CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

HAZEL

What was it about a man who was a little bit dangerous that made him so fucking sexy? Liam could shoot a gun with lethal accuracy and was strong enough to fight off a bear. Sure, he was objectively hot to look at but everything I learned about him just sent my greedy desire into overdrive.

My whole body practically hummed with anticipation from the fair to his house. Every vibration from the engine to the road caressed my sensitive flesh like it was foreplay.  

“I’m turning my fucking phone off,” Liam said the moment he cut his engine after he pulled into his drive way. 

“You don’t have to do that,” I said as I watched him press down the power button on his phone until the screen went dark.

“Yes, I do,” he growled before grabbing me and pulling me across the center console for a deep, possessive kiss that tingled from my lips all the way down my spine to my toes. 

“I won’t let us be interrupted this time.” 

Just the way he said that, with such passion and conviction, made me want him even more desperately. My pussy felt hollowed out and empty, needing him to fill me up since our kiss at the shooting game. 

We didn't waste any time in getting inside and heading toward the bedroom. The air was thick with electric tension between us. Sparks flew from every light touch, just hinting at what explosive chemistry we had beneath the surface. 

The moment Liam closed the bedroom door behind us, he took hold of me around the waist and lifted me off the floor. 

My legs wrapped around his torso as we devoured each other in voracious kisses and bites. A gasp escaped me as I experienced the briefest moment of freefall and then landed on my back on his soft mattress. 

He was on top of me instantly, like a predator going in for the kill. But I was just as hungry for him as he was for me. 

"You're so fucking beautiful Hazel," he growled into my neck as his hands roamed freely over me. His fingers suddenly speared through my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my throat vulnerably. 

"And you're all fucking mine." 

His mouth covered mine again and I moaned my willingness to him, my desperation to please.

We were still fully clothed as his huge, hard body pinned me down to his bed. He pressed against me so hard I was sure he could feel my clit throbbing against his rock hard shaft. 

His teeth grazed and pulled along the shell of my ear and I was amazed I hadn't already quivered over the edge into orgasm already. 

"Do you want to be a good girl for me?" he whispered into my ear. 

"Yes," I whimpered. I would do anything. I just wanted so desperately to feel him inside me and over every inch of my skin. 

"Yes, what?" he growled, tightening his hold on my hair ever so slightly. 

"Yes, I want to be a good girl for you."

He kissed my neck and cheek so sweetly and tenderly. It drove me completely wild how gentle and domineering he could be at the same time.  

"I'm going to cuff your hands to the bed frame. Would you like that?"

I gushed with fresh wetness between my legs as my breath felt stolen from my chest. My brain and body went into an absolute frenzy at that question. Nothing sounded hotter than for my body to be at the mercy of his hands, mouth, and cock. 

"Yes," I breathed. "Yes, please." 

Liam grunted his approval as his hands finally went under my clothing, pulling my T-shirt and bra off with one fell swoop and then tugging my shorts and soaked panties over my hips and down my legs. 

"Oh God," he breathed as he trailed his fingers for a moment from my ankle along my calf muscle before stopping himself. 

"Scoot up to the bedframe," he ordered as he pulled his own shirt over his head, displaying the powerful, rippling muscles I only had the briefest taste of before. 

I did as he instructed and put my hands through the wrought-iron frame of the headboard as he rummaged through his bedside drawer. 

He looked pleased when he saw me. Naked, wet, and my hands in a ready position to be restrained. 

"That's my girl." 

The metal cuffs flashed a bright silver in the moonlight. These weren't the cheesy, fuzzy ones you'd buy from a novelty shop. They were the real things. Hard, cold, and biting.

Liam straddled my naked body on his knees as he gently secured the cuffs around my wrists, sliding a finger between my hand in the metal to ensure they weren't too tight. 

"How does that feel?" he asked. 

"Good," I replied. The metal felt cool against my skin and sent a wave of goosebumps across my entire exposed body. Or maybe that was just the way he looked at me, like he wanted to devour me like prey and worship me like a goddess at the same time. 

His fingertips trailed slowly down my arm. Every touch from him felt so erotic already and he hadn't even gotten started with me. I watched his sculpted torso rise and fall with his breath, the muscles flex in his chest as his hand trailed down to tenderly cup my face. 

He leaned down over me until the breath from his lips mixed with mine, his forehead touching gently to mine and his dark, hungry eyes filled my vision. 

"If you want any of this to stop," he told me. "Just say red. Understand?"

I nodded, eager to receive and submit to what he had in store for me. 

"Speak up, beautiful." 

"I understand," I breathed. "Red to stop."

He smiled the most wicked, sexy grin I ever saw. "Good girl." 

His mouth fell to mine, rewarding me with a kiss. His fingers trailed over my bare, naked skin like tendrils of fire, making me shudder with desire under his touch. This was what I wanted since that first night. For him to use my body for his own pleasure. 

I squirmed and bucked underneath him as he explored me oh-so-slowly, never getting enough. 

His mouth and his hands never broke contact with my skin. As his palms glided across my ribs, sailing over my curves, he kissed and tasted me from my neck down the center of my chest. 

My nipples hardened into the tightest buds, bundling all the nerves together for maximum sensitivity, but he ignored them at first. He teased me, kissing and cupping his hands around the undersides of my breasts, enjoying their weight and fullness in his hands.

"Fuck, Hazel. You are just so perfect." 

His mouth closed over my nipple, eliciting a sharp cry from my mouth as I felt his teeth gently bite down and pull on the hard, sensitive peak. I strained against the handcuffs, unable to stay still if I tried. My nipples and clit pulsed with a tender, sensitive heat. 

He traveled slowly over the landscape of my body, enjoying and exploring every tiny hair follicle and skin cell. No part of me remained untouched by him and yet I could never get enough. 

My bound hands yearned to explore him in return, to taste and feel the expanse of muscles and texture of his skin. But I could only bite my lip as I stretched and writhed against him with the handcuffs still holding me in place.

I would be good. I would let him have me. All of me. 

Sinking his fingers into the flesh around my hip bones, his tongue caressed its way further down, agonizingly close to the center of my heat but still so far away. I arched my back more, bucking my hips higher in his direction. 

He merely chuckled as he looked up at me, drawing lazy circles around my bellybutton with his tongue. 

“Do you want something, Hazel?” He knew the answer to that. He was toying with me.

My face grew hot and I bit my lip harder as his eyes burned into mine, so intense and demanding. I had to look away, I still felt shy. 

When I didn’t answer, his palm sailed up my body, traveling over my breasts before his hand wrapped around my neck. He didn’t squeeze but held me firmly.

“Be a good girl and tell me what you want.” 

He held me firmly enough that I couldn’t move my head or look away from him. But I felt his other hand gently stroke at my hot, wet folds, spreading my lips apart and circling around my opening. 

I let out a sharp gasp as his thumb pressed against my clit, caressing it in firm circles as his other fingers dipped playfully in and out of my wetness. 

The pleasure building up was almost too intense. It was too much everything all at once. How rough and dominant he was to handcuff me and hold me by the throat while he made my pussy feel so fucking good. Not being able to see what he was doing just added another building volcano of sensations coursing throughout my body, ready to burst at any second. 

Almost too much and yet my pussy clenched desperately around nothing. I felt almost completely hollowed out like a drum and couldn’t take the emptiness anymore. 

“Your cock,” I pleaded. “I need your cock.” 

He grinned, looking extremely pleased. He finally had me as putty in his hands. 

“What do you want to do with my cock?” he asked, still teasing me as he began to rub his incredibly hard bulge over my aching vulva.

My whole body was so on edge, I could barely breathe. With every pulse I came more undone, a slave to the nerve endings firing off like miniature whips licking at the surface of my skin. All because of him. 

I licked my lips and used my last coherent bit of brainpower to speak. 

“I need you to fuck me.”