Page 137 of Vicious Little Snakes

“It feels so good, Liam,” she pants, hugging me tighter.

I’m buried in her neck fucking her faster and faster, pounding into her pussy, my hand weaving into her hair to grip it. Her nails scrape my back, trying to pull me closer and feel me deeper as we pick up the pace.

I tighten my fist in her hair, clinging to her as the smell of sex fills the room. Our bodies rub, delicious tension building within the friction of my thrusting. I grip her leg harder, pulling it higher, sinking deeper inside her.

“Fuck. You own me, Liam.”

I pull out of her, growling, “Over,” as she lets go of me so that I can flip her onto all fours. My hand clenches her shoulder as I thrust back inside her tight pussy, jerking her backward until she’s seated against me.

“Yes,” she screams.

I pound into her mercilessly, bodies smacking with the contact faster and harder with each thrust.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven.”

My fingers dig into her porcelain skin, knowing I’ll leave a bruise. But this need is all I know—I want her more, harder, deeper. I want her cum dripping over my cock, and my name screamed from her perfect mouth.

Caroline’s all moans and whines mixing together in a string of gratitude.I got you, baby. I’ll give you what you need.She drops her head as I fuck her with unrelenting force. Her elbows buckle, dropping her face to the bed.

But I don’t stop. I fuck her needy pussy harder until the words coming out of her mouth don’t make sense anymore. My dick pounds into Caroline over and over. Faster and faster. Until all that’s left is growls and pleading mewls as she grips the blanket, clenching around me like she’s going to strangle my cock.

“I’m coming, Liam,” she says between held breaths.

My free hand grips her ass spreading her perfect cheek as I spit, a guttural moan vibrating from Caroline body, growing even louder as I bring my pinkie to her ass, pushing inside.

“Fuck,” she screams, contracting so hard that I double up over her back, shoving my dick to the hilt as we come together.

Liam

Caroline’s still sleeping, wiped from last night. It was as close to perfect as it could get, mainly because I didn’t push back about what she’d said. But it’s still on my mind. I tried to give her an opening to tell me what she felt—because I already know.

I know Carebear, like the back of my hand. For all her lovely bravado, a part of her wishes she was more palatable, easier to digest so that she won’t be the one who ruins us.As if I’d ever fucking let her.That streak of insecurity is most definitely because of that bitch ass mother of hers. I’ll have to remember to tell my mom about Vivienne—get that cow banned from every committee my mother chairs. Which is every single important one.

Carebear’s not the only one that knows how to wield a sword. And fuck anyone that ever makes my baby second-guess her worth again.

My eyes shift to Caroline’s serene face, listening to the soft breaths she takes as words leave my lips in a whisper.

“I’ll be here right next to you, holding you up, until you can do it for yourself, Carebear.”

She doesn’t have to be perfect. That’s her expectation—not mine. I’m okay with both of us being a goddamn work in progress.

The sooner she realizes we work outside of us, only because we are an us, the better. But until then, I have a feeling I’m going to need to strap in for the ride.

A heavy exhale leaves my body as my phone buzzes on the nightstand. I stretch my arm to nab it, looking at the screen, wincing as I do.Shit, I forgot to send cleaners.

“Dad. Hold on.”

“Why are you whispering?”

I slip out from under the blanket, trying not to disturb Caroline before standing. Keeping quiet, I tuck the blanket back around her and turn around.

“I don’t want to wake Caroline,” I answer, padding quietly toward the door.

“Well, while you’re on the lam playing house, I thought you’d like to know the charges were dropped.”

I chuckle after shutting the door behind me, treading down the hall, barefoot in search of coffee.

“Good to know. The owner of the building must’ve really liked the artwork to drop all the charges.”