Right. I’m going to have to sit up for this conversation.
Pushing myself up, I turn to face Liam, folding my legs beneath me. He pulls himself up, and placing a pillow behind his back, he locks eyes with me.
“So Dad didn’t actually tell me anything. He just wanted me to resign from Byrne Enterprises. He only said the second you find out who I am, you’d claim me.”
Worry tightens Liam’s features. “You know nothing?”
I shrug. “I Googled the mafia. Does that count?” Letting out a nervous chuckle, I admit, “Honestly, I didn’t even know the mafia was still a thing until I spoke with Dad.”
Liam lets out a heavy breath. “Fuck.”
Fuck?
Why fuck?
His teeth scrape over his bottom lip, then he pins me with a serious look. “Before I continue, you need to know there’s no way I’m letting you go.”
Hearing the warning in his tone, it makes apprehension slither into my chest.
“The mafia is an illegal crime organization,” he gives me the definition I read online.
“I gathered as much,” I whisper.
“Crime, Kiara. I’m a criminal.”
Hesitantly, I ask, “So you can be arrested any day?”
He lets out an amused chuckle. “No. I have half the police force and politicians in my pocket.”
Oh-kay. I guess money does buy you power.
His eyes are intense on mine. “I’ve killed, and I’ll kill again.”
His words don’t hit as hard as I expected them to. “Innocent people?”
He shakes his head. “Enemies.”
“Like Finn?”
When he nods, I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding. “Okay.” My eyebrows furrow together. “What else?”
“Money laundering mostly. Illegal gambling. Arms.”
“Arms? Like weapons?”
He nods. “I belong to a group called the Priesthood. Mostly I clean their money and help out with the transporting of weapons.”
I should be upset about this, right?
But that would mean being against the person Dad was, being against Liam, who’s been nothing but good to me.
The realization hits me right in the heart. I can never be against them. Dad… God, he was my father. And Liam, he’s my future. I’ll stay loyal to them until I die.
Liam lifts his hand, brushing his fingers over my cheek. “You’re not trying to run.”
The corner of my mouth lifts. “How far would I get?”
He shakes his head. “You won’t make it off this bed.”
Heat pours into my veins, my abdomen clenching.
Damn, that’s a turn-on. I want to be owned by this man, and I don’t care that it’s crazy.
Moving, I crawl onto his lap, straddling him. My hands frame his jaw, my eyes drifting over his attractive features. “That was really hot.”
A sinful smirk forms on his face, then he comments, “You like it when I’m dominant.”
I nod as I slowly lean forward. “I do.”
“Like I said, you were made for me.”
I brush my lips against his. “If any other man tried to dominate me, I’d slap him into next week.”
“Good,” he growls as his hands find my butt, his fingers squeezing me hard. He thrusts up, his hard length rubbing where I need it most.
“You told me to tell you when I can’t feel you inside me anymore.”
“Yeah,” he murmurs, then his mouth nips at mine.
“I can’t feel you any longer,” I lie because I’m still sensitive from our earlier lovemaking.
Liam pushes my t-shirt up and over my head, tossing it to the side. “Get naked, baby. I need to feel you stretched around my cock.”
Holy shit.
I quickly shove my leggings down while Liam takes off his sweatpants, then I’m pulled onto his lap again to straddle him, his hands grabbing hold of my ass once more.
“You’re going to ride me until I come,” he orders, the fierce desire he feels for me clear in his voice.
“Yes, sir.”
Liam positions his erection at my entrance, and with one hard thrust up, he buries himself deep inside me. My body curves forward, my lips parting from the ache of him stretching me.
“God,” I gasp, my palm slapping against his rock-hard chest to keep myself from slumping forward.
“That’s it, baby. Feel every inch of me inside you,” he groans.
Liam brings his hands to my hips, then lifts me as he pulls out before slamming back inside me. This time I fall forward, my breasts hitting his chest. “So good,” I moan. “So, so good.”
There’s a slap to my butt, making my abdomen clench hard. “Jesus. Ride me, Kiara.”
I place my hands on his shoulders and swivel my hips, slowly moving up and down. It’s delicious torture, feeling every inch of his hard length stroke inside me.
Liam’s fingers dig into my skin, and with a tight grip, he starts to move me faster until the pace suits him. His thrusts are relentless, and I wrap my arms around his neck, my breasts rubbing against his chest.
“Liam,” I whimper, my body totally under his control.
“Come, baby,” he orders, his tone hoarse.
On command, my body seizes up, and the only thing keeping me from splintering apart is Liam. The pleasure steals my ability to breathe, to think, and all I can do is feel.