Page 103 of Goddess of Mayhem

Liam breaks away and the softness returns. I don’t know that I will ever get used to the mood swings.

“I want you to be my ending, Little Warrior, because you are already my undoing,” he says. “We’re in this together now and I’m not walking away. Not now.”

Liam places his hand to my cheek, caressing it softly. “We can do anything,together.We can do this,together,”His soul pleading with mine to stop the games. “I know I can be safe with you, and you can be safe with me. Onlytogether, Malia.”

Together.

“It’s fucking torture, not having you close to me. I wanted to hate you--don’t even fucking think about interrupting me this time, either.”

I clamp my mouth shut, narrowing my eyes at him basically telling me to shut up. I should be the one pouring myself out to him, not the other way around.

“Dick,” I scoff.

Liam let out a small chuckle before his face turns serious again. “I love you, Malia,” he says without a hint of doubt in his voice. “You make me absolutely insane—"

“I make everyone insane,” I say matter-of-factly, slipping my hands under the fabric of his shirt, teasing his waistline with my thumbs.

“That’s not what I meant, now hush.” Liam presses his lips softly against my forehead. “I’ve never loved before, and I know it’s damn scary for the both of us.”

He hesitates, grabbing my hands and nervously playing with my fingers while staring at our hands.

“But no matter how hard I fight it, at the end of it all,” he pauses. “None of this makes any fucking sense.”

Even though I couldn’t make myself vocalize the words back to him, I knew I loved him too. Our love is reckless, it hit us with such force, such ferocity. We didn’t stand a fucking chance trying to fight it.

I relent and pull him into me, making him feel how much I love him through every kiss from my lips or sweep of my tongue.My hands grip in his hair and he groans into my mouth.

Liam pulls away from me, his face overcome with amusement while mine fills with irritation.

“Easy, Warrior,” he coaxes, trying to calm me with a peck. I groan my protest. I don’t want to talk now. “Let me properly worship you in our bedroom.”

I’m not sure what he means by worship. The man has serious control issues when it comes to fucking. He’s the only one I’ve ever handed it to, and I love it. I feel safe with him, which is why I need to stop holding back.

Liam pinches my ass, I squeak and playfully smack the fucker, only for him to reclaim my lips and lifting me up to carry me toourroom.

He slowly lays me on the bed and grabs my needy hands. He chuckles against my lips at my impatience like the fucker can’t wait to drive me insane.

Trailing kisses down my neck and chest, while unzipping my dress the rest of the way. He stops at my breasts, freeing them from my bra and trapping one of my nipples between his teeth, sucking and nibbling. My back arches urging him on.

Liam’s hand travels from the other breast, down to my thigh. My frustration grows when he squeezes and makes no move toward my screaming pussy. I look at him with murder in my eyes and growl.

He gives me an irritating chuckle, before finding my lips again.

“I don’t think I’ve wanted to both kill and fuck someone so badly at the same time as I do right now, Officer,” I grumble.

Finally pushing my legs apart his thumb finds my clit and I moan in relief when he starts massaging.

“Mmm, someone’s already soaking for me,” he teases, circling agonizingly slow.

I’m going to fucking kill him.

I writhe under his touch; he smiles down at me in amusement. Slipping two thick fingers inside me, in and out, slowly at first, of course

Tired of Liam’s games, I wrap my arm around his neck pulling him into a kiss, I bite down hard onto his bottom lip. The metallic taste of blood filling my tastebuds and I savor the taste of him.

He groans, quickening his pace. I unwrap my arms from his neck to unzip his jeans and pop the button. I bring his pants down slightly, not caring if they’re completely off, freeing his hard cock from the top of his boxers.

He pulls back and raises an eyebrow at me. I wrap my hand around his shaft, massaging it slowly like he did to me, watching his eyes grow heavier as his fingers become steadier inside me.

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