Heartbreakers: The Cursed Child- Book 1

Chapter 31

Liam's POV

I was trying so hard not to burst out in anger, or beat someone up or even destroy the van. The way she spoke about him, I knew she was seriously in love with that guy, but he did her dirty and I knew she wouldn't forgive him that easily. I had my fists clenched by my sides as I tried so hard to keep my anger in. Even if she'd once loved him, he broke her heart. I wouldn't spare him if I saw him.

"You're too ugly to get anywhere in life." She said that about him and I couldn't help the smirk growing on my face, relieving me from my anger. Omar nudged me in the ribs, clearly pissed by my happy expression, before he started smirking himself. I knew he was up to something instantly.

Once she began talking about me, I froze, staaring at her, shocked that she would actually bother mentioning me. But once she mentioned William, I realised where this was going. She thought William was me and the rest of it made sense. I heard Omar moving but didn't bother looking up.

My eyes were stuck on her, I wanted her more than anything even more. I wanted her to love me as much as I did.

As soon as I heard the small makeshift window shut, I focused even more on her eyes. An unusual brown colour, as if they were stained with blood. Without warning, I pounced on her. Everything happened so quickly, the victory of my desire and the failure of keeping my wants locked away and hidden.

I heard her gasp and used that as an opportunity to slide into her mouth, flipping us over so I was sat in her seat as she straddled me. I could feel myself harden against her touch and I squeezed her hips as I rocked my own. I heard a small moan escape her mouth and I knew she could feel me smirking at the sound.

"Ohh, Liam."

Her hands were on either side of my face as she moved her lips against mine. My length was bulging, throbbing against my jeans, aching to be released and just plunge itself into her. Her body felt so good against my own like the last jigsaw piece filling in the empty space perfectly and completing it.

Right now I was a sinner.

My instincts told me to stop, I'd learnt that acting upon desire of lust before marriage would ruin everything later on. Those kind of relationships wouldn't survive. But here I was kissing a virgin, a single princess, a dark angel.

I could fee her heart, her feelings, everything. I felt the unsual warmth that rolled off of her and landed on me.

I moved my hands lower to her thighs, squeezing them before pushing her down onto my laps again. I felt her core rubbing against my hard-on and I couldn't control myself. I brought her closer to me, her chest slamming onto me and I lay her down onto the seat, wrapping her legs around my waist. This girl could never disappoint me.

Trailing my hands back up and into her hair, tugging lightly on the roots desperately as I begged for a sound. Her moan was so soft and light, music to my ears and she arched her back as she pressed her body closer.

I felt her soft touch at the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine, before moving her slim fingers into my hair and intertwining them with my golden locks then tugging them. I moved my hand down to her now wet folds.

This girl was dying for me, so wet yet pure. I wanted to tear apart those stupid tights that were blocking the entrance to ecstasy.

As my intrusive thoughts began taking over, I felt a pair of eyes staring at me. Daring a glance upwards without breaking the kiss, I saw Emanuel, my mexican friend, pretending to moan as Omar cried with laughter, gagging as he glanced my way.

That bastard.

Giving him the stare which clearly told him to get lost, he winked before sliding the little window back.

I heard a groan from underneath me, lightly pushing my chest back. Moving aside, I see a beet-red faced angel gasping for breath as she struggled to sit up, obviously with me perched on her. I got out the way as I helped her up then relaxed into the seat next to her. I rested my head backwards, closing my eyes as I savoured the moments with her, the glorious feeling she gifted me with.

I felt her moving and knew that she was probably sorting her gorgeous hair out, after all, I had messed it all up with my attempts to make her moan.

Though I was in love with her, I still felt like something was missing, even after kissing her. For some reason, I knew this was too good to be true and eventually this would come to an end.

I loved her but I wanted someone who would last forever, though obviously I longed for it to be her.

It was impossible.