Trouble: (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance) (Made & Broken Book 3) Page 12

  I was on the bed in seconds, and had her T-shirt and pants off before she could do more than gasp. Her knickers followed, the waistband snapping when I ripped them off her with a careless tug, and then she was laid bare for me. Naked and vulnerable… and so fucking gorgeous, I couldn’t do anything but stare for a few breaths.

  She was the pinnacle of womanhood, with the generous swell of her round hips, soft stomach, and full breasts crested by peachy-pink nipples begging to be sucked. Her pretty face was flushed with excitement, those pink lips parted with her pants and her brown eyes dark with pure lust. For me.

  And between her thick thighs spread in invitation, her small sex was open, begging for me with a delicate sheen betraying a desperation to match my own.

  I fell down between her thighs and wrapped my lips around her clit with no preamble, pinning her legs down when she bucked from the sudden onslaught. And then I sucked. Deep and strong pulls, like it was a piece of hard candy. I’d usually ease into it with a new girl, figure out what she liked and slowly rev up the stimulation until she was falling apart underneath me, but that wasn’t gonna happen with Audrey. Everything about her lush body begged me to take, and I wasn’t capable of going slow. Not when my cock ached for every second I wasn’t inside her, and every instinct hardwired into my body roared with need to fuck. Only the desperate urge to taste her beautiful cunt before I buried myself balls-deep in it had saved her from getting rough fucked without any foreplay whatsoever.

  “Fuck, L-Liam!” I felt her hands in my hair, simultaneously attempting to push me away and draw me closer. “It’s too much! S-stop. Slow down. Fuck!”

  I ignored her cries for mercy, listening only to her body as it writhed and thrashed in my grip. I knew she was close, could tell from the rhythmic waves of her mound against my mouth, and I wasn’t about to ease up before she gushed for me.

  My persistence was rewarded within minutes. Audrey broke off mid-cry, every muscle in her body tensing as her back arched off the bed. I sucked her clit hard one final time, releasing one thigh so I could push two fingers into her, ramming her g-spot with more force than finesse… and she broke.

  Her pussy clamped down on my fingers at the same time as her pelvis jolted hard against my lips, and then the most haunting scream I’d ever heard from a woman ripped from her throat as her whole body spasmed once, twice… only to finally collapse down on the mattress in a boneless heap.

  Slick heat covered my fingers and flooded her splayed lower lips, soaking the bed. I eased off her clit and licked at her folds, the scent of her pleasure going straight to my lizard brain. She tasted fucking delicious, and if I hadn’t been so desperate to fuck, I’d have happily stayed down there for hours.

  But I was, more than I’d ever been in my entire goddamn life.

  I found a condom in my jeans pocket and slipped it on before I returned to the bed, kneeling between her thighs. She moaned incoherently but didn’t open her eyes when I brushed a hand through her short curls.

  With a smirk, I fisted my cock in one hand and pushed it against her splayed folds before she had a chance at gathering herself after her orgasm. When I shoved in to the hilt in that first push, however, her eyes snapped opened and her body arched up off the bed,

  “God damn, you’re so fucking tight,” I hissed, drowning out her mewl at the sudden and rough penetration. Wet, warm heat clamped down hard on my cock, making sparks of raw pleasure flicker across my skin and burn in my blood. Fuck, she felt even better than she tasted.

  “Oh, God, Liam,” Audrey moaned underneath me. Her fingers clutched at the bedding and her beautiful tits rose and fell with her hard gasps. “Nothing feels better than your cock!”

  Seemed the little prude liked it rough. I was more than happy to oblige.

  I wrapped my arms around her thighs and slung both over my shoulders so I could raise up above her, resting on my arms next to her head. And then… then I gave her everything I had. All the anger and fear I’d felt for my twin since he found her, all the resentment boiling in my gut for how she’d tried to take him away from me… I took it all out on her wet little cunt. I fucked her harder than I’d ever fucked anyone before her, pounding my anger and lust into her tight heat so hard the smacking of flesh was only drowned out by her desperate cries.

  She was wild underneath me, bucking and clawing and screaming like a banshee. My skin stung form her nails, but it only fueled my desperate need to take her harder, faster.

  Some time later, when she came on my pummeling cock with a pained wail, I let her ride out the hard spasms before I flipped her onto her stomach. She huffed into the pillow, but didn’t protest when I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up on the knees. Instead, she arched her back and pushed her arse up, presenting her swollen, well-fucked pussy for more.

  No wonder Liam had been so enthralled. Audrey may have looked like a prim and prudish woman, but when it came right down to it, she loved to fuck more than any girl I’d known. If I’d been even halfway as rough with the last bird I’d bedded, she wouldn’t have let me back inside of her for a week.

  “Dirty little thing,” I growled. “Begging for my cock like a trained whore, even after I’ve fucked your cunt into a slobbering mess.”

  To my delight, a wanton moan escaped her at my crude remark, and she spread her thighs wider.

  I smirked and got into position between them, rubbing over her puffy lips in appreciation before I sunk my cock back into her velvet heat.

  “Fuck, yes,” I groaned when her pussy gripped me tight again, and that unquenchable ecstasy of being inside her crackled through my blood like electricity once more. “You were fucking born for this.”

  “Liam…” It was a hoarse whimper, her voice rough from screaming.

  I smacked her arse in response, making her jolt up on her hands, grabbed her by the hips, and gave her a full, deep thrust.

  She moaned, a raw, mewling sound, when my broad head kissed her cervix, the new position allowing me to go deeper than I had before. I adjusted a little, ensuring I wouldn’t hurt her, and then I pulled her back onto the full length of my cock. Hard.

  This time, her moan came out in an explosive exhalation, quickly followed by a long, broken cry as I let my instincts take over and fucked her with every ounce of strength in my body once again.

  There was something about being inside her that short-circuited my brain with the dual assault of nearly painful pleasure and an animalistic need to take—to claim her soft little body until all she knew was me. All that mattered was her and I, and that insatiable hunger in my very bones I knew on an instinctive level she was the only one who could quell.

  I don’t know how long I fucked her doggy-style on her bed, but when her keening became frenzied, I came out of my pleasure-fueled insanity enough to reach around her bucking hips and rub her clit.

  It was enough to push her over. Her arms gave out underneath her and her pussy locked down tight around my still-thrusting clock, nearly forcing me to still with the strength of that first spasm.

  I groaned incoherently at the mind-numbing bliss, digging my fingers into her hips when white sparks of raw pleasure blurred my vision of her thrashing body. And then, like a fucking dam breaking, I finally came.

  Only it wasn’t like a normal orgasm. It was so much more, and the power of it nearly made me pass out on top of her. I think I was roaring like a beast, but I honestly wasn’t aware enough to be sure. Everything was heat and relief and fucking ecstasy, and the only thing I sensed with absolute certainty for what felt like minutes on end was the tight, wet grasp of her pussy milking my cock for every ounce of my essence.

  When my conscience finally floated back into my body, I was lying on top of her back, both of us sprawled out on the bed and still panting for air.

  I raised up a little, making sure I wasn’t squashing her, but unwilling to move off her completely. She felt so absolutely perfect against my body, her smooth skin sticky with our combined sweat, but I didn’t care. I’
d never felt better in my entire goddamn life, nor anywhere close to this relaxed. It was as if she’d drained every ounce of tension and every drop of fear and anger right out of my dick, along with what I was pretty sure was the biggest load I’d ever blown. As far as I was concerned, she had an actual miracle cunt between those lush thighs of hers.

  “Fuck,” I murmured, bending my head to nuzzle at her wild hair with my nose. “Don’t think I’ll be able to see straight again for at least an hour. That was the best goddamn sex I’ve ever had.”

  I don’t know what I’d expected she’d reply to that, but the broken sob I got sure as hell wasn’t it.

  “Shit, did I hurt you?” Sick dread replaced my floating sensation of complete elation in the blink of an eye. I lifted off her, pulling my cock out of her softened pussy as gently as I could while praying I hadn’t done any permanent damage.

  Fucking hell, what the fuck was I thinking? I’d been too rough—much, much too rough.

  “Audrey, where does it hurt?” I kneeled down by her side and gently turned her head so she looked at me. The tears brimming her eyes made my gut twist.

  She shook her head and pulled away from my grip, rolling onto her side with her back to me so she could hug herself. “You didn’t hurt me.”

  “The fuck I didn’t,” I said. “You’re ain’t fucking crying for nothing. Tell me what I can do, love. Tell me what I did.”

  “You left,” she whispered.

  “Huh?”

  “Is this what you really want? Just tell me. I can’t do it again—I can’t fall for you again, if what you’re here for is just sex.”

  She sounded so broken, it tore at my gut. I reached for her without thought, wrapping my arms around her in a feeble attempt at stopping her tears.

  I didn’t know why, but the next thing I said was: “No, love. That’s not why I’m here.”

  18

  Audrey

  Liam was still lying next to me when I woke up some minutes before my alarm the next morning.

  He was fast asleep, sprawled on his back with his right arm wrapped loosely around me.

  I was resting on his shoulder, and had been for most of the night, as far as I could tell. We’d fallen asleep like that. After he’d comforted me and promised me…

  My heart gave an achy spasm in my chest at the memory of last night. When he’d been standing there in my doorway, I hadn’t been able to stop myself from hoping… Even though I’d known I should kick him out, that same stupid part of me that’d fallen for him in the first place had panged with wild hope.

  Careful to not disturb the sleeping man, I eased out of his loose grip and sat up to flick the bedside lamp on and turn my upcoming alarm off.

  I was so goddamn stupid.

  I’d let him into my bed again. And yes, he’d apologized and promised, but he’d done that once before. And then he’d broken my heart.

  And here I was again, exactly like on of those young, naive girls I’d told him over and over again I wasn’t, allowing myself to fall for the same promises once more.

  I glanced to my side and pressed a hand to my chest at my heart’s painful throbbing at the sight of him.

  He looked so peaceful in his sleep, so innocent. His ginger hair was a fiery mess on my pillow, his pronounced muscles relaxed. The ebb and flow of his slow breaths raised his wide, tattooed chest up and down in an inviting rhythm, and I fought the yearning to climb back underneath the covers and press my ear against his ribs to listen to his heartbeat.

  I’d had my share of teenage love and broken hearts, but nothing… nothing had ever felt like this. Being with Liam was like finally being whole… and at the same time, so completely broken I didn’t know how I’d ever be able to piece myself back together if he left me again.

  When, I told myself, forcing the thought to seep through my mind and take hold of my heart with its chilly grip of despair. There was no point in pretending like everything was going to work out when I knew deep down that there was no way it could. He might want to, but he was too young, too free-spirited to give me what I needed.

  And what was that, anyway? Vows of forever, a small house outside of London, and two-point-four kids? Weekends at the golf club?

  As charming as Liam had been with my family, I knew that wasn’t him—and it never would be. So why was I even doing this? Why was I staring at his sleeping face and wishing with everything I was that I could see us ending up together in the long run?

  Because you let yourself fall in love, you fool.

  The feeling of despair made me push off the bed with an aggravated huff—only to stumble the second my feet hit the floor and I tried to make my legs take my weight.

  Damn, that hurt.

  Dull, throbbing pain echoed through my core and radiated through my limbs. It took me several deep breaths while I rested against my night stand to be able to push myself upright without wincing.

  I knew he’d been rough last night, but I apparently hadn’t realized how rough. Not that I’d minded one bit while it was happening. I’d wanted it hard—I’d wanted to scream all my anger and hurt out underneath him until my orgasms finally quelled the sense of betrayal.

  I hadn’t foreseen having to limp around like a novice rider the next day.

  Eileen was going to have a field day.

  I managed to get myself ready for work and dressed without waking up Liam, and I was thankful for it. I didn’t have the strength to face him right now. It was better like this.

  I left him a note on my pillow, telling him to make sure the door was latched when he left, and then I quietly shut myself out of my apartment.

  Hopefully whenever I next saw him again, I wouldn’t break into tears and beg him to love me the way I’d been so close to doing last night.

  19

  Louis

  I’d never let myself out of a bird’s flat without her still being soundly asleep and clueless to the fact that she’d wake up alone. Or with Liam, instead of me.

  But then again, everything with Audrey seemed to be a first.

  I’d certainly never spent post-sex bliss comforting a crying girl before, that was for damn sure. Nor had I ever felt like such an absolute fucking prick as I had while she’d sobbed in my arms. She loved Liam, that much was painfully obvious. Not in the puppy-dog way many of the girls we bedded crushed on us, either.

  No, she full-on fucking loved him, and I’d made Liam’s dismissal of her so much worse with my little stunt. I might not have known why my stupid twin had gotten in so deep with with this girl, but I cursed him for it all the way home from Audrey’s. Did he love her, too? Was that why he was being such a moody arsehole about it?

  A sickening fear mixed with my general sensation of self-loathing. If… if he hadn’t been forced to cut ties with her because of this thing with our dad, would she have been it for him? Was she the woman he was supposed to marry?

  The woman he was supposed to leave me for?

  I’d always known the day would come, even if I’d done my best to deny it. As I’d seen first Blaine and then Marcus lose themselves to the women they fell in love with, I’d known the time was drawing near when Liam would find his other half. The one that would replace me.

  It’d always been him and me—he was as much a part of me as my own fucking hand, but love… That was the one thing that I couldn’t fight back against.

  In my most shameful moments, I’d secretly hoped it’d be me who found love first, even though I knew I never would. There would never be anyone who could replace Liam for me. But the alternative…

  If Audrey was really Liam’s true love, like Mira was Blaine’s and Evelyn was Marcus’… Then one day, when we’d finally gotten rid of our father and stabilized our hold over London, he would find her again.

  No.

  I couldn’t lose him. Not yet. Not when everything I’d ever known was already such a fucked up mess and bound to get much, much worse.

  Playing Audrey like this might’ve been an arsehole
thing to do, but even if Liam somehow managed to stay away from her until it was safe for him to be with her again, I wasn’t about to let her take him from me after all was said and done. I had to show Liam she wasn’t the one. And so, I had to keep up the charade a little while longer.

  I sank down on the leather sofa in mine and Liam’s shared living room and fished out my phone. I’d snuck her number off her phone while she was sleeping and blocked Liam’s number and replaced his with mine in her phonebook. Someone should really tell her to put a PIN on her phone.

  Love, you got anything planned tomorrow evening? I want to take you out.

  The small pang of excitement in my gut as I pressed “send” surprised me, but it probably shouldn’t have. Crying aftermath aside, fucking Audrey had been the best damn sex of my entire life. No wonder a small part of me was looking forward to seeing her again, despite how shitty I felt about deceiving her. It was funny, really, on an abstract level. Before I’d met her, I hadn’t been particularly looking forward to fucking her, but I hadn’t felt bad about manipulating her, either. She’d just been a troublesome piece of arse, a means to an end.

  Fucking Liam. Why the hell couldn’t he just have screwed her once and let that be it?

  When Audrey opened the door to me at half past ten the next night, I wasn’t prepared for the gut-punch of desire that made my jaw drop at the sight of her.

  She’d dressed in a black, tight-fitting dress that hugged her curves in all the right places and displayed her magnificent tits with a plunging neckline. Pieces of shimmering jewelry enhanced her clavicle and delicate earlobes, and her lush brown hair was piled on top of her head in an intricate up-do. Her pretty features were enhanced with makeup in the best of ways, with dark red lips that made me ache to kiss her.