Filthy Desire (The Dirty Kings of Vegas)

I stretch and tell Liam, “I need a shower.”

Ma Connolly heard me from across the room. She looks up from the gaggle of well-dressed men she’s with.

“Liam,” her voice carries without her having to raise it. “You’ve the big rooms at the top. The ones at the front. You should find everything you need.”

The rooms are airy with high-ceilings, and the smell of fresh linen. Pillows and cushions cover the huge bed.

Liam shows me inside, then leans back on the door as he closes it behind us.

“Before you get clean,” his voice scrapes down me like a slow zipper, “I’m going to make sure you’re really filthy.”

I turn, startled.

He’s so close, I catch my breath. Takin a grip of of my ass, he pulls me tight against him. My tits, hot, soft and bare under his cotton shirt, crush on his hard torso. The sore buds swell and scratch.

His lip curls and trembles as he lowers his face to mine. My breasts heave as my breath thickens. The racing beat of my heart makes me light-headed.

“Yes.” The word only comes out of me as a whisper. Everything slips into slo-mo. Until our mouths meet. Join. Explore. And lock, in a wild, uninhibited, thrashing struggle.

Then lights go on inside me. Colors, dazzling so bright it’s like a sound.

He pulls the shirt, his shirt, down off my shoulders. Down till it binds my arms.

I see a flame in his eye. He likes that. I like it, too.

But the game is for him to find out how I like it. How and what. And where.

I don’t know how I know.

Like I don’t know how we agree the unspoken, unknown rules. But we do.

He lifts me, hauls me over his shoulder. I’m slung over his back. My arms are bound by my sides.

His hand is on my ass.

Yes.

I like that.

And he loves me liking it. We know. I can’t believe that his mind is as dirty as mine.

The first slap makes me convulse. I groan as my knees jam into his chest. I shout and moan.

With the second slap, his hand stays on the sting. The burning mark. On the third slap, he turns to nip the flesh on my hip with his teeth. And his fingers slip along my channel. My hot, swollen, dripping wet pussy.

“You are a dirty girl.”

He pushes his fingers inside me. Makes me jerk and jolt. He moves them. Turns them to explore my opening. Feel up my walls.

“What a beautiful cunt,” he growls. “I was dreaming of it all night.”

I realize now what I did wrong.

“I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“I shouldn’t have left you. I got up to make coffee…”

Thwack! My punishment, I guess.

He says, “Don’t apologize.” Thwack! Again. “You did nothing wrong.”

“I should have told you where I was going. Or left a note. I’m so sorry.”

Thwack!

That time, it really stung. I’m starting to like this far too much. “I must have put you to a lot of trouble, trying to find me.”

Cushions and pillows bounce as he slings me down on the bed.

“You’re so young, Tegan. You deserve a better man than me. Especially for your first time.”

Chapter Twelve

Tegan

“For my first time,” I plead, “I deserve a man who knows what he’s doing.” I shudder, thinking about the cabin. “I definitely deserve a man of my own choosing. If you hadn’t come and found me, that choice wouldn’t have been mine to make. I have you to thank.”

His voice is deep and powerful. “I want you, Tegan. It’s wrong. But I’m going to take you and to claim you.”

“Do whatever you want with me, Liam.”

His eyes make me burn inside when he says, “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you. Even though I knew it was wrong.”

“Is it wrong? Am I wrong to want you?”

“I’m too old for you.”

“Don’t I get a say in that?”

“No,” he snarls. “Because I’m older, I take the responsibility.”

I’m ready to beg. “So, if the choice has to be yours, what will it be?”

“I’m going to have you, Tegan. I’m going to break you in and fuck you.”

He unbuckles my belt. His belt. That I’m wearing.

“I’m claiming you, Tegan. I’m going to take you.”

I want to ask, Then what? but I know I’m not ready for the answer. I want him now. Nothing matters more than that.

He undoes the shirt I’m wearing, button by button. Plants fluttering kisses on my neck, my chest, between my tits. Down my stomach as the shirt opens to bare my skin.

He growls when he finds me naked under the shirt. I almost come, thinking about how close I got to being exposed in front of Jack and Aaron.

But now I’m happy that I saved my naked pussy for my bear.

He’s making me wait and I tremble.

“You smell so fucking hot, Tegan. Your young pussy is dripping for me.”