Page 157 of Perfect Liar
Using his shoulder again, I forced him on his back while making sure he stayed inside me, and I reclaimed my position on top of him.
“Goddamn it. I said I was sorry.”
I dropped my head. I didn’t want to see his eyes. That would stop me.
He gripped my hips, keeping them still, and pressed his fingers into my flesh.
“Don’t be angry with me, Elle. Look at me,” he commanded.
I lifted my chin and caught his eyes…the authority, the love, the strength.
“Give me all of you, Will. I want everything.”
And then a sudden wave of anxiety fired through me, and I collapsed onto his chest. He reversed our positions to hover above me, then pressed his lips to mine with tenderness.
“I’ll give you everything, my angel…always.”
Another gentle kiss on my lips.
“But this, we’ll do my way, when you’re not angry with me…and you’re willing to give over to me.”
We stared into each other’s eyes.
They had stabbed him. I could have lost him.
Tears tracked down the sides of my face, wetting my temples, sliding into my hair.
“You scared me, Will.”
“I’m an arsehole.”
I agreed, nodding with enthusiasm, and he grinned. So much better than an apology.
“You’re schooling me, baby. I used to be quite a lot worse, you know.”
My heart smiled first before it reached my face.
“I do know.”
We shared chuckles against each other’s mouths until our laughter became insane kissing. He started moving inside me, and as I gave in to him, he filled me again and again, harder, deeper, longer, until we both climaxed and collapsed.
Will was back in control the way he needed to be, the way I needed him to be.
Giving him everything, yielding to his dominance when he was inside me, soothed my soul. It took me home.
Maybe he controlled what went on in our bed, but he gave me something in return that was more valuable to me—his key.
It unlocked a power that was all mine. It gave me the power to push him until he was no longer an arrogant business executive or his father’s soldier or my protector.
I could turn that key and strip him down to the man behind it all. The man with a tender heart who loved me hard, no matter what it cost him.
How I wished there were no costs…no fear…no pain.
I wished we could just be free.
But we knew the freedom we found in bed wasn’t enough to save us.
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