ass, guiding me up and down his length.

“Hate me more, Ly.” His head fell in the crook of my neck. “Fuck, you feel as good as you taste.”

“You knew that already, asshole.”

He chuckled, then peppered gentle kisses up and down my neck, keeping a slow rhythm of rising and lowering me down on him.

“Relax for me.”

My chest tightened. “I don’t need to relax. I need you to go faster.”

He instantly pushed in so deep I saw stars. “Can you handle faster?”

Probably not.“I can handle anything.” Wrapping my fingers around his biceps, I swirled my hips, my tender clit rubbing against him. “Faster.”