Forbidden by Liliana Carlisle

CHAPTER 5

AMELIA

I’m a woman possessed.

My heart beats so loudly in my chest I’m sure he hears it as he pushes me against the stucco wall. He kisses me so fiercely it’s painful, his soft lips punishing mine. I whine as I dig my fingers into his sweat, desperate to feel his body closer to mine.

“Open your mouth, Princess,” he whispers against my lips, and I let out a gasp as his tongue plunges in, tasting me thoroughly.

I’ve never been kissed like this, but I give back as good as I get, moaning against his plush lips.

And for the first time in my life, I desperately wish I was an Omega.

But he doesn’t seem to care that I’m not, because he attacks me as if he’s dying of thirst. He growls and brings his mouth to my neck, licking and biting in a rhythm, and I whimper as I dance on the edge of pleasure and pain.

“You taste fucking exquisite,” he hisses against my throat, almost angrily. “How can you taste this good?”

I’m moaning in desperation, grinding myself against him. The crotch of my jeans rubs against the bulge in his pants as I drag myself against it. It’s massive, and he hisses as I thrust myself against him.

I need more.

“Touch me,” I gasp out, my cunt desperately clenching on nothing “Please.”

“Fuck,” he growls. “Greedy little thing.”

I’m drowning in pleasure as I pull the top of my blouse down, offering my breasts to him through my black lace bra.

He pauses, regarding my chest with a hunger, until his massive hand squeezes one breast roughly. I cry out in the night, so loudly that it’s obvious to everyone inside the bar what’s happening.

But I don’t care.

I tug at his soft hair, enjoying the feel of his thick locks against my fingers as he tilts his head down to suck at the skin of my breast. His other hand tweaks at a nipple through my bra, and my cunt clenches as I buck against him. I climb higher, drowning in his scent, moaning and begging in his ear. He growls into my chest, assaulting each lace-clad breast with his fingers and mouth.

Then, the impossible happens.

Pleasure licks up my spine and I arch my back, my mouth opened in a gasp. I struggle to keep my footing and clutch onto his shoulders, whimpering as an orgasm races through me. My vision blurs and light dances behind my eyes as my body succumbs to pleasure, dragging my clothed cunt against his erection.

He pauses briefly, his hands frozen as he looks at me in disbelief. “Did you just come?” He asks, his voice laced with wonder.

I nod, riding through the aftershocks, clutching at him. He pulls me into his arms and kisses me roughly, his tongue dancing with mine. I shudder against him, whimpers escaping me as he assaults my mouth.

“Good girl,” he murmurs against my lips, and I shudder at the praise.

POP. POP.

The pleasure is short-lived.

I’m on the ground before I can think, my bare back hitting the dirt with a thud.

Jakob leans over me, shielding me with his body as my spine screams with pain.

POP.

The stucco next to me explodes, and a high-pitched ringing fills my ears as Jakob curses.

“Stay down,” He orders me. I nod dumbly.

It isn’t until he pulls a pistol out that I realize they were gunshots.

Gunshots!

He returns fire, the sound so deafening I flinch and cover my ears. I count the pops in my head, curling into a ball to make myself as small as possible, his body leaning over me as a shield.

They must eventually stop because Jakob pulls me into his arms, speaking words I don’t comprehend. Sirens echo in the distance, and he curses again, pulling me gently to my feet. He lifts my arms and helps me back into my shirt, shielding me from the view of the patrons that gather outside.

“Hey,” he says softly, cupping my face. “Amelia. Look at me.”

But I shake in his arms, my mind racing from what transpired.

He saved me.

“You’re in shock,” he whispers, as the sirens come closer. His voice is laced with gentleness, something so different from what he was moments before. “Come on, Princess, you have to look at me.”

I finally meet his eyes, unable to speak.

“Are you hurt?” he asks urgently, his eyes scanning my body.

The smug, arrogant Alpha has disappeared. He examines me, gently running his hands up and down my body, looking for injuries. When he’s satisfied there’s none, he pulls me to his chest, his arms wrapping around me.

I finally find my voice as I inhale his scent, committing it to memory.

“Are you a cop?” I ask shakily, looking up at him.

His eyes narrow. “No,” he says simply.

“What—are you in a gang?”

He quirks his lip, but his eyes remain serious. “No.”

I stare at him for far too long, trying to fit the puzzle pieces together.

What else could he be? Shock clouds my mind, and I’m unable to focus, my teeth chattering.

“I need to get you out of here,” he says, but I remain frozen in his arms.

There’s a term just out of reach, something Lucy had mentioned before.

A group of Alphas, dangerous and feared. The deadliest men on the planet.

There’s a name for them…

My mouth falls open and I gasp.

“Ah,” he says solemnly. “You figured it out.” He grips me tighter, and I’m immobile in his arms.

“A Collector?” I whisper.

He confirms my suspicions with a nod.

Oh my God.

I just threw myself into the arms of one of the most dangerous men in the world.

My world goes black.