Page 82 of Little Fury

“What will it take for me to persuade you?”

“Honestly?”

“Yes.”

“Very little. Just keep talking to me, and I’ll do pretty much anything you ask me to.”

He looks at me over the rim of his whiskey glass as he takes a sip, never breaking eye contact. “Let’s start with dinner and then see how we feel about dessert.”

The conversation flows easily between us. We talk about a few of the more interesting jobs I’ve done over the years. I tell him about a couple of hits that went awry and about stealing a 200-year-old book for some recluse collector. Before long, we had been sitting talking for a couple of hours.

“You should come up to my room with me, Ava.”

“Hmm, I don’t usually visit clients in their rooms. Doesn’t seem safe to me.”

“I’m not safe, Ava, but you’ll be safe with me.”

He stands up, moving closer; bending down over me, I feel his breath on my neck. I smell the whisky he’s drunk tonight and a deep, warm spice that I’m sure is just him. He smells so good I close my eyes as his lips graze the curve of my ear. I can’t hide the shudder that his closeness elicits from me.

“Say yes, Ava, come to my room and let me taste every fuckingdelectable inch of you. Let me bury my tongue in you.” I feel his hand on my leg, his fingers brushing across the flesh on my inner thighs.“While you come on it, whimpering my name.”

I don’t speak; I can't. I just nod and stand. He takes my hand, pulling me into his side. We walk to the hotel lobby, leading me to the elevator, where one of his guys has it waiting already. His men check that the elevator’s empty, and Liam pulls me into it with him. None of his guys join us, and when the elevator doors close, Liam is on me.

His kiss is possessive and hungry. He wraps my hair around his fist, tugging it. The slight twinge of pain causing me to gasp against his mouth, giving his tongue the access it wants. His tongue slides against mine, and he grabs my bottom lip with his teeth, biting. I moan into his mouth, and he takes that from me like I owe it to him.

And maybe I do.

I feel drunk as he kisses me. Like my lips and body are his to control and use, however he pleases. My entire body is alive from his kiss. I feel him everywhere, and I want him to take more from me. Take all of it.

His hands are on my ass, and he lifts me; I wrap my legs around his waist as he pushes me into the wall of the elevator hard. I feel him against my core; he is so fucking hard already. My skirt is up over my hips, and his hands have my ass in their grasp, and he kneads it as he rolls his hips into me. The movement rubs him against my core, against my clit. I break the kiss and drop my head back against the wall of the elevator as he rocks his hips into me again. I moan out my breath as he drags his pant-covered rock-hard cock against me.

Liam groans in response to my breathy moan,“I think I’m going to make you come like this first before I even get my fingers or tongue into your sweet pussy.”He punctuates his words with another roll of his hips, and I answer with another needy gasp.

“Yes,”I say as the elevator doors open, and Liam walks us out ofit, his hands holding my ass firm so he keeps me pressed against him. The steps he takes rock him over my clit, again and again. He takes another step into the suite, pushing me against another wall. His mouth finds my throat, and he drags his teeth over my sensitive skin, his hips rolling into me over and over.

My hips start moving to meet his, every thrust causing my panties to drag along my clit, spreading my lips, allowing the material of his pants and his rock-hard cock to drive me closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Fuck, Little Villain, I can feel how sopping wet you are for me; you are soaking my cock right through my pants.”My eyes close as I let my orgasm grow. “Look at me, Ava,”his words are said low and huskily.“Eyes on me every time I make you come tonight. Do you hear me?” My eyes open to meet his.

“Yes,”I reply to his command.

His mouth is back on my neck, one of his hands is grabbing my breast, squeezing and pinching my nipple; the overload of sensations through my clothing is making me dizzy. He doesn’t even have me naked yet.Fuck. I think to myself.

“You going to come for me?”he asks as he grinds himself into me.

“Yes,”I reply, and a strangled, needy cry leaves me.

“Good girl. Now, let's see you come all over my pants; let's see how wet you can make them.”He rolls into me harder and bites me where my neck and shoulder meet, and I cannot stop the orgasm as it hits. I throw my head back, banging it against the wall as I let out a cry. My nails dig into the back of his head; pulling him closer so I can ride my orgasm out against him. My breathing is fast and ragged.

“Fucking hell,”I mumble. Liam chuckles at me.

“Oh, Little Villain, we are only getting started; that was the single most fucking beautiful thing I have ever seen. I cannot wait to watch you come while my cock is buried so far into you.” Helooks down to where my skirt is over my hips, and he runs his knuckles over the lace.

He presses one against my clit.

“Liam,” I whimper.

“That’s one.”

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