Page 85 of Freeing Emily
I spent a few hours sitting in the garden after he left, and it was so peaceful. There were no shadows, no crying women or children, no Nikolai. I stayed as long as possible before Declan shouted for me to head to the cellar with him and Paige.
Rhys and Liam head toward the room at the back of the cellar where there are cells. Aleksei – the man who mutilated Paige – saunters in a second later with his head held high.
A disgusting smirk spreads over his face when he sees Paige. Declan knocks him unconscious before he walks over to her and cups her face, whispering encouraging words in her ear.
Liam and Rhys work on suspending Aleksei by his wrists from the chain that hangs from the ceiling.
“Wake him up,” Paige says.
Liam moves to pour some acid into a bucket and then throws it onto Aleksei’s limp body. He wakes with a scream.
“Morning sunshine, glad you could rejoin us.” I bite my lip as heat spreads over my body.
Something about seeing Liam this way sends arousal through my blood. I press my legs together, trying to relieve the need in my core.
I don’t know what Liam has done to me, but my libido has reappeared, and it seems to increase each time I see him.
His eyes find mine and he winks at me. He sets the bucket aside then strides over.
“What are you thinking about,Féileacán?” His breath caresses my ear and I shiver, goosebumps rise on my arms.
“Are you wet, Emily?” his hand presses against my lower back and I feel the burn of it through my sweater.
I moan quietly, avoiding drawing attention to us. Liam moves to stand behind me. His cock bulges in his pants and he presses it into my ass. I arch my back into him, and he groans.
I’m brought back to reality by the screams of Aleksei. The acid falls from the ceiling. His body begins to dissolve as it splashes onto his skin.
I grimace at the smell of burning flesh and acid.
Paige leaves the room without saying a word. Declan follows soon after.
“Let’s get out of here.” Liam’s pinky hooks with mine and he pulls me toward the door.
“Lay down,” Liam says as soon as we step into my room. He pulls his shirt off in a smooth motion as I lower myself on the bed. Lying on my back, I prop myself on my elbows. Liam watches me through hooded eyes as he removes his belt and unbutton his pants.
My breaths become shallow and my heart thuds rapidly in my chest. He hooks his thumbs at the hem of his boxer briefs. His cock is hard and thick, precum leaks from the tip.
My core pulses, begging to be filled with him. To be fully sated by him and only him.
Standing at the end of the bed, Liam bends and slides my leggings and panties down my body. He bunches up the fabric of my panties, bringing them to his nose, he inhales deeply.
“Fuck, Emily. I’ll never tire of your smell.”
Queue my pussy becoming the Nile River.
He tosses my clothes on the floor then grips my ankles. I yelp in surprise when he tugs, my ass nearly falling off the edge. My legs unconsciously spread for him.
“Good girl,” He hums, pleased that I’m presenting myself to him.
The fabric of my sweater rubs against my hardened nipples and I moan. They’re so sensitive that I can’t stop myself from reaching up and removing the sweater.
Liam takes his bottom lip between his teeth and tips his head. The intensity of his hunger gaze roaming my naked body nearly forces an orgasm out of me.
“You’re stunnin’, baby.”
“Liam, please,” I whimper. My hips begin to roll of their own accord.
He kneels in front of me, his callused hands slide up and down my calves. I’m burning up, completely wanton, and needy beyond words.