༺RAYNE༻ I scowl and wriggle my wrists in a bid to set them free from Liam's iron grip. I don't want this. There's no way I'm going to put up with being called another woman's name while he's inside me. It's a humiliation I refuse to endure. It's disgusting and I won't stand for it. But Liam refuses to let go, his fingers digging deeper into my skin like he's trying to hold onto something that's slipping away. “Let go of me, Liam,” I spit, shaking underneath his body. Liam pulls back a little, more than half of his shaft still lodged in between my legs. His expression is unreadable at first and then it changes quickly. Something like guilt flickers in his sharp grey eyes. “Rayne, I—” “Oh, it's Rayne now? What happened to Genevieve?” He sighs but still doesn't release me or makes a move to get off me. “It's not like that.” “Really? Then tell me what's it like because right now, it seems I'm clearly just a substitute for who you really want to fuck.” Bile churns in my stomach and
༺RAYNE༻Our fake honeymoon in Paris started off as nothing but plain, boring and uneventful—well, except for the little 'trouble' Genevieve caused. But then it turned into something out of a damn erotic novel, with Liam and I fucking in every corner of the city.Did I say erotic novel? Scratch that. It's literally a freaking porn movie, minus the flaky plot and terrible acting, of course.It turns out that Liam was just as sexually starved as I was, which I wouldn't have believed had he not been fucking me like a jackrabbit on steroids, in every position imaginable—against walls, on tables, in alley and even in a freaking fountain!He screwed me sideways in the Louvre, bent me over the Pont des Arts and made me cum on the steps of Montmartre. And I didn't let him get away with all the control. I also took charge, riding him like a cowgirl, reverse cowgirl and every other girl, while his eyes rolled back and begged for more.Sabrina was right when she teased that our honeymoon would pr
༺RAYNE༻ “Breaking news: Mayor Baker has been arrested on charges of fraud, embezzlement and corruption. A federal investigation alleges the Mayor used city funds for personal gain and accepted bribes from contractors. This shocking arrest marks a dramatic fall from power for the longtime Mayor. City officials are calling for resignation as details continue to emerge. We'll bring you updates as the story unfolds.” I gasp in shock as I stare at the news report on my phone. Mayor Baker has been arrested? For real? But he's always seemed so honest and genuine, I can't believe he'd be involved in something like this. This doesn't make any sense. Liam strides into the bedroom, wearing in a black turtleneck shirt and a grey suit jacket. His hair is wet, slightly tousled, with a few strands falling down his across his forehead. “You're not dressed yet?” He arches an eyebrow and stands in front of where I'm seated on the bed. “We don't have all the time in the world, Rayne.“ But I'm not
༺RAYNE༻ “And this, mes amis, is the iconic Eiffel Tower, the iron lady of Paris. Built for the World's Fair in 1889, she was meant to be temporary but she has become a permanent fixture in our city's skyline. And isn't she just breathtaking?” The tour guide, Noemi, booms with pride as she leads us to the tower, gesturing at it. She's a tall woman, her hair is pulled back in a sleek ponytail, showcasing her heart-shaped face. Her bright red lips curve into a charming smile. She's seemingly younger than I am but barely. I gaze up at the landmark in awe, feeling so tiny in comparison, my eyes lighting up like the twinkling lights in the tower itself. Liam's standing next to me but he doesn't seem as impressed or as excited as I am. He's more interested in his phone than the view. I can't complain. I'm the one who wanted to come here, not him. He's not exactly a lover of 'sentimental nonsense' like he calls it. I'm happy he even finally agreed to bring me here. “Shall we go up?” Noem
༺RAYNE༻ The world outside is moving on while I'm here trapped between Liam's solid chest and the hard floor-to-ceiling window. Nothing else matters when he's pounding me like there's no tomorrow. He's holding my thighs with a strong, iron grip, my legs wrapped around his butt and my arms hooked around his neck. My ass is pressed against the window, every thrust of Liam's cock pushing me harder against the glass, the chill seeping into my skin. I feel like the entire city of Paris is watching me get fucked. The exposure, the recklessness of it all, is making the sex even hotter. Liam's hands grip my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh as he thrusts deeper, harder. I've never been fucked like this before! Liam seems to outdo himself every time we engage in what's practically like a mad mating session. My senses are dazed now. All I can feel is him inside of him and all I can breathe is his scent. “Oh god, Liam, yes!” I gasp, my nails digging into his back. He grunts in response
༺RAYNE༻ “When Liam and Rayne are together, the only thing more explosive than their chemistry is Liam's cab! Lol!” “OMG LIAM IS HE OKAY?!?! I just want to know if he's safe! Oh, Liam baby! Please stay safe for me!!!” “Can't believe someone tried to kill Liam Everhart and his wife! Who would do such a thing? #JusticeForLiam” “Liam Everhart, please be okay. My heart can't take it if anything happens to you!” “Praying for Liam Everhart and his wife after that terrifying explosion. So grateful they're alive.” “Just when you think you're safe... Liam Everhart's explosion is a wake-up call. Be careful out there, everyone!” “Wow! So even money can't buy you safety???” “Liam Everhart's car explosion was no accident. This was a targeted attack. Hope he's taking extra precautions and taking care of himself and his wife.” “Who's responsible for Liam's safety in Paris? Someone needs to answer for this! Paris, you messed up big time! How could you put our Liam in danger?!” “I'm not buyin
༺RAYNE༻ My breath slows and my thoughts quiet as I remain glued in Liam's strong arms, wrapped tightly and warm around me. With my head still nestled on his chest, I hear and feel his heartbeat steadily. It's a subtle, soothing rhythm against my ear. Though Liam is hard to understand at times, I can't hold myself back from being touched by his fierce protectiveness. Knowing that he's willing to go to such lengths for my safety is ever so comforting. The feeling is evergreen. My own heart rate synchronizes with his, like our hearts are beating in unison. The living room becomes utterly quiet now and a sense of calm washes over me. All I hear is Liam's heartbeat, his breathing and the quiet rustle of his shirt as he shifts slightly. He caresses my hair, his fingers tangling in the strands, his chest rising and falling as he breathes. His other hand strokes my back but then he stops as though he's suddenly remembered something. His hands freeze in place and his body tenses. “What's
༺RAYNE༻ Sabrina scrambles out of her seat and quickly goes to Lucas, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other hand on his chest, trying to comfort him. At the same time, Liam supports Lucas’ back with his hand, wrapping his arm around him gently. “Grandfather!” Liam yells again, his hands frantic, his voice tainted with panic. I get up as well, my mouth falling open. I feel bad for the old man as I watch him still struggling to breathe, his face turning a scary shade of purple. “Get the doctor!” Sabrina screams painfully at a maid, “Quickly, he’s not breathing, oh God, hurry!” The maid takes a step back, her hands fluttering up to her mouth as if to stifle a scream, her eyes fixed on Lucas’ purple face. It’s Liam’s turn to shout at her, “What the fuck are you still standing there for, move! Get the doctor, now!” Her eyes dart around the room and she starts running towards the door. She knocks over a chair in her haste, causing a loud clatter to echo in the dining room. S