Predator

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Amelia's breath hitched. "What do you mean?"

As she asked, the lock behind her clicked, and a sharp pain shot through her shoulder as she was pushed inside. Liam didn't turn on the light. His dark eyes fixed on her, a slight smile playing on his lips. "I was kidding. Why do you believe everything?"

"How could we be the same?" she retorted.

He was the muck at the bottom of the pond, dragging her down, staining her dress, wrapping around her neck, and crushing her under his weight until her soul reeked of the same rot. Liam rubbed Amelia's pale pink lips until they turned a shade of red tinged with desire.

"Remember what you promised?" The sounds of the factory—an elephant's cries, boots kicking against the cage—echoed in her mind. Save it? There are no free lunches here.

Amelia's face paled as she recalled. Liam knew she remembered. He lifted a hand to brush her hair behind her ear and spoke with a lazy drawl, his nasal tone making the quiet night feel endlessly drawn out. He pressed down on the back of her head, forcing her to her knees. "Lick."

In the dim room, the silver sheen of his zipper gleamed. The beast hidden beneath the fabric awakened the moment Amelia's face drew near. She slowed her actions, even though she was unwilling. Under her touch, the swollen, purple thing was finally freed.

Liam's voice was low, teaching her. One hand guided her soft one up and down his hardened shaft, while the other placed a finger in her mouth, pulling out her tongue to coat his length with her saliva. The cock grew larger with each slick touch.

His eyes darkened. He nudged her mouth with his hips. "Open."

Her hand still on him, Amelia flushed as she took him into her mouth.

"Careful with the teeth."

Liam groaned, his eyes bloodshot. "Bite me, and I'll rip Mike's trunk off."

She reluctantly tried to cover her teeth with her lips, her tongue probing the large head, following his instructions. Yet her small mouth could barely handle half of him.

"Lower."

After several attempts, Liam gave up on her taking all of him and instead directed her to lick and suck the shaft while her small hand moved along it. He made her grip and twist his balls, teaching her how to pleasure him.

But despite his guidance, something was missing. Normally quick to learn, Amelia fumbled in this matter, driving Liam nearly mad with her awkward ministrations. She didn't know that for him, her hesitant moves were a form of torture. His head tilted back, breath ragged, his Adam's apple bobbing rapidly.

He couldn't hold back any longer. Not one to deny himself, Liam clenched his teeth, holding her head firmly as he thrust into her throat.

Too deep.

The large head pressed against her trembling tongue, sending waves of pleasure through Liam. He ignored her choking, her nails digging into his leg, as he continued to thrust, making her gag and convulse.

Knowing she was struggling, he wiped away her tears, continuing his rapid thrusts until he came in her mouth.

"Spit it out."

She quickly looked up, meeting his dark gaze. "Tastes good?"

His voice was hoarse. His fingers pried her mouth open, spreading the remnants of his release over her chest.

Grasping her small breasts, he rubbed them in his palms before tweaking her nipples. "Can't fuck you down there, but what about up here?"

Her heart raced at his words. Amelia's thin arms tried to cover herself, pressing her breasts together.

Liam pulled her arms away, lifted her easily, and threw her on the bed, his broad body pinning her down.

Then, as if realizing something, he grinned. "Too heavy for you? Then you be on top."

"No... no..." Amelia pushed against his chest, truly afraid he'd force her. "Three times already..."

"The first two were for me. Why are you tired? Just a few minutes with your mouth?"

"But you said..."

The condition to save Mike was only using her mouth.

"Men say anything to get laid."