Page 74 of Perfect Liar
“A hot bath sounds nice.”
The essential oils Mary had given me would help ease my tension.
About forty minutes later, Will was back, sitting on the sofa, talking on his phone.
“As I said, Ethan, unarmed…sent to watch and report back. Their information is on the police report now. In any case, I was quite clear. Any further involvement will cost them their lives.”
He paused, listening to his brother.
“It’s not totaled but needs quite a lot of repairs. I’ll have Thomas get another one. Ben asked for an additional car for the groundskeeper anyway.”
I hadn’t taken anything into the bathroom with me other than my clean bra and panties. Shrugging to myself, I went to the closet. But I didn’t make it that far.
Will said my name and summoned me with his long finger.
“Turn round,” he commanded.
I obliged, giving him what he wanted.
He continued his conversation with Ethan as he stared at my ass. He jerked me down on his lap, making sure my backside fit snugly against his erection.
“I’ll ring you back later. Something just came up.”
He disconnected and tossed his phone on the table.
“Really? Something just came up?” I teased.
“You’ve been tormenting me with this pretty arse all day.”
He gripped my hips and rubbed himself against my lace-covered cheeks.
“Give me what’s mine.”
I smiled even if he couldn’t see my face.
“Take it, savage.”
A primitive grunt came from him as he moved us across the room. He spun me, the back of my legs hit the mattress, and I fell back onto the bed.
He pulled himself into check as he stripped and stared.
“You’re good, baby?”
His eyes burned with so much intensity, though a little softer than the night before.
“Last night, I mean. You’ll tell me if I hurt you, Elle.”
“Yes,” I lied.
Will climbed on the bed and supported his weight above me, inhaling against and then kissing my neck.
He had hurt me with his first thrusts the night before, but I wouldn’t concede to it. He was significantly bigger than I was, yes, but once he stretched me, it felt amazing.
More than that, it had connected us on an emotional level never equaled for me. And I needed that from him again.
“Do it again, Will…make me feel.”
He kissed me hard then, and we didn’t bother with a slow burn. We shared the same urgent sense of desperation. I needed him inside me, and he needed to be there.