Page 89 of Scarred King

“I thought I could find him there and go back to the apartment,” I start to explain, as he undoes his belt buckle and removes his pants. “But he wasn’t there, and then…”

“Shhh…” he hushes me and comes closer. He undoes my belt and turns me around gently, unzips my dress slowly and slips it over my shoulders. The dress falls to the floor and I kick it aside and turn back to him, wearing only a black bra and panties and high-heeled shoes.

He looks at me intently as he licks his bottom lip and then he pulls me towards the bed, sits down on the edge of it and places me between his legs. He leans forward and kisses my stomach as his hands caress my hips and his tongue wanders along and across my stomach. He stops at my bra and goes down again, stops again at my panties and then goes up again. I throw my head back in pleasure, my desire for him takes control of my entire body. Suddenly he stands back, throws me on the mattress, and rips off my bra and panties. He spreads my legs, puts on a condom, and penetrates me hard. I cry out as he enters me again and again like a man possessed.

“Liam…” I hit his back, but he continues. He turns me over on my stomach, and raises my pelvis, his thrusting is so hard that my head slams into the mattress.

“Get off of me!” I yell, and his thrusting stops immediately. He pulls out of me and pants aloud. I turn over my back again and look at him in horror. “What’s wrong with you?” I ask and pull the blanket to me. He is still panting, rubbing his forehead. “Liam, what’s going on?” I scream.

“You’re going on!” he shouts back. “I have a precious jewel in my hand. And I don’t deserve it.” He rubs his forehead again in frustration. “I’m madly in love with that jewel, I’ll go crazy if I lose it.” He runs his fingers through his hair and closes his eyes. “But suddenly I felt I had to prove that you’re too good for me. That I’m exactly the type of scum you tried to escape.”

He opens his eyes and I look at him, my mouth wide open, and I stop breathing for a moment.

He gets up from the bed, walks to the window and looks outside. “Now that I have you, I’m going crazy. I can’t even imagine what would happen if someone took you away from me.”

My heart shrinks and expands again and again, and I place my hand on my chest in pain. I get up and stand behind him, hugging his hips and kissing him along his spine. He turns around and lifts me up, I wrap my legs around him and kiss him softly. My tongue breaks away from his lips and moves to the scars that decorate his cheek. I lick the first and the second and continue licking each scar in time. When I reach the chaotic bottom part, I put my lips to his again and his deep kiss shoots pleasure through my body. He carries me to bed, this time laying me down gently on my back as he kneels. He pulls backwards, puts his head between my legs and gives me pure pleasure, until a series of explosions wrack my body. I don’t wait for my body to cool down. I sit on him, push his erection inside me and start moving above him slowly. He grabs my breasts, bites my nipples gently and then licks them, bites them and licks them over and over and I'm on fire. I turn around and sit with my back to him as I continue raising and lowering my hips in circular movements.

“I’m going to touch your hair,” he whispers, and I nod.

He strokes my hair all the way down and I shiver in pleasure. He pushes my back forward gently until I'm leaning on my elbows, as he kneels behind me. He enters me and his hands pull my hair each time he thrusts. He pulls my hair harder, and I groan as pain and pleasure mix together. He starts to moan loudly, thrusting over and over until I'm panting loudly, as I feel my powerful explosion and he shudders inside me. I lie on my stomach, exhausted, and he pulls out and lies on top of me. His elbows are beside my head and he kisses my hair softly.

“Let’s take a shower together,” he suggests, and without waiting for an answer he scoops me up and carries me to the bathroom.

We stand under the stream of hot water and I lean back against him. “How did you get out so fast?” I ask, and moan in pleasure as he massages my soapy shoulder.

“Money buys everything,” he laughs.

“Not everything.”

“Well, a great lawyer then,” he laughs.

“Ralph increased his offer to fifty thousand dollars,” I turn my neck, enjoying his gentle touch.

“I’m not surprised, after what I heard you did,” he says mildly. “He'll offer more money,” he sounds amused as he soaps my stomach.

“Let’s get out.” I move away from him and rinse the soap off. “All this talk about money and my body are driving me crazy.”

“Good,” he says as he turns the water off. I dry myself in front of the large rectangular mirror above the sink and he stands behind me, wiping the steam off the mirror and looks at my reflection. “I thought your breasts were the sexiest thing in the world, but your hair gives it a good fight…” he pulls my hair back behind my back and strokes it. “Look at yourself,” he says in his deep masculine voice, and I shiver. He pulls a stool and stands me on it. I look at myself. My skin is flushed and shiny from the hot water. I glide my hands over my hair and tilt my head sideways. “Maybe your breasts are sexier after all,” he places his hands on my breasts and fondles them without taking his eyes off my reflection in the mirror. “No,” he groans, “it’s the hair.” He pulls my hair and my head tilts backwards and leans against him. “Or maybe it’s this ass,” he lets go of my hair, caresses my ass, and as he presses against me, I feel his erection between my legs. He touches my back, bends my body forward and places my hands on the mirror. He holds my waist, twists his hips and enters me slowly. “No, it’s the whole package.” He thrusts into me and I moan in pleasure. His hands are on my breasts again, and each time he thrusts, he kneads them hard. “I would offer you a hundred thousand dollars.” He thrusts again, and when he sees my furious expression he laughs and pulls my hair back.

“You’re not wearing a condom!” I cry when he explodes inside me. He shudders once and withdraws quickly. He groans and twist his face as he comes over my body. It’s the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen. He kisses my neck and pulls me back into the shower.

I take a wide T-shirt out of his neat closet and look at the pool through the window.

“Aren’t you tired?” he asks as he pulls on a pair of black boxers. I stare at his athletic body admiringly, focusing on the sexy triangle that starts at his waist and tapers down to his crotch, and I groan.

“Not really. I do feel relieved that you came back, but I’m still pretty tense.”

“Let’s sit outside for a while.” He takes the bottle of alcohol from the dresser and we go downstairs, out to the yard together. He lies down on a lawn chair and I seat myself between his legs and rest my head on his chest.

“There’s something very soothing about the stars,” he caresses my hair and drinks from the bottle. “Maybe it’s the contrast between the black sky and their flickering lights,” he kisses my head and smirks. “Don’t tell me I can’t talk romantic crap.”

“There’s nothing romantic about stars,” I shrug and take the bottle from him. “There’s a difference between stars, which are astronomical bodies that are made of boiling gas and emit light, and planets, like Mars or Earth, which do not emit light, just reflect it.” I take a sip from the bottle. “When you look at a star, what you’re actually seeing is what it looked like in the past.” I take another sip and smile to myself at the simplicity of my explanation. “Each star has a lifespan. Its core compresses hydrogen molecules into helium atoms. When there’s no more hydrogen and too much helium, the star’s life ends, and it explodes. So, it’s possible that a star that people can see and get excited about actually exploded years ago and doesn’t even exist anymore. By the way, if the exploding star is large enough, it can collapse back. And that’s how black holes are made.” I giggle, turn around and lie on top of him on my stomach.

He looks at me, hypnotized. “I’ll never look at stars the same again.”

“Did you understand what I explained?” I narrow my eyes at him.

“I understood that you can ruin even the simplest pleasure like looking at the stars,” he laughs, and when I hit his chest, he becomes serious. “But I also understood that you love it.” He caresses my cheek.

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