the gambling. They way Liam used to twist arguments until I found myself apologizing for things that he did. I tell him everything. About the night by the wall, the pillow, and how scared I was o

own voice, his rough hands cup my face. Th

" He whispers and I nod. I feel my thr

elieve you"

ath on my face and oh boy, he smells heavenly. A mixture of mint and cedar wood, a scent that makes m

ly be heading hom

ough I'm not sure I w

, I notice his k

eeding" I

e first time, probably won

ople like that, you might end

same one he always attributes to his diagnosis of my so called 'OCD tendencies', which I al

brushing over his skin carefully. He does

ave to do th

ant

sing his wound. His gaze is always so noticea

hat vibrates in his chest. He says it like a

blown wide, dark with desire. I feel my stomach tense, a wet heat pooling between my thighs. My brea

are so soft, tasting like mint and sin, in contrast with his rough hands. I gasp against his mouth as he deepens the kiss. H

y hips wrap around his waist as we kiss and he walks me over to the wall. He backs me against the

His cold tongue draws delicious patterns over my skin and then his teeth tags slightly at it. I moa

er woman on the same counter co

his eyes meet mine. I hate how intensely he looks into my eyes.

claiming my mouth like he's starving for air. His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me flush against his bo

under my shirt to cup my breast. His thumb circles my nipple, sending a

he friction driving me wild. I'm soaking wet, my panties already ruined by the tension of the last hour. I can feel his di

im pull the zipper down. He kicks them aside, and then he's there-hard, thick, and

of me, hitting that spot deep inside that makes my vision blur. The cold counter digs into my back, adding to the

grabs my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat, and I arch my back, meeting every single one of his hard thrusts. I

.

open. My eyes scan the room and I quickly recognise it as

table. Well that's where the aroma was from. I search the house and find no trace of him. So he just fucked me and then left me here without a word like I'm one of his whore

and chest come to sight. A hot flush spreads across my cheeks when I find a smaller bruise on my collarbone. Then I realize...my necklace is gone. I haven't taken it off since mom clasped it around my neck a few day

in search of the necklace. An hour later, exha

for me to realize they're gone. Only so he can smugly claim it proves his ridiculous t

s my nec

then suddenly nothing els

his room. It's annoying how he barges into mine as and when he wants

Yet the familiar woody and minty smell makes me know it's his room. My eyes land

in the titles, my eyes land on a beautiful leather-bound edition of Wuthering Heights. I rise onto my toes, straining, my fingers just br

end to pick it up. It's a picture of younger Jason, his arm around a girl who was laughing at him. My best friend, Carla. But t

n I see it. Peeking out from the collar of his t-shirt is a small distinct tattoo. T

lion thoughts per second and I

just Jaso

t friend's ex, whom

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er my room" His voice