Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 110550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Liam filled me to the brim—warm and pulsating against my tongue. I delighted in the different grunts and sounds I could get from him with the slightest change in pressure or movement. I was completely under Liam’s spell. It wasn’t until then that I knew he was under mine.
Liam tensed beneath me. I drew back with a “pop,” jacking him faster.
“Mackenzie,” he grunted. “Wait—”
Liam exploded on my face, chin, and neck. Hanging my head between our bodies, I winked as I tasted him on my lips.
“Come here.”
Grasping my hips, he brought me down on his face. I grasped the back and passenger seat, barely holding myself up. Liam plundered my hole like there was gold.
“Uhh, yes.” I rocked back and forth on his face, riding his tongue like a cowgirl. “Don’t let me suffocate you. It would really suck if you died before we finished this.”
His chuckle reverberated through my core, tightening my lower belly. What really sucked is that I didn’t jump him the minute I met him. It pissed me off thinking that we wasted a single second of time we could’ve spent together. No wonder Liam was angry when he tossed me in the car.
The pressure built in my core, rising with the temperature. Sweat beaded my skin, dampening the single piece of clothing he allowed me. I was so close—
The car spun.
Blinking, I found myself staring at the back of the driver’s seat, my cheek pressed into the leather. The sound of crinkling hit my ear. I held still—not so much as breathing in case the spell broke and Liam remembered all the silly reasons we couldn’t be together.
He pushed in—slow at first and then picked up the pace.
“Liam, wait,” I gasped. “I want to see you.”
A swat landed on my right cheek. “Ask nicely.”
“You have developed a taste for torture, asshole.”
That got me another swat. I contracted so tightly around him, we both moaned. Fucking hell, I didn’t think I could be this turned on in my life, then the Savage Princes proved me wrong one after the other.
“Please, Liam. Let me ride your cock until you pop like a piñata. Again.”
“Much better.”
It was an impressive feat, all the twisting, lifting, and sliding required for us to change position without breaking our connection.
Liam leaned against the door, his fingers digging into my waist. I didn’t for a second believe this new position put me in charge, and he proved that by lifting me up and smashing my G-spot up into my throat with one hard thrust.
I screamed, losing all control as he bounced on the seat, drilling me till my brain turned to mush and all I could do was beg, plead, and moan for him not to stop. He squeezed my breast, tweaking my nipple between calloused fingers.
I came so hard I pitched forward and bumped my head against the window, leaving my mark in the fog. Liam followed a breath after me—his muscles clenching into tight, rippling cords running down his arms and chest.
I flopped on top of him, so deeply satisfied, I nearly forgot there was a man in the club basement waiting for me to destroy his life. Nearly.
“How long can we stay here before I have to make good on my threat?”
Liam tucked me between him and the seat, lazily stroking my hip. “Quite a while.”
Smiling, I rested my head on his chest. “Works for me. So, to be clear, was it my refusal to torture him that turned you on? Because that’s a very specific kink.”
His laugh shook his chest and me. “It has nothing to do with him and everything to do with you, Mackenzie Blaine. You keep surprising me.”
“But you do think it’ll work?” I squeezed my eyes shut. “Oh, Liam. I want to stay in this moment with you forever, but what you said really did get through to me. Vito could have information that saves our family and ends this war before it begins. It’s vital we make him tell us, but that has to be by outsmarting him. Not by torturing him.” I rose up to meet his gaze. “I don’t know if my plan is the way though. I confess I was making it up as I went along.”
“Yes, I assumed you were borrowing parts of my history when you claimed you’d detonate a bomb in the city.” He raised a brow. “That’s not really part of the plan, is it?”
“No!”
He chuckled. “Kenzie, what you did in there took insight, cleverness, and quick thinking. You took the little you knew about him to conclude the most important thing Vito has is the Brotherhood. His parents are gone. The Kings are gone. All he has is his revenge. I don’t have to tell you what it means to take it away from him. You saw his reaction for yourself.