Page 125 of Perfect Liar

He pushed against my body with his, pressing me harder against the wall, to stop me. Then he brushed over my ear with his sweltering-hot lips.

“You don’t know how mad it is—the way I need you. You don’t know what you’re asking me for…you can still go.”

I shook my head.

“I won’t go.”

“Damn you, Elle.”

The tone of his words matched the increased strength in his arms, and then he started moving inside me.

Will threw the chaotic mix of his emotions running through him into our fire, and he let us burn. The thrusting of his hips deepened beyond the force he’d ever used with me as he lost himself to rage.

Rage was the one demon that grew when tossed into fire.

Our flames reached higher as he thrust into me, his emotions driving him, fueling him, engulfing him within his own fiery hell.

Deeper he thrust. Harder and harder.

I couldn’t take much more. His strength and force were so strong. But still, I didn’t make him stop. I raked my nails over his back and shoulders and screamed.

And at the same time, the roar of his climax blasted through the corridor.

I collapsed onto his shoulders, seared and drained, leaving him to support the weight of my limp body while we worked to catch our breath.

His arms, his lungs, and his voice, they all trembled.

He kissed my neck with remorseful tenderness.

“I’m sorry, baby. It was too much for you.”

“You were lost,” I whispered.

Nodding, he lowered me to my feet but kept me in his arms, and then he lowered his head to press his face against mine.

“Say you’ll forgive me, Elle.”

I panted, still trying to catch my breath.

“Baby, forgive me. Tell me you will.”

His second plea shocked me, so different than his usual commands. Pain lived in those words, and that pain slapped me across the face, making me see his vulnerability—hurting me.

This strong, controlling man who had it all, who gave zero fucks about hurting others.

But hurting me? That could put him on his knees. Knowing that horrified me. And deep down, it also pleased me.

Will hadn’t hurt me, not yet, but the intensity in his strength had been close to unbearable. If he had pushed me any further, even slightly so, I would have stopped him. I understood how far gone he’d been in that moment. And I knew it would have taken a harsh slap to his face to stop him.

“Elle, I won’t allow you to move away until you say something.”

“Come back to me,” I demanded.

He understood, lowering his eyes to mine.

“Will, listen to me. You didn’t hurt me, but you could have. You can’t ever lose yourself that way again. Not with me.”

He nodded.