༺LIAM༻ We started on the couch and now I have her bent forward, leaning against a table close to the window. For someone who almost drowned, she's got the stamina of a wildcat. I don't know where she gets it from but damn, I love it. We've been going at it for more than an hour and even after she's cum twice, she's still urging me to go faster. And I'll be damned if I don't. I love how she matches my hunger, how she takes everything I give her. My hands are holding her slim waist tight while I'm fucking her from behind, my fingers turning white and digging into her skin. Rayne loves it when I leave marks on her, she says it reminds her she's mine. And she very well is. This woman is a wild thing, my obsession and my addiction. I can't believe how much I missed the feeling of making love to her until I was balls-deep in her hot, gaping, soaked snatch. One thrust into her sweet wetness and I knew I was home. Her body welcomed me like a long-lost piece, fitting together perfectly. T
༺RAYNE༻ “She pushed you?” Liam's question comes in a stern, dangerously low voice. I nod, my mind wandering back to the ugly exchange I had with Genevieve that landed me in the pool. Agreed, I said some pretty nasty things to her, but she deserved it after everything she said about me and Liam. I don't regret what I did one bit and I'm sure she won't any sleep over the fact that she almost killed me. That bitch is too far gone. Liam straightens himself on top of me and pulls out every inch of his cock. My honeypot feels the sudden hollow sensation and aches for his return. I instinctively arch my back and thrust my hips forward, my lips pouting. “Liam,” I murmur, watching as he gets off the bed. “Where are you going?” He glances down at me, his face wrinkled with anger. “To have a word with Genevieve. She thinks she can hurt you and get away with it? Not on my watch.” An involuntary sharp intake of breath catches in my throat and leaves me lightheaded. This is unbelievable and.
༺RAYNE༻ “V-Vesper?” I don't know how he managed to bypass all of the security guards but I know one thing. This monster is here for revenge. The menacing smile on his scarred face says it all. Without wasting another second, I push the door with all my strength, hoping to slam it shut at him. However, he quickly wedges his foot between the door and the frame. He pushes the door back at me and enters the living room. Vesper instantly lands me a hard slap on my cheek. I yelp and fall on my face with a thud, my ear ringing from the slap. I quickly spin around on the floor, backing away from him as he takes slow steps towards me. “Hello, Mrs Everhart,” he utters in a voice that gives me the creeps. “You look lovelier than the last time I saw you, cowering in front of me.” I swallow the lump in my throat as I stare hard at him. He has multiple jagged scars crisscrossing his cheeks and forehead. His right eye is hidden behind a black leather eye patch, concealing what I assume to be a
༺LIAM༻ I'm on my way to Miami when my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out to see Sabrina's name flashing on the screen. That's odd. Why on earth is she calling me instead of Rayne, especially since they were supposed to spend the weekend together? I answer, adjusting the headset to block out the helicopter's rotor noise, “Hello?” “Liam, thank God I reached you!” Sabrina's voice sounds frantic. Did something happen to my grandfather? My grip on the armrest tightens. “What's wrong? Is Grandfather okay?” “Lucas is fine,” she breathes. “It's Rayne I'm worried about.” I lean forward, my body tensing, every muscle in me coiling. “What's wrong with Rayne? Is she hurt?” “I don't know, Liam. I just pulled up outside your house and it's swarming with men in black, carrying guns! And I'm not talking about men in suits! They're thugs, armed to the teeth! There are a lot of them and they all came in SUVs with tinted windows. I'm hiding in my car. I don't know what to do! I've called R
༺LIAM༻ Rayne breaks down against my chest, crying loudly and clutching my shoulders. “Liam, Liam, p-please don't l-let me go. I-I was so scared. I thought I'd die in there. They wanted to...they were g-going to...” “Shhh,” I hush. “You're safe now. They can't hurt you anymore, not when you're with me. No one can harm you now, my darling.” I caress her back and stroke her hair. I blink away my own tears while she's still pouring hers on my chest, soaking my chest. Rayne sniffles and her breath catches in shaky sobs, her chest heaving. Her body shudders with every sob. She stops crying but doesn't lift her head, her tear-stained face nuzzling deeper into my chest. She doesn't want to let go of me and I don't want to either. I want to keep her close. I want to absorb her pain and fear and replace it with my love for her. I love her so damn much to put into words, more than I ever thought possible and more with every passing second. She's my everything. I can't stand the thought of l
༺LIAM༻ “Unfortunately, he got away when we deployed tear gas to flush them out. I don't know how,” Gordon says. “I have some of my men scouring the area, but so far, no sign. And we're also reviewing the footage now. It seems he had a planned escape route.” It was a well-thought out plan, all right. That calculating monster orchestrated his revenge almost perfectly. But he's not the only calculating monster around here. I can be just as ruthless, just as dangerous, just as deadly as Vesper. And he'll soon learn his lesson the hard way. For good this time. I curl my fingers into tight fists. “Just make sure your men find that fucker. I want every resource poured into this, every damn asset, everything we have! He isn't getting away with this. You hear me, Gordon? He WILL pay. And he'll pay dearly.” “I hear you loud and clear, Everhart. Consider it done.” Gordon nods sharply. “In the meantime, come take a look at the CCTV footage we're reviewing. We might be able to spot something t
༺RAYNE༻ Where's Liam? Why hasn't he come back for me yet? I'm tired of sitting in this cold, almost empty windowless room filled with strangers with guns and uniforms. This place is basically a fortress of steel and stone. I should be safe, I should feel comfortable but I'm not. And that's because it's missing the one person I need. The one person I always turn to, the one person that makes me feel truly safe and loved. When I'm with him, I'm at peace and everything feels right, like I'm home, like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be. The world outside recedes when he's by my side. And in his arms, nothing else matters, no harm can come to me when he's near. I love him so much and I miss him. He's been gone the whole day, it's eating away at me. I don't even know what the time is but I can tell it's late in the night. Where could he have gone? Where is he? I'm getting worried sick! The doors open abruptly and I stand up, my heart leaping. I was hoping to find Liam striding in but
༺RAYNE༻ “Not for long.” “Not for long.” “Not for long.” With just these three words, Liam ripped out a chunk of my soul and delivered an icy blow that has left me stunned for almost an hour. We've arrived at the penthouse in Manhattan but all I can think about is what Liam meant by those words. When I asked him about it, he didn't respond. He just kept driving and driving until we got here. I couldn't press on. I just felt numb, so numb I was afraid if I opened my mouth again I'd have broken down right there and then. And I didn't want that. It's bad enough that Liam's giving me the cold shoulder, no, the frozen tundra of indifference. The last thing I want is to break down in front of him and let him think that I'm fragile and completely dependent on him emotionally. Even though it might be the truth and that terrifies me. “Go take a shower,” Liam gruffs. It sounded like an order rather than a gentle suggestion. This is getting too much for me to bear. I stride in front of