The Castle of Gold [Bk 2]

ch.28 Where it counts

“Are you still cold?” he asked me casually.

He led me over to the boardwalk railing.

“No” I shook my head, but I was freezing. And I was freezing because my heart was frozen numb.

But Liam didn’t believe me; either that or he was just trying to get an excuse to touch me again.

He took a step forward and I took one back. But I ended up against the railing.

Liam wound his arm around my waist and pulled me against his chest.

I shifted uneasily, but he tightened his grip until I found it slightly difficult to breath. But maybe that was because my heart had stopped working, so my chest collapsed, too.

For a moment, I tried to listen for his heart, but I couldn’t hear it over his thick layer of gloating flesh.

Liam rested his hands at the small of my back as he tried to fit my hips to his. But we didn’t fit. We would never fit; there’s only one key for one lock and I already found my key. I was just stupid enough to lose it.

Liam looked down into my eyes.

“Angie” he sighed. “Please stop fighting me for two seconds” he pleaded quietly.

I shook my head.

“If it weren’t for all these people and your animal grip, I would scream at the top of my lungs and kick you where it counts” I threatened.

“And where does it count, Angela?” he asked.

“My heart?” he spoke quietly, almost desperately. And he took my hand and brought it up to where his heart was supposed to be. But all I felt beating was a cruel soul that was so blue, it was black. Blackened with hatred and greed.

I lowered my hand, but Liam continued it hold it in his.

I fidgeted slightly.

Liam took my hands in his to stop my jittery protests.

Then he lowered his head close to mine and let his breath fan over my neck.

“Or, someplace else?” he whispered near my ear. He took my hand and let it trail down his chest, down to his belt.

Quickly, I jerked my hand away.

Then he took both my hands in his and let his lips planted a trail of moist, greedy kisses on the nape of my neck. His tongue slid down to my chest and followed the neckline of my dress.

I squirmed and tried to jerk away, but he took my hands and closed them in his rough and commanding ones.

Harry’s hands could make blood spill, but they could also hold me so tenderly- until I learned what it meant to be wanted and felt from the inside, from my heart, not digging down from the surface.

“Tell me” he spoke urgently and he spread his legs out just enough to fit me between him and hold me in his trap. But it wasn’t Harry’s playful, but protective trap; it was an insecure, jealous and scheming trap that I had to escape.

“Tell me where it counts” he demanded eagerly. He pushed his hard groin to my vee and I moved back quickly, but remembered the goddamn railing holding me hostage from the other side.

“Stop it, Liam!” I shouted.  I didn’t care who heard us now.

I pushed at his chest with every ounce of my strength.

But Liam grabbed my wrists and contained my struggling.

“Stop it or I’m gonna scream bloody Mary!” I threatened.