BELLA
What wanton hussy had taken over me? Having a s*x life that was dry as a desert was no excuse for thinking strictly with my lady business. I lusted after Liam like a bunny in round-the-clock heat.
The depravity of it all, cuffed, on my knees, hearing him command, “Look at me.” It was as if Liam had control of the handle for the faucet between my legs, all of which he controlled with his gaze (hot), his voice (yum) and his manliness (level ten).
After uncuffing me, he clutched at my head, threading his fingers through my hair to keep me right where he wanted me. He moved his hands around the back of my head, with his thighs on either side of my face and held me still in a vice-like grip. And pumped until he was going to come.
The fact that he backed off and threw me on the bed was
