*Vivienne*Remember when I said we were far from being done tonight? Yup… turns out I couldn't have been more right. Cause tell me why almost an hour later, we are still going at it like some dog in heat. And hey, it's not that I'm complaining or anything but if this man doesn't stop pounding my pussy any minute from now, I might actually pass out from excessive stimulation and pleasure. It was as if he was determined to make sure that I indeed pass out. “F—fuck, Liam,” I moaned as I felt his cock leaving my pussy. The bedsheets were clenched tightly in my hands, my teeth digging into my lower lip and almost drawing blood. I could feel him everywhere— my breasts, stomach, between my thighs and deep in my pussy. His taste was in my mouth. His scent was in my nostrils. His breathing, as rough and ragged as mine, resonated in my ears. I was so intimately aware of him. He thrusts back into my pussy at his languid pace and I could feel myself combusting at his fingertips. The smell
*Vivienne*“No,” he said, cutting me off. “You are actually the first woman I'm doing this for.”I felt a squeeze in my heart at his words and I slowly threw my head to the side, unable to look him in the eye. The cleaning movement at my lower body subsided and then stopped altogether. I felt him reaching for my face even before his cold hands grasped my chin and turned my head back to him. “Why? You don't believe me?” he asked softly as stared into my eyes. Fuck! Those eyes look like they are piercing into my soul. I quickly ran my tongue over my dry lips. “No, I—” I paused and counted to five in my head. “No, I do believe you,” I added. Liam's gaze remained rooted on my face and then he chuckled. “You are really a bad liar, Angel eyes,” he said, his voice light with humor. He brushed his thumb across my left eyebrow. “Your left eye twitches like crazy whenever you're lying. I've told you before, right?”How did he even manage to pick up on that?Embarrassed at being caught at m
*Vivienne*Never in my life did I imagine that I would be telling my story to another person… more less, a man.It wasn't even about the heartache and guilt that I normally feel whenever I thought about the series of events that lead up to the tragedy but bringing myself to talk openly about it. But here I was, naked with my boobs squished up against Liam's hot body as I told him exactly what happened. I was yet to understand the reason why I told him something that I had sworn never to tell anyone, but I later came to the conclusion that I tend to be irrational whenever I was with him. But deep down inside me, I knew that I wanted to tell him… I wanted to be the first person that he hears the story from. Releasing another deep agonizing breath, I raised my head from his chest and stared at him. “So, you see the reason why I can't bring myself to trust anyone? I can't even trust myself… and that's just the real me.”Liam just gazed at me without a word, his green eyes flickering a
*Liam*“Why didn't you tell Ms. Reynolds about the paparazzi camping out in front of the hotel,” Ryder threw out as soon as the car pulled out from the parking lot. I sighed and reclined even more on the car seat. “Well, I didn't want to bother her with such irrelevant things,” I answered. “Irrelevant things?” Ryder scoffed. “Because of the scene you caused yesterday, the whole internet has been buzzing off with the firm speculations that you two are dating. Again.”I closed my eyes. “You make it sound like it would be a bad thing if we were actually dating.”“Aren't you?”My eyes popped open and I slowly turned my head to gaze at Ryder. “No, we are not,” I told him. “At least not yet.”“Well, guess who's not going to believe you?” I watched with a quizzical expression on my face as he pulled up an article on his tab and practically shoved it at my face. “What the fuck is that?” I muttered. “A super viral article of you rushing up to help Ms. Reynolds and finally leading her away
*Vivienne*As I settled into the plush leather seat of the car, I glanced sideways at Eric. He looked a bit pale, the remnants of his recent hospital stay evident in the way he held himself. I suddenly felt guilty about not visiting him throughout his stay at the hospital. I only recalled hearing that the stab had gone deep and that he would be needing critical surgery and aftercare. The car hummed softly as we glided through the late morning streets, the sun casting long shadows across the asphalt. The city buzzed around us, a symphony of honking horns and distant chatter.“Feeling better?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood. Eric offered a faint smile, his eyes focused on the road ahead. “Yeah, just a bit sore. But I’ll be back to normal soon.”I swallowed hard, feeling nerves overtaking my body. “I'm so sorry I didn't drop by to visit the entire time you were at the hospital,” I finally whispered, hoping that my sincerity was passed across to him. “You don't have to apologize
*Vivienne*“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it, Ina?” he said, his tone unsettlingly calm and steady. That was the second thing that the man responsible for upsetting my entire life said to me, about eight years later. Almost immediately resentment, anger, sorrow and a whole lot more emotions rolled through me systemically, each one trying to override the other. He moved to my back and I could feel him sniffing my hair. His own smell invaded my nostrils which instantly made the contents in my belly revolt. It was him alright. Lemon, leather and the smell of cigarettes clinging to his clothes. “I have missed you so much, Ina,” he continued with a husky voice, his strong alcoholic breath fanning my neck. I clenched my jaw, my fists clenching behind me, nails biting into palms. Fuck! I still can't see a damn thing. And my ankles were also starting to hurt like a bitch. Whoever tied me up did a great fucking job.“Your smell.” he lifted the side of my hair and took another sniff of
*Vivienne*The flashing neon bulbs, the heavy music booming from hidden speakers and the entire hyped up atmosphere were all beginning to give me a serious headache, and I was already on the verge of breaking into a full-blown panic.Clubs.Fuck! What the hell was I even thinking? And so what if this place is new and apparently popular with the people of Los Angeles? I wasn't a club kind of girl. But somehow, I had allowed my employees to drag me to the club on a Monday night nonetheless. I seriously must have lost my mind.Still on that thought, I suddenly lurched forward as my body jolted with the impact of someone bumping into me from behind. I quickly braced my hands on the table in front of me and steadied myself.My jaw clenched as a heavy sense of deja vu descended upon me, making my body go so rigid and tight that it became a miracle I was still breathing fine.The faint voice of someone apologizing to me slowly receded into the background while I forced myself to breathe ste
*Vivienne*It either had to be the sunlight streaming in through the windows or the unshakable eerie feeling that something was wrong that woke me with a start but, as I blinked my eyes open, it slowly dawned on me why.I was lying in an unfamiliar room— a hotel room from the looks of it. For a moment, I just froze on the bed, my mind slowly going into a destructive overdrive. Fuck… no! It can't be!Squeezing my eyes shut, I subconsciously willed and prepared my body for the onslaught of nausea and the smell of drugs but when nothing of that sort happened and intense silence greeted me instead, I had to force myself back to reality.My hands bunched into fits as I slowly remembered that I was going back to the past. The past that I swore never to go back to.Peeling my eyes back open, I silently took in my surroundings— I was still disoriented and unsure of how I had ended up here. The spacious room was decorated in warm, earthy tones, with rich wood furniture and plush bedding. A l
*Vivienne*“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it, Ina?” he said, his tone unsettlingly calm and steady. That was the second thing that the man responsible for upsetting my entire life said to me, about eight years later. Almost immediately resentment, anger, sorrow and a whole lot more emotions rolled through me systemically, each one trying to override the other. He moved to my back and I could feel him sniffing my hair. His own smell invaded my nostrils which instantly made the contents in my belly revolt. It was him alright. Lemon, leather and the smell of cigarettes clinging to his clothes. “I have missed you so much, Ina,” he continued with a husky voice, his strong alcoholic breath fanning my neck. I clenched my jaw, my fists clenching behind me, nails biting into palms. Fuck! I still can't see a damn thing. And my ankles were also starting to hurt like a bitch. Whoever tied me up did a great fucking job.“Your smell.” he lifted the side of my hair and took another sniff of
*Vivienne*As I settled into the plush leather seat of the car, I glanced sideways at Eric. He looked a bit pale, the remnants of his recent hospital stay evident in the way he held himself. I suddenly felt guilty about not visiting him throughout his stay at the hospital. I only recalled hearing that the stab had gone deep and that he would be needing critical surgery and aftercare. The car hummed softly as we glided through the late morning streets, the sun casting long shadows across the asphalt. The city buzzed around us, a symphony of honking horns and distant chatter.“Feeling better?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood. Eric offered a faint smile, his eyes focused on the road ahead. “Yeah, just a bit sore. But I’ll be back to normal soon.”I swallowed hard, feeling nerves overtaking my body. “I'm so sorry I didn't drop by to visit the entire time you were at the hospital,” I finally whispered, hoping that my sincerity was passed across to him. “You don't have to apologize
*Liam*“Why didn't you tell Ms. Reynolds about the paparazzi camping out in front of the hotel,” Ryder threw out as soon as the car pulled out from the parking lot. I sighed and reclined even more on the car seat. “Well, I didn't want to bother her with such irrelevant things,” I answered. “Irrelevant things?” Ryder scoffed. “Because of the scene you caused yesterday, the whole internet has been buzzing off with the firm speculations that you two are dating. Again.”I closed my eyes. “You make it sound like it would be a bad thing if we were actually dating.”“Aren't you?”My eyes popped open and I slowly turned my head to gaze at Ryder. “No, we are not,” I told him. “At least not yet.”“Well, guess who's not going to believe you?” I watched with a quizzical expression on my face as he pulled up an article on his tab and practically shoved it at my face. “What the fuck is that?” I muttered. “A super viral article of you rushing up to help Ms. Reynolds and finally leading her away
*Vivienne*Never in my life did I imagine that I would be telling my story to another person… more less, a man.It wasn't even about the heartache and guilt that I normally feel whenever I thought about the series of events that lead up to the tragedy but bringing myself to talk openly about it. But here I was, naked with my boobs squished up against Liam's hot body as I told him exactly what happened. I was yet to understand the reason why I told him something that I had sworn never to tell anyone, but I later came to the conclusion that I tend to be irrational whenever I was with him. But deep down inside me, I knew that I wanted to tell him… I wanted to be the first person that he hears the story from. Releasing another deep agonizing breath, I raised my head from his chest and stared at him. “So, you see the reason why I can't bring myself to trust anyone? I can't even trust myself… and that's just the real me.”Liam just gazed at me without a word, his green eyes flickering a
*Vivienne*“No,” he said, cutting me off. “You are actually the first woman I'm doing this for.”I felt a squeeze in my heart at his words and I slowly threw my head to the side, unable to look him in the eye. The cleaning movement at my lower body subsided and then stopped altogether. I felt him reaching for my face even before his cold hands grasped my chin and turned my head back to him. “Why? You don't believe me?” he asked softly as stared into my eyes. Fuck! Those eyes look like they are piercing into my soul. I quickly ran my tongue over my dry lips. “No, I—” I paused and counted to five in my head. “No, I do believe you,” I added. Liam's gaze remained rooted on my face and then he chuckled. “You are really a bad liar, Angel eyes,” he said, his voice light with humor. He brushed his thumb across my left eyebrow. “Your left eye twitches like crazy whenever you're lying. I've told you before, right?”How did he even manage to pick up on that?Embarrassed at being caught at m
*Vivienne*Remember when I said we were far from being done tonight? Yup… turns out I couldn't have been more right. Cause tell me why almost an hour later, we are still going at it like some dog in heat. And hey, it's not that I'm complaining or anything but if this man doesn't stop pounding my pussy any minute from now, I might actually pass out from excessive stimulation and pleasure. It was as if he was determined to make sure that I indeed pass out. “F—fuck, Liam,” I moaned as I felt his cock leaving my pussy. The bedsheets were clenched tightly in my hands, my teeth digging into my lower lip and almost drawing blood. I could feel him everywhere— my breasts, stomach, between my thighs and deep in my pussy. His taste was in my mouth. His scent was in my nostrils. His breathing, as rough and ragged as mine, resonated in my ears. I was so intimately aware of him. He thrusts back into my pussy at his languid pace and I could feel myself combusting at his fingertips. The smell
*Vivienne*Everything had happened at the speed of light that it almost gave me whiplash. From trying to push Liam away, to bickering away like some lovers and then it somehow wants to end with me naked and writhing underneath him. Everything had been going so well, Liam sure does know his way around a woman's body. He knows exactly what to do or touch to make you come undone. At least that was until he brushed his fingers across my scar and I had tensed. It's actually kind of crazy how I had almost forgotten that it was there in the first place. “Just pretend it's not there,” I blurted out, feeling desperate to take his attention away from there. I knew that Liam had seen me undressed before and he had also seen the ugly looking scar but it still doesn't erase the fact that I was afraid that he might find it upsetting or off-putting.The scar wasn't exactly what you would call a neat work. Back then, I was too busy trying to cut down on money that the hospital meant nothing to m
*Liam*Wanting to take my time and savor her this time, I molded my mouth to hers, exploring the soft, sensual curves of her lips. She trembled beneath me in response. Scooping an arm around her waist, I drew her even more closer and relished the melting warmth that rushed between us. I groaned deeply in my throat, my hand sliding up the side of her face before it latched onto her throat while my other other hand found its way to her lush butt. I grabbed a cheek, my fingertips digging into the lush softness. God, this ass was going to be my weakness. It was shapely and was just enough for me to dig my fingers into… just the way I like 'em.She let out a low moan of pleasure as I parted her lips with my tongue and delved inside, ravishing her mouth and staking my claim. Passion and need fused as one and created a sharp, splintering ache in his loins, making my cock harden. I traced my tongue over her lips and licked the inner seam, she shivered, mindlessly rocking her hips against
*Liam*“Do you want me to? Do you really want me to leave you alone, Angel eyes?” I asked her, my eyes darting across her face in search of the answer. Vivienne stared at me, a certain look of sadness creeping into her eyes before it disappeared. She averted her eyes and quickly stood up making me take a step back. “Yes,” she muttered. My fists clenched by my sides. “Look at me in the eyes and say it, Angel eyes,” I demanded as I breached the gap between us, getting into her personal space. I was done having her push me away for no reason. As I stared down at her, I could see her pulse beating wildly in the small hollow of her neck but yet she refused looking at me. In desperation, I grabbed her arm and drew her even closer to my body. “Answer me, Angel eyes.”She twisted her arm in my hold. “Get your hands off me, Liam,” she muttered. I tightened them instead. “Answer me, Angel eyes,” I said. Huffing out one deep breath, she finally yanked out her arm and fell a step back. She