Page 53 of Scarred King
“I have one in my bag,” I say excitedly and the look on his face grows cold. He stands up, goes over to my bag and returns with the condom on. I stretch my hands out to the sides and wait impatiently to feel him again, but he takes me by the hips and turns me over on my stomach. He sits on his knees behind me and raises my hips towards his.
“You felt that you needed to take a condom on your date with Ralph?” he asks angrily and enters me aggressively.
“No,” I mutter as my head slams into the sofa.
“You thought you might get lucky and he’d fuck you tonight?” his hands close around my neck and he penetrates me wildly again.
“No,” I cough. “I took it because I hoped that I’d end up with you.” I cough again. He loosens his grip and his thrusting grows slower.
“Sorry…” he murmurs, kissing my spine.
“You can’t do that.” I say angrily. “You can’t treat me like—”
“Elena, I apologize,” he cuts me off. “I’m not used to feeling possessive like this.” He kisses my neck and I exhale noisily, trying to catch my breath. His thrusting picks up again and his hand wanders down to stroke my clit. I moan louder and with his next thrust, my body starts to shudder and chills explode between my legs. He draws out, raises my hips and licks me where I am most sensitive and hot.
“Not now,” I cringe, still overcome by the intensity of my orgasm. He licks me again and slips a finger inside me. My body is still rejecting him, and I prop myself on my elbows trying to move away. “Just a minute,” I plead but he doesn’t stop. His finger is turning around inside me and then he takes it out and replaces it with his tongue. Like magic, my body reawakens and demands more. I moan and he turns me on my back and drives inside me. He sits up on his knees and puts my leg up on the back of the sofa, driving deeper inside me and then moving back and forth rhythmically.
“How much time do I have left?” he asks with a smile and I moan with pleasure. He raises my other leg on his shoulder and leans forward.
“Liam, I’m not that flexible!” I gasp, but he’s grasping my thighs and entering me forcefully. His thrusts are fast and then slow again. He releases my leg and caresses my chest. His lower belly is rubbing against my clit and I roll my eyes as the divine feeling returns. “You’re nearly out of time,” I manage to whisper, and start moaning out loud. His scars deepen as his face twists and his entire body starts to shudder. My body responds and I'm breathing heavily as the intense orgasm explodes inside me. I feel him shuddering all over as he lets out one last moan and collapses on top of me.
“I wonder if they enjoy it,” I muse wearily as I play with his ruffled hair.
“No,” he says and raises his head to give me a long kiss on the lips.
“But they look like they do.” He pulls out and puts his head on my chest and I stroke his hair again.
“The white stuff has its advantages.” He strokes my stomach and then stands up, throws the condom in the trash and puts his underwear on.
He grabs a bottle of water from the refrigerator, takes a swig, puts it on the table and sits down in the armchair. His athletic body gleams with sweat.
“Why do you deal in it?” I ask cautiously as I put my bra and panties back on. I’m so hot, there’s no chance I’m putting the dress on as well.
“Because there are enough idiots who buy it,” he answers simply.
“But you know that it’s virtually impossible to escape that trap.” I insist, and sip some water. “They need the drug to get through the night and they get through the night so that they can afford the drug.”
“That’s really not my problem,” he says coldly. “If I don’t make money off people’s stupidity, someone else will.”
“Aren’t you afraid you’ll get caught?” I cross my legs on the sofa. “Aren’t you afraid of spending your life in jail?”
“No,” his tone is still cold. “I know both worlds well enough and I know how to play the game wisely. Anyway, I have friends who look out for me.”
“You’ve chosen such a dangerous profession,” I say sadly. “Is there any chance you’d ever give it up?”
“No. Is there any chance you’d ever give up your dangerous profession?” Suddenly he seems amused.
“What’s dangerous about my profession?” I ask, confused.
“Who exactly is responsible for all the nuclear bombs threatening world peace?” he laughs. “With your brain, there’s a good chance you could be personally responsible for some interesting developments in that field someday.” He’s still laughing as he sees that I can’t come back with a suitable answer. “And it’s because I believe in your abilities that I think you should stay away from that profession.”
I throw a cushion at him and laugh with him. I really want to continue asking questions, but he turns on the television and I see that the Volvo is still parked in the street. My mood dampens again and my body cringes.
“Don’t think about them now,” he says with a smile that doesn’t hide his concern. “Go to sleep. I’ll find a solution.”
Sleep sounds like a wonderful way to turn off my body now, especially my brain which is sending warning signals again. “Go upstairs to the bedroom,” he says and walks to the kitchen to pour himself a drink.
“Liam,” I say curiously. He looks up at me, as I go up the stairs. “How come you don’t have any condoms in your house?”