Love to Loathe Him: Chapter 25

Only when we’re in his bedroom does he set me down. I land on my feet with a startled giggle.

Oh fuck. This is really happening.

My mouth goes dry taking in that powerful frame and that glorious V leading to his massive thick cock.

Tonight, I’m Ginger. And Ginger is a brazen ho who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to go after it. While Gemma would be reciting HR guidelines, Ginger is the kind of girl who strips down to her underwear on fishermen’s boats and stands there, bold as brass, wearing nothing but their oversized jackets and a come-hither grin.

If my biggest fear is slaving away in a dumbass office job, then I am slaying that tonight. Ginger is here to live her best, most scandalous life, consequences be damned. And if that scandalous life involves getting buck-ass naked on a boat belonging to the hottest fisherman this side of the Atlantic, then so be it.

“I didn’t want you to be alone on your last night before leaving port.” I giggle, trying to sound sexy and coquettish. But my giggles quickly turn into a strangled squeak as Liam backs me against the wall.

I’m terrified and turned on at the same time.

I hit the wall with a thud. He’s got me trapped, that powerful frame pressing into me until my knees threaten to buckle. And fuck, his hands. They’re so deliciously rough as they grasp my hips.

He reaches up, tangling his fingers in my hair and tugging just hard enough to make me gasp. With a yank, he forces my head back, pinning me with his smoldering gaze. “As much as you look good in my jacket. It needs to come off. Now.”

He pushes it off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor in a heap. I stand there in nothing but panties, my nipples pebbling in the cool air of the cabin.

He cups my breast with a commanding hand, kneading the soft flesh. A growl rumbles from him—primal, masculine. He hasn’t even kissed me yet, but his hands are moving over me like he owns me.

My hands glide over his firm chest, over his tattoo, exploring every inch of his solid muscles. Unable to resist, I drag a hand down between us. God, his cock feels amazing. Hard as steel.

He groans as I wrap my hand around him but never breaks our intense eye contact.

He retaliates by peeling my panties down my legs and tossing me onto the bed.

I let out an embarrassingly girly squeal as I bounce onto the sheets, my dignity flying out the porthole. “Hey!” I squawk. No one’s ever treated my undies with such casual disregard before—unless you count that time Winnie used them as a chew toy.

Liam’s answering smirk is pure arrogance as he looms over me, stroking his impressive cock. “They were in my way.”

“You’re even more dominant in the bedroom than in the office.” I pant up at him, unsuccessfully suppressing a shiver.

“What were you expecting? For me to transform into a blushing schoolboy the second we hit the sheets?”

Oh god.

He grabs one of my legs and hoists it over his shoulder. My eyes widen as I feel his length slide against my wet slit.

“Wait . . . condom,” I gasp, trying to catch my breath.

“Easy there, tiger,” he rumbles. “We’re not there yet.” A slow smirk curves his sensual lips. “Ready to turn those fantasies into reality?”

“They’re your fantasies too. You want this as much as me,” I challenge.

“I’ve no shame admitting that,” he replies smoothly. “In fact, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve imagined bending you over my desk as punishment for missing one of my deadlines.”

“Your deadlines are ridiculous. And I rarely miss them!”

“Don’t get mouthy with me,” he warns, and I don’t think he’s joking.

I go to retort, but a squeak escapes my lips as he lowers himself and runs his tongue over my slit. Holy shit. He’s eating me out and he hasn’t even kissed me. It’s almost transactional, but damn is it turning me on.

“Oh god,” I cry out as my legs clamp around his head.

His talented tongue finds my swollen clit. I feel delirious with pleasure.

Looking down, all I can see is his strong jaw between my trembling thighs. I grip on to his dark hair as he increases the pressure on my clit with his expert tongue.

Slow and controlled, but with an air of dominance—just like him.

Then his fingers are inside me, gliding in and out of my slickness, finding that sweet spot that makes my eyes roll to the back of my head.

After five long years of enduring Liam’s angry glares, the sight of his head between my thighs, his tongue worshiping my clit, is almost too much to process.

I buck off the bed, gripping his hair for dear life.

“Relax,” he growls into my core, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers through my body.

This is intense. I don’t think I can handle it.

“Liam,” I moan, dragging out his name as he sucks on my clit, his fingers still going strong. I don’t know what the hell he’s doing down there, but no one has ever done that before.

I feel like I’m going to have the most explosive orgasm of my life. I can’t think straight. I’m not in control.

I can’t breathe, can’t think past the sensations radiating from my clit. I want to scream and shout and possibly break into tears of pure ecstasy. Oh god, oh god, I might pass out from pleasure alone.

He pauses his exploration of my clit and hovers over me, watching intently as I writhe beneath him, his fingers still working some crazy magic.

“You’ve never had your g-spot found before.” It’s more of a statement than a question.

I try to answer but a wave of pleasure has me arching off the bed once more. “I guess not,” I manage to choke out, grabbing his forearm and squeezing tightly while he watches me with a devilish glint in his eyes, his fingers still wreaking havoc inside me.

I’m gonna . . . oh fucking hell . . . this is too much . . .

“Liam . . . I’m going to . . .”

I want him to keep going but I want him to stop. I can’t take any more.

And he refuses to look away.

“It’s all right,” he murmurs, and I feel a torrent of liquid escape from me in the most intense orgasm of my life.

“I peed myself!” I cry out, covering my face with my hands.

“You didn’t,” he murmurs, removing my hands. “You squirted.”

My eyes bulge in shock. “I squirted?” I breathe heavily. “I thought that was a myth.”

“Not with me,” he rumbles, a smirk playing at those sinful lips.

Then he’s climbing on top of me and crashing his mouth against mine in a starved kiss. Our first kiss. My god. I can taste myself on his lips.

Rough stubble grazes my skin as his large hand cups my neck, holding me immobile under his assault. One wrong move and he could suck the life out of me.

“What a dirty bastard you are,” I slur into his mouth.

Liam freezes, brows shooting up as his strong arms prop him up above me. He chuckles darkly. “You’re the one who’s made a mess on my sheets, darling.”

“Your fault,” I gasp, my voice breathy and wrecked. “You’re the one doing this to me.”

“I couldn’t just let you sail home without giving you what you needed,” he continues. “Couldn’t have you writing in that diary of yours about how unsatisfied you are.”

He lowers himself, his mouth brushing mine almost tenderly, but his words are anything but gentle. “By the time I’m done with you, these sheets will be fucking ruined.”

I tremble and cling to his muscular shoulders, my legs wrapping around his waist.

“Fuck me,” I moan, trying to reach down to feel his cock. “Wait!” I almost forgot a condom, but he’s already reaching for his bedside cabinet. I lie back as he slides it on, my eyes widening at his imposing size. Thank goodness I’m wet. I need to be well lubricated to handle that.

Then he’s back on top of me, and my body trembles with anticipation.

My feet dig into his ass, and I swear, it’s like kicking a boulder. Seriously, McLaren’s glutes are straight muscle. I’m sure if he put his full weight on me, I’d be flattened in seconds.

He grins down at me. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” I pant, and then he’s sinking into me. I gasp at his size and to his credit, he gives me a moment to relax.

“You okay?” he murmurs.

I nod, unable to form words anymore. I dig my nails into his back, wanting him to feel pain. Wanting him to feel pleasure.

He starts rolling his body forward and grabs my hips possessively into the position so that I’m wide open; so that he’s deep enough to ruin me. Break me apart.

“Feels so good, baby,” he murmurs.

At first, his movements are measured.

But then they become rougher, and his groans turn gravelly. We lock eyes while he fucks me, his thrusts turning desperate.

His eyes darken, the vein in his neck bulges. His groans are loud and primal. It’s like he’s lost all control. “Gemma. What are you doing to me?”

I grip on to his back, my nails digging into his skin as I stare into those piercing eyes. This is a man who’s always been untouchable, unflappable, a brooding monster in a custom-made suit.

But now, in this moment, I have all of his attention. It’s intoxicating. Watching him lose himself in me, if only for a moment.

My second orgasm builds as he hits the right spot. This man knows exactly how to work me.

Right as we’re both about to explode, he flips me over so I’m on my hands and knees on the bed. Then he slides into me again.

Did he turn me around because he didn’t want me to see him lose control?

Honestly, I’m so far gone I couldn’t even give a damn right now. This angle is driving me wild. Each thrust makes me gasp and my tits bounce like crazy. He’s going so deep it feels like he might tear me apart . . .

“Fuuuuck. You feel unbelievable. I can’t handle it any longer,” he growls, and he thrusts one final time, holding my hips in place as he empties himself deep inside me.

It’s hearing him lose control that tips me over the edge. A second wave of pleasure crashes as my pussy squeezes around his cock, milking every last drop out of him. And then I collapse on the bed, completely spent.