Текст книги "Vice"

Автор книги: Rosanna Leo

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Chapter Nine

Crazed hunger.

That was the only way Kate could describe the scene as Liam got her into her hotel suite. Not that she had time to stop and analyze their actions. This was a time for…well…vice. Dirty, nasty, fantastic sin. They both seemed to need it.

From the moment he shut the door, his lips were joined to hers. Feeding off her, drinking from her, opening her up and devouring her trembling lips. Claiming her mouth the way he would soon claim the rest of her.

His hands roved over her curves as he moved her into the suite’s foyer. “Bed,” he commanded. As if he needed to.

He pulled her into the bedroom. She kept her eyes closed, relying on him to guide her, overwhelmed by their heat. She knew when they’d arrived because he’d stopped moving. Like a coma patient waking, she cracked her eyes open and took him in.

Liam stood before her, yanking at his tie. Part of her knew she ought to start removing her clothes, but couldn’t take her eyes off him as he disrobed. His navy tie flew across the room. One or two buttons popped as he pulled at his shirt. And then, as need radiated from his every feature, he worked his belt buckle.

He beckoned to her with a finger and a smile, and pushed his pants down, revealing black boxer briefs that looked as soft as a second skin. His erection strained inside them, stretching toward his waist band. She stepped toward him, already craving him, wondering how he would move inside her.

“You look like a kitten approaching her first bowl of cream,” he said.

She dropped to her knees before him, not bothering to answer. She palmed his length, marveling at the bulk of him. Liam let his head fall back as she touched him, and groaned low. Those carnal tones spurred her on and she slid her fingers under his waistband, luxuriating in the feel of manly skin. His hand tangled in her hair, caressing her. But as soon as she pulled down his boxers and licked him, his grip tightened and he tugged.

She took him deep into her mouth and gave thanks for men who loved to pull hair. Right now there was almost nothing she could imagine liking more.

“Christ, Kate,” he muttered, clenching his glorious ass. “You’re no kitten. You’re a hellcat.”

Giddy from his response, she smiled. And then as he watched, she licked him from balls to tip, drinking him down. Nuzzling the skin near his sac, she breathed deeply, smelling soap and just a hint of excited sweat.

Perfection.

Sensing him so close, she latched her hands around his thighs and took him to the back of her throat. Liam groaned and reached under her arms, gently tugging. His balls tightened and his thighs flexed. She had no choice but to release him and stood up, pouting.

“I wanted you to come in my mouth,” she said.

He ran his thumb over her lip and kissed her hard, biting her flesh. “Not yet. You don’t even have your clothes off and I need to see you come first. All I can think of is you coming, over and over.”

Liam kicked off his shoes, pants and socks. He had the body of a god and obviously took care of himself. His slim waist, tapered hips and amazing pecks had her drooling. His biceps and quadriceps made her dream. And his cock, well, that lengthy miracle just made her ravenous.

He stepped around her, yanked back the comforter, and sat on the bed. He made her stand between his legs and began to work on her shirt, lifting it over her head. He brushed his large fingers over her ribs and she sucked in a breath. She’d always been nervous about exposing her curves, but Liam made her feel like a goddess.

There was nothing in his eyes that made her feel heavy or less than perfect. His hunger made her brave, it made her want to display everything to him. To show him parts of herself she’d never shown anyone before. Her tummy flexed when he touched her there and for the first time she didn’t regret her extra padding. He continued to run his hand over her skin, as if wanting to banish all her insecurities.

“You take my breath away,” he said.

Emboldened by the compliment, she reached behind and unclasped her bra. His gaze dropped to her breasts and his pupils dilated. She quickly unbuttoned her jeans and stripped out of them, kicking off her shoes. Clad only in old purple leopard-print panties, she straddled him on the bed and he wrapped his arms around her.

He throbbed against her pussy as she ground against him. He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked.

Kate let out a moan and arched her back, but he held her firm. He seemed to grow even more under her, his cock touching her tummy. Wishing she’d removed her panties as well, she swiveled her hips and felt her moisture soak the thin layer of cotton. Liam tended to her breasts, reaching one hand between them while the other felt between her legs. He let go of her nipple with a pop and grinned at her.

“So wet. I fucking love it.”

Perspiration began to take hold. She ran a hand through his hair. “It’s what you do to me.”

His grin disappeared and he looked at her through somber eyes, ones that didn’t miss the intensity of the moment. He made her wet, he made her want. He drove her out of her mind, and they both knew it. It was a relief to admit it to herself, and to him.

“Yes, well,” he said. “You have that effect on me, too.” He took his rigid cock and slid it over the crotch of her panties.

Already reaching the breaking point, she dropped her head onto his shoulder and sighed. He let out a chuckle and angled his head so he could connect with her breast again. She held on for dear life, rocking against him and watching as he ministered to her body. He seemed to understand exactly what sorts of touches she required. He licked gently at her nipples, bringing them to stiff peaks, then closed his mouth and applied more pressure, sucking until she cried out. Just when she thought this oral caress could not make her squirm more, he bit down and dragged his teeth along the distended tips.

Before long, Liam’s hand snaked around her hip and down into her panties. He danced his fingers over her ass, allowing his middle finger to tease a path between her cheeks. Lower and lower he moved, moving around until he’d gone so far he could play with her clit. Tapping and circling, he stimulated the little nub. Kate moaned and pressed her ass against his hand, wanting more of him. Wanting him inside as well as out.

With his free hand he made her look at him, then penetrated her with his other finger. With an aching slowness, he pressed deeper into her, scoring her insides and making her bite her tongue in mad lust.

“Fuck, you’re making me insane,” he said.

“Wanna feel it where it counts?” she teased.

He let out a deep breath as he finger-fucked her and then removed himself on a wave of new moisture.

“Oh,” she whimpered, lamenting his loss.

“Don’t worry, gorgeous. I’m not done.” Liam rolled her onto her back, and she felt the warm covers cushion her. Her legs hung over the side of the bed and he knelt before her, between them. He walked his fingers up her legs, winding up to her panty elastic. As he reached her pussy he teased her, swiping his thumbs over her swollen mound. She arched her back, her nipples reached for the sky and he rewarded her by giving them a hard tweak.

“Do you like that, baby? Do you like how I touch you?”

Her only answer was to thrash on the bed.

“I can do you one better, Kate.” He slid his hand back down her torso, claiming each inch of skin, and hooked his fingers in her panties. He slowly pulled them down her legs.

Kate raised her head to watch. No sight was quite as intoxicating as watching Liam lick her pussy. The look his face had already proven a game-changer for her.

Once he’d dropped her panties on the carpet, he spread her legs and inhaled. She hadn’t waxed in some time and hadn’t even shaved because he seemed to appreciate her little thatch of auburn curls last time. He smiled and touched a reverent hand to her lower lips, stroking them gently. And with every caress, his eyes showed his consuming interest, and then narrowed with obvious pleasure.

He looked at her as if he’d never seen such a perfect woman before, and it made her feel cherished and alive.

“You have a beautiful pussy, Kate.” Liam dragged a finger through her seam. “I see how it clenches and flutters whenever I touch you.”

“Liam, please.”

“I’ve been dreaming of tasting you again. Everything tastes like ashes compared to you.”

Before she could respond, he lowered his head and slid his tongue inside her. He explored each sensitive nook and cranny, then spread her legs wider, keeping his strong hands clamped on her shaking thighs. She dug her hands into his thick hair, needing to hold onto something as the swirling cyclone of delight ravaged her core.

Liam flicked his tongue against her clit, his hungry noises punctuated by the odd groan. She wiggled under him, pressing him even closer, as her orgasm signaled her in the distance, warning her of its imminent arrival.

He glanced up, sensing how close she was, proving his intuition as a lover. He latched onto her, sucking and sucking, raking his fingernails over her bottom. The cyclone inside her rampaged, flattening everything around it. His tongue laid waste to her and she cried out his name. She held on like a sailor facing an oncoming storm.

As Kate imagined what it would feel like to have him thrust his cock inside her, the storm arrived. She came and her sightlines went black. All she knew were shudders and sweet agony and the sheer devastation of the cyclone razing her world.

Part of her prayed he’d stop, the pleasure was almost too painful. The other part of her exulted when he failed to do so.

He lapped at her, his tongue flat and greedy. And just as her body quieted, the storm reared its head once more, threatening in the distance, intent on ravaging her again.

“Liam, please stop.”

He arched a brow and tormented her clit with his finger. “Really?” The bastard then grinned at her.

“Are you crazy? Of course not!”

Clearly amused by her response, he buried his face in her pussy once more, sucking her lips into his mouth.

“Oh, Jesus. Jesus, shit. Christ!”

He laughed against her skin. “What a sacrilegious little hellcat.”

“Should I…be praying instead?”

“Oh, you might wanna pray.” He rose off her and reached for his discarded pants. He pulled out his wallet with one hand, keeping his other hand on her body, stroking her thigh, tickling her pussy, sliding a finger inside her and then teasing her. He produced a condom, ripped off the wrapper with his teeth and quickly rolled it on.

Kate eyed his impressive package and waited for the imminent onslaught. Instead, he surprised her by picking her up in his arms and carrying her over to a large dresser in the corner. He set her down before the sturdy piece of furniture and bent her over it. There was a beveled mirror attached, the kind with three panels. She looked into the mirror and saw not one, but three, Liams behind her, each of them red in the face and breathing heavily, like a bull preparing to charge.

“Hold on,” he commanded.

She reached for the sides of the dresser but the surface was too wide. It was all she could do to grip the top, her fingers laid out flat.

With one determined thrust, Liam drove inside her, grunting her name. She felt herself stretch with the wonderful invasion, her nerve endings waving flags of surrender as he plumbed her pussy. He moved so easily in her, as if he belonged there. She didn’t even have to try to clench as he thrust. Because of his girth, she naturally tightened around him, and he moaned in what could only be satisfaction.

“Fuck, Kate,” he spat, curling over her. “Shit, woman, what you do to me.”

He picked up his pace, swiveling his hips like he wanted to punish her. She clutched at the dresser top, but moved with such force she couldn’t get purchase. Her hands moved and squeaked over the polished surface, but she didn’t care if she left streaks. All she could think about was how Liam filled her, moved her, consumed her with his touch. He owned her body already.

As another orgasm barreled toward her, he clutched her hair in his fist. Tugging, but not too hard, he made her look in the mirror.

“Watch while I fuck you. I want to see your face when you come all over me.”

She caught his intense and fierce gaze as he voiced his demand. Three Liams stared down at her as if they wanted to devour her. His jaw, dotted with stubble, clenched. His brow was furrowed. And there was a wildness in his eyes that drew her in as much as it terrified her.

A man with demons. She suspected he’d only allowed her to glimpse one or two of them so far. Seeing him in this primal state, so virile yet vulnerable, made her want to please and comfort him. God help her, she wanted to know more about him, needed to know everything, and wanted to share herself with him in return.

This wasn’t just a quick, careless coupling. No one night stand. Something big was happening here.

But she couldn’t contemplate that now, not while he touched her with such savage grace. Caught up in his own rapture, Liam threw his head back and pounded away at her. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the delicious friction. So animalistic, yet so sweet. But just as her womb began to flutter again, he withdrew.

She opened her eyes and almost cried out from the loss. “Liam?”

“I’m right here, sugar.” He grabbed at her hips, held her tight, and re-entered her with a mighty thrust that made her see stars. As she cried out her ecstasy, he withdrew and plunged back in, over and over, each thrust deeper than the one before. Still grasping her hair, he slapped her ass and everything inside her vibrated. He seemed to grow harder and heavier inside her, and her body hummed and sang and bloody well shrieked its delirium. She came again in a fireball of lust, and had to cover her mouth because of the strange sounds erupting from it.

He slammed into her one last time, shuddering and shaking, then collapsed onto her back and kissed the nape of her neck. He didn’t release his hold on her hair, but loosened it, gently massaging her scalp where he’d tugged it.

“My God,” she managed when she found her voice.

He chuckled behind her and nipped her shoulder. “Jesus, Kate. That was unreal.”

Her heart pounded at the thought she’d satisfied him. More than satisfied, she dared to hope, when she felt how he lifted off her with another series of shudders. She couldn’t move. She remained bent over the dresser, her ass in the air, her eyes closed.

Liam laughed and slapped her ass as he headed to the bathroom. “Too worn out to move?”

“Too worn out to breathe.”

Soon he’d returned and stroked her bottom. “Careful, Kate. If you keep showing me that pretty ass, I might take advantage of the view.” He crouched and bit her on her right cheek.

“Ow!”

Liam laughed. “I warned you.” He put his hands on her shoulders and gently pulled her up into his embrace. He ran a hand over her sweaty brow and pushed aside her messy hairs. Then he just looked at her, his gaze full of an emotion she couldn’t quite decipher.

They stared at each other. She began to regret not doing it in bed. In bed, it would have been natural to turn to each other and cuddle. But here, in front of a dresser? What were they supposed to do? Should she ask him to climb into bed with her? It was still early and he probably worked late. Was he anxious to leave? She didn’t quite understand the post-coitus protocol in this situation. She doubted such a protocol even existed in their case.

“So,” she said. She was at a loss for words, only knowing she didn’t want him to go.

He brushed his fingers against her face, grazing the area under her bruise, more soft and intimate than any old touch on the cheek. One look, one caress, from this man and she was mush.

“It’s okay,” he said. “You don’t have to say anything. Just feel.” And like that, he enfolded her in a big bear hug.

Feel. Damn, it seemed all she did was feel around this man. She felt anger, guilt, raging desire. She’d never felt so much for anyone in such a short time and was pretty sure most of it was wrong.

Her eyes began to itch but she blinked the burn away. He released her, kissed her forehead and walked into the bathroom, returning with two complimentary bathrobes. He placed one around her shoulders and slid into the other one. She immediately lamented losing sight of that amazing body but told herself it was better this way. Too much naked Liam made Kate a crazy girl.

He motioned to the bed, then sat. “Sit with me.”

She nodded, glad he was taking the lead. She sat next to him, cross-legged. He watched her tuck her legs under her and a small smile crept onto his face.

“I like you, Kate. It’s been a long time since I’ve smiled like this.”

A thousand butterflies took flight in her belly. “I’m glad you’re smiling. You deserve it.” She played with the rumpled bed covers, smoothing the fabric between her fingers. “You said you were starting to reconsider suing for Michelle’s custody.”

His smile disappeared. “I don’t know. She’s so little. I just wish I could explain to her that I’m not abandoning her. She won’t remember why I left. All she’ll know is I’m gone.”

He said the last word with such vehemence, she made a horrible realization. Someone important must have abandoned him. The idea bothered her so much she had to know if it was true. “Who abandoned you?”

His head snapped up, his expression now cold. “No one.”

“I think we both know that’s not true.”

He shook his head, but said nothing.

“Liam, I can see you’re hurting. And it’s about more than just Michelle.”

“You’re wrong.”

“There’s no shame in talking about it.”

“How very New Horizons of you.”

“Well, the program has its merits. They helped me. Let me help you.”

“Kate,” he groaned, running his hand through his hair in exasperation. “We’re having a nice moment here. Why ruin it with needless talk?”

Needless talk? Boy, she knew she was stubborn, but he took the cake. “Liam, you told me you were ready to hit rock bottom. You can’t do it unless you open yourself up.”

He glared at the sheets. “Maybe this rock bottom thing isn’t such a good idea.”

“Liam…”

“Look, it’s not important.”

“You’re important.”

He stood up and gathered his clothes, frowning as if he didn’t quite believe her. “I don’t know why you’re fishing for information. You want me to tell you I had a hard life? Fine, I had a hard life. Yeah, it’s pretty sweet now but I had to work for it. I worked my ass off for it.”

“I’m not disputing that.”

He looked at the bunched up suit in his hands. “I know what you think. Nice clothes. Nice career. Fancy cars. Oh, and women. Lots of women, if I so desire. And you’re right. I can have all of it, if and when I want it.”

Ouch. She had a sneaking suspicion he’d said that to wound her. Mission accomplished. “How very nice for you.”

“It’s fucking awesome.” He twisted his hand in the wad of designer clothing. “So I don’t need you playing shrink, getting me to admit my deepest, darkest fears, and expect some kind of breakthrough. That shit only happens on TV.”

Kate was dumbstruck. What had happened? He’d turned on a dime, and all because she’d tried to help the man who’d helped her.

Yet she couldn’t help feeling he was pushing her away on purpose. She’d struck a nerve, and it made him scared. So did she let him walk away, or did she continue to probe?

Well, she’d never been the sort to accept defeat. She wouldn’t now.

She hauled her body out of the bed, ran to the door and blocked it.

“Get out of the way, Kate.”

“No.”

“I mean it.”

“No. You are going to stay here and you are going to tell me what happened to you. And I don’t mean the bullshit you’d find on a press release. I mean the real you.” She put a hand on his chest. “The real Liam.”

He stared at her, his face drawn and sad. Then he laughed in such a way her blood ran cold. Once again, he resembled the man Bridget had described, the man who got off on punishing others.

“You don’t ever wanna meet the real Liam. Trust me. Now move out of the way, Kate.”

“No,” she said, quiet but firm. “You’re trying to push me away to see if I’ll come running after you. Well, here I am. Running. What happened in the bedroom felt real. It wasn’t some random fuck. And I know you felt it, too. When you looked at me in the mirror, I felt…centered and scared all at once. I don’t understand any of it, but there it is.”

He made no response, but stared at her robe.

“Dammit, Liam. I shared my soul with you! How dare you take that and try to walk away? I know you’re in pain, so let me be here for you. Please.”

His chest rose and fell and he gave it a vigorous rub.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Then talk to me. I’m not going anywhere.”

After what felt like an eternity, he let his hand drop. She swore she saw wild barrens in his cold eyes as they bore into her, could almost feel frostbite nipping at her fingers and toes.

He grabbed one of her hands, turned it over and kissed her palm. “You won’t like what you hear.”

“Maybe not, but I can take it. Now sit down, Doyle, or I’ll smack your sweet ass.”

He cocked a brow at her, the first hint of anything less than quiet fury. He might be ready to talk, but she didn’t trust that he would. Even still, he walked back into the bedroom, sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to him. “You asked for it.”

She stared at him, almost afraid of what he would say next. What had the world done to him? She was terrified to know, as much as she needed to hear it.

Her heart pounded madly as she joined him in the bedroom.