Page 41 of Broken Desires
I hiss when he grabs my wrist, and it makes him smirk.
“Oh, settle down; I’ll make you come.” My mouth is wide open when he brings my glistening fingers to his lips and sucks them. “Delicious. You’re my favorite dessert.”
“Liam, please, I need to come.”
He leans over and licks my lips. “You want my cock?”
I nod. There’s no need to deny it—my core is clenching nonstop, begging for his thick, hard length.
He gestures toward the barre. “Leg up, and keep your eyes on me.”
As I approach it, my heart pounds with anticipation, fully aware that once I’m in position, I’ll be utterly exposed and at his mercy.
By the time I’m positioned and he steps behind me, my breath is shallow with anticipation.
I hold his eyes in the mirror despite the arousal running down my leg, making me blush.
I feel his cock brush up and down my slit, and I’m not above shameless begging when he enters me to the hilt with one hard thrust.
I squeeze him hard inside of me, feeling every ridge and vein while I watch his face morph in pure ecstasy in the mirror. Fuck, this man is even more beautiful in the heart of rapture.
“Look at what you’re doing to me, little witch,” he says, still fully seated inside of me. He starts to move with long, hard thrusts, and I grab the barre, getting lost in the image of us. It’s brutal, domineering, and animalistic, the way his arm flexes every time he squeezes my hips. How his neck tenses with every sharp thrust followed by my squeeze. I let my eyes roam down and look at where our bodies connect, how his long thick cock disappears into my soft heat, and I love every second of it. His thrusting turns a little more erratic, and one hand leaves my hip to trail down my stomach and start rubbing my clit.
I look back up.
“You like it, don’t you? Seeing how well you take my dick?” I let out a whimper of confirmation. I’m too close to think coherently. “I love it too. Your body is a heaven made just for me.” He rubs my clit harder. “Come for me because I won’t last.” He pinches my clit, and I lose it. I squeeze him inside of me as I arch my back, shouting his name for the world to hear.
Liam follows soon, thrusting one last time with such force that my face is pressed against the cool mirror. Yet I can still see him—throwing his head back, the veins in his neck standing out as he shouts, a sound I desperately wish I could hear.
And then it’s over. Gently, he traces his hand up my leg, guiding it down from the barre, before wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me flush against his body, supporting me.
In the quiet aftermath of our intimacy, with the energy of our connection still enveloping us, I find myself cocooned in Liam’s arms, my skin against his. It’s here, in the vulnerability of our closeness, that the truth I’ve been holding back finds its way to the surface.
“I’m falling for you,” I admit, the words whispered into the space between us, as delicate and significant as the touch that still connects us. My admission hangs in the air, a raw confession made in the aftermath of our passion.
In response, Liam simply pulls me closer, enveloping me in a comforting embrace that doesn’t offer words but speaks volumes. It’s an answer that doesn’t clarify everything, leaving me with questions about what the future holds for us. Yet, in this moment, wrapped in his arms, I find a sense of peace. Even without a verbal response, I know that admitting my feelings was the right choice, and I’m content with whatever comes next, knowing I’ve shared my truth.
Chapter 14
Liam
I’m falling for you… Nessa’s words hit me hard. It’s what I’ve secretly hoped for, yet it’s still complicated. On the one hand, it’s everything I wanted—to know she feels as deeply about me as I do about her. On the other, it’s a stark reminder of the complexities of my life that I’ve kept hidden from her.
It’s a weird spot to be in, wanting her love yet feeling guilty for it, given the secrets I’m holding back. Cole’s sudden decision to marry Eva has, ironically, given us a brief pause from our own drama, focusing the spotlight elsewhere. But it’s just a temporary reprieve.
Inside, I’m torn. I dread the idea of walking away from what Nessa and I have, yet facing the truth seems daunting. The logical step is to come clean, to share the part of my life I’ve kept under wraps, especially after spotting that exchange program application to England on her desk. She’s not ready to say goodbye either.
My thoughts are interrupted by Cole’s voice. “Hey? Why do you look like a kicked puppy?” He’s standing in the kitchen, clad in just a towel, with that all-too-familiar smirk on his face.
“Why are you not with your wife?” I retort, trying to deflect. “Oh yes, she doesn’t want to be with you?”
His amusement quickly turns to annoyance as he flips me off. “She’s coming around… I’m taking her to meet my parents this afternoon.”
“Uh-huh… I’m sure they’re all thrilled,” I can’t resist adding, skepticism lacing my voice.
He grabs a bottle of water from the fridge, seemingly unfazed. “They’ll get used to it.”
I chuckle, unable to help myself. “Who? Your parents or Eva?”