Their Forever - Chloe Kent Page 0,32

and with her head held up, she strode out the door. She didn't get far before Liam grabbed her arm, and her body crashed against him.

He slammed his mouth against hers, and as she gasped, he slipped his tongue between her lips, forcefully. Taking her air, filling her up with his brand as he licked her tongue, then sucked on it until she sagged against him, lost under his touch. She held on tighter to the tote in her hand; it was the only thing that kept her grounded as Liam's arms contracted around her, kissing her until her head spun.

Her free hand snaked between their bodies, and she grasped a handful of his shirt as his own hand moved down to her ass, bringing her onto the ferocious hardness of his cock as his tongue probed inside her mouth.

Whatever arousal she had tried so hard to purge herself from during her shower returned a hundredfold. At the back of her mind, swirling there in dark tones, was that Kade was watching them. And she couldn't, without will and power, stop her husband.

She sank into him, her control a thing of no consequence. And just when he had dominated her into the kind of submission he demanded, his teeth sank into her bottom lip.

She moaned and weakly tapped his chest with her fist as he punctured the fragile skin on the seam of her mouth. Tears stung her eyes as he bit down harder. She tasted the evidence of the bruising of her lip. Her pussy pulsed against the thigh Liam had slid between her legs, her dress flared enough that she could accommodate him.

She whimpered pathetically even while her body wanted more, wanted him to make her come, to fuck her. He hadn't since Kade had arrived on the scene.

When he released her, then wiped at the drop of blood on her lower lip with his thumb, she understood the lesson he had dished out. He demonstrated his need for her submission.

Even when she refused him, he could still make her burn for him, especially when he inflicted a slice of pain to go with the obscene pleasure he bestowed upon her.

She just wished he hadn't done that in front of his chauffeur. Embarrassed beyond belief, and without saying another word, she marched to the car, then waited there for Kade to open the door for her.

She could have done that herself, in fact when she was with John, she insisted on doing it herself. But she was going to treat Kade like the fucking help, and just because his boss let him spank his wife, then—she shuddered, hopelessly perplexed—continued to make her come while her husband watched, didn't mean she would be giving him any liberties at all.

She sat in stony silence, stewing in her, yet again, wet panties, but throughout the whole drive she felt his eyes on her, weighing her down. Unconsciously she touched her lip. The bruise had already begun to swell; everyone she came into contact today would ask her what had happened to her lip, and she knew by her blush alone would probably be giving herself away. Her husband had bitten her while kissing her to show her who was in charge of her, of her body.

Sadly, even as furious as she was at Liam, her body, as usual, had sided with him and craved his touch with a novelty that never seemed to have wavered a year into being married.

Now she had to contend with a man she couldn't seem to get rid of, one her husband had given permission to touch her however he wanted.

She inhaled deeply and decided to settle one problem at a time. Get Bethy out of the Romano compound and to safety.

Then she planned to get rid of Kade Tremayne.

Forever.

Chapter Eight

For fuck's sake.

Why did Kade have to move so fast? Even though Olivia had gathered up her things moments before they arrived at the woman's shelter, he still beat her into leaving the driver's seat and opening the passenger door for her. She might have wanted to treat him like nothing but the help, but she had a change of heart during the drive.

She wanted to keep as far as possible from him and as often.

She held her breath as she had to pass him when she climbed from the car, refusing her senses to be saturated by his cologne.

“Good morning, Mrs. Stone,” Ronald, the young man who ran the shelter as well as being her