Page 6 of Sleigh My Name
“You know what to do, Charley. Be a good girl and beg me. That’s all you have to do.”
“Go to hell,” I pant.
“I’m already there, darling. Seven years and counting.”
My breath hitches as he circles my clit with the tip of his index finger briefly before removing it. “Okay, then.”
“No,” I plead.
“No, what, Charley?”
“Damn you.”
“You damned me seven years ago, Charley. The boy you knew is long gone, and the devil now wants his pound of flesh.”
Frustration overrides my pride, and I give in to his demand, desperate for release. “Please touch me. Touch me, Liam.”
Liam’s thumb lightly rubs my clit, a featherlight touch that keeps me in agony but doesn’t allow anything else. He knows what he’s doing, keeping me on the brink without letting me tumble over the edge.
This is like the circle of hell. He’s taunting me, humiliating me. Dominating me to keep me in my place. He wants me to know that he’s in charge, that I’m a toy he can play with or discard.
The cool air on my skin does nothing to quell the burning sensation building between my legs. My hips instinctively arch upward, seeking more of the torment, even though I know it will only prolong the agony.
Liam drops his hand from my throat, his chest flush against my back. I hear his erratic breathing, the slow rasp of his zipper, and the rustle of fabric. His hand snakes around my body to grab my breast, kneading it aggressively before pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
A ragged moan spills from my lips. “Please” is lodged in my throat.
“You missed this, didn’t you, Charley? Missed my hands on your body. My breath on your skin.” His fingers glide along my sensitive flesh as he pinches my clit and nipple simultaneously. “You want pain, Charley? You got it.”
A scream tears through me as he tugs my nipple and clit again while sinking his teeth into my neck.
“Stand still.”
I don’t dare move; my eyes are focused on the wall and the rough texture of the brick. Cool air hits my bare ass as Liam exposes me. He lifts my right leg, balancing it on his arm, and the tip of his cock brushes my entrance. My breath hitches in my throat. The anticipation is excruciating. Heat radiates from him as he lowers his lips to my ear, his voice husky and low.
“How many men have been in what belongs to me?”
I sober quickly. His possessive question stalls the lust filling my veins. “Excuse me?”
Smack.
He slaps my bare ass. “How many men have you fucked since me, Charley?”
“How is that any of your business?”
Liam’s chuckle is low and sadistic. “Everything about you is my business. Now, be a good girl and answer my question.”
“I’ve never been very good at being good, Liam.”
A deep throaty laugh before my scalp stings with pain. “Okay, worthless whore it is. Answer the question. I know your slutty cunt is begging to be fucked by me.”
Fiery flames lick over my body. My desire for him is molten lava, poised to burn anything in my vicinity. I’m not sure why his crude words ignite such a blazing inferno, but they do.
“A few.”
“What’s a few, Charley? Three or fifty?”
I sigh as I drop my forehead to the wall. “Why does it matter?”
