Take It On The Run

Chapter 49

POV: Sloan

Liam Murphy stood transfixed between my legs, the silk shorts falling to the floor as he looked his fill at my exposed sex.

"Mmm. So mesmerizin', so wet and pink and perfect. I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look."

He propped my feet on the edge of the mattress for a better view and could now see everything. He appeared possessed as he growled at the sight.

"You promised, Liam," I protested softly, watching him like an apex predator who'd just ensnared a clumsy, wounded bunny. It certainly felt like he was playing with his food now.

"You made promises too, macushla." He brought the fingers that had touched my wetness to his mouth and groaned as he sucked them clean. The action made my toes curl. "Fuck, I knew you'd be sweet."

I was panting now. "You're wrong. I didn't make any promises."

"Oh, but you did, Sloan. You promised to no longer hide from me. You promised to be mine." One of his hands slid over my leg, his thumb running circles atop the wetness that still coated my inner thigh. "Yet every time you come, you run from me."

"I do not. I rode on your lap the rest of the drive home, and I'm here now."

"You tried, and I don't just mean physically, Sloan. You go from demandin' to withdrawn in an instant. You lied. You're still lyin' so I'm gonna punish you until you learn your lesson."

"What..." I swallowed thickly. "What are you going to do to me?"

"I'm gonna make you come until you can't stand it anymore, vixen. Until your cunt and your heart are on the same page."

"You know that's impossible, right?"

"Is it?" Those glittering gold eyes unnerved me. "You probably believe you can separate sex from love forever, but I know better. And I'll have fun provin' it too."

He turned towards the nightstand, reaching into the first drawer, and my mouth dried as he retrieved the biggest vibrating wand I'd ever seen in person. I knew from porn that the tech was for external use only, but it was still intimidating as hell. The thing looked like it could power a whole goddamn neighborhood during a hurricane.

"Do the cops know you keep a deadly weapon in your nightstand?" I joked.

He grinned. "I think you mean between my legs."

I snorted, unable to hide my answering smile. "Who knew Liam Murphy was a comedian?"

"I'm a lot of things, Sloan. But you won't be laughin' much longer." All traces of humor on his handsome face were abruptly replaced by rampant lust. I must've looked as panicked as I felt because he teased, "Don't tell me my brave little fiancée is scared of a vibrator. I've tracked you for some time, Sloan. You're not afraid of fightin' or fuckin' a man twice your size."

"That's because I know I can take them." I regretted those words the instant they left my mouth.

"And you don't know if you can take this? How is that even possible? Surely, you've..." He trailed off, his nostrils abruptly flaring as he studied me. "You've never let a man do this to you before?"

I shook my head, heat staining my cheeks. "Bringing toys to a one-night stand isn't exactly casual...or kosher."

"Oh, macushla," he cooed sympathetically. "I'm gonna make your first time feel so good."

I went rigid when he powered on the wand. It sounded like someone was about to drill into a tooth or saw a tree in half.

Oh my fucking god, how was I going to deal with that thing touching my clit?