Their Forever - Chloe Kent Page 0,17

I—” Yelping in surprise, her breath knocked from her lungs, Liam spun her around and forced her onto her knees.

With one hand still firmly gripped in her hair, ensuring a steady supply of tears streaming down her face, he unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper, and force-fed her his cock.

“Suck,” he ordered ominously, but he had thrust too deep into her mouth, and she had gagged, not prepared, with her breathing too erratic to begin with.

She tried to push him from her mouth, imploring him with her eyes to release her, to give her a chance to get her breathing in sync.

“Suck,” he said again. Gasping for air, she relaxed her jaw, her tongue swirled around the immense thickness of his cock, her senses lighting up as his taste penetrated her. Her pussy ached, and she squeezed her thighs together tightly, whimpering for his touch the same way she wanted to run away from him.

She sucked him with all her heart, lovingly licking the veins that ran the length of his cock like a river, the patterns she could trace with her eyes closed in her mind. But that wasn't what Liam wanted from her. He shoved deeper, deeper than he had ever gone before, down to her throat as his hand curled around its tenderness once more.

Her pussy spasmed. She whimpered and silently begged he touch her. He cut off her air supply, and she knew panicking would only make it worse. She looked up at him as he deep-throated her, his expression merciless, icy. What had she done? How could her words do this to him?

She was gasping, but still, she couldn't bring herself to tap his thigh. Even in his violent mood, she knew Liam would stop the instant she tapped his thigh. And suddenly she knew that was what he was waiting for. Her surrender. Her defeat. He wanted her to take back her words. Stubbornly, she closed her eyes and gave herself over to him to do as he pleased with her. Just as she had from day one.

All she did was anger him further. Grunting, fucking her mouth, ruthlessly, until her makeup ran down her face in the stream of her tears.

“I love y—” she said, trembling uncontrollably when he finally released her. In answer, he whipped off his jacket, loosened his tie, and with harsh, jerky movements, rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt.

Her mouth dried at the sight before her. He was everything that fascinated her. A god she wanted to worship, was addicted to, and even at the same time when he was fierce, her fear became a sexual addiction. But he had never shown her this side of him, this kind of darkness that seemed to engulf him and her at the same time.

There was an almost cruel ruthlessness to his actions, that he wanted her to hurt. And for what? Because she had declared her love for him? How could that be something he construed as wrong?

Her traitorous body, the body he had molded to suit his needs, his desires, betrayed her once again. As he picked her up, his hand bruising her arm, the wetness from her pussy had saturated her panties and now made her thighs sleek.

“Liam, talk to me,” she begged as he'd hauled her up and dragged her to the edge of a desk. She turned around and faced him then reached out to touch his jaw and felt the coldness in his heart on his skin. She remembered the marriage vows, how he had written them out for both of them. That she would obey him until death did them part. And his, that he would protect her until death did him part. The word love was not mentioned, not even by the priest who married them.

At the time she hadn't thought much of it. She still feared him, this unforgettably handsome man with a hand of death at his side. She hadn't known what she had gotten herself into with him. But she had consoled herself that her family was safe, no matter what, she trusted Liam when he said they would be taken care of for the rest of their lives.

For that she had resigned herself to the worst fate life could offer her. She had sacrificed herself for her family and would do it over and over again.

She expected her life to be over the instant they exchanged their modified marriage vows. She'd envisioned a life of a