Unchosen Ruler by Maggie Cole

12

Hailee

"Liam! Please!"I beg, unsure how long I've been at his house, under his mercy. My limbs are shaking. Sweat coats my skin. My underwear and bra cling to me to the point it's uncomfortable. The fire is the only light in the room, and sometimes I have none, depending on if Liam decides to put the blindfold over me or not. Currently, it's on. And every part of Liam's tongue, fingers, and even cock has been in me at times.

Not once has he allowed me to come. It's an excruciatingly delicious pain in a way I've never experienced before.

His hot breath hits the curve of my neck. "Tell me I'm in charge of your safety, little lamb. All this will go away." His lips add more zings to my ready-to-explode body.

I must be a masochist. No matter how much I want to be free, I won't give in. I've taken care of myself for my entire adult life. There's nothing wrong with the bus. I'm not going to give anyone total control over any area of my life, no matter if what Liam is saying may have some truth. If I give him this, what's he going to ask for next?

And this is over the top. Several times, I wonder if he's crazy and if I've welcomed the devil himself into my life, even though Liam claims this is about keeping me safe. Then I change my mind and think it's the hottest thing anyone has done to me, and that makes me wonder if I'm the crazy one.

"You don't have a right to do this," I weakly reply.

"Stop fighting me, Hales." His finger slides inside my panties, and he teases me for what feels like the hundredth time.

Why does he always feel so good?

If he doesn't take my undergarments off, I'm going to die.

"Please, take them off." He keeps moving them to the side then replacing them. It's making my skin crawl.

"If someone had kidnapped you, you wouldn't be asking," he barks.

"Liam..." I lose control and get emotional. Against my will, tears soak the blindfold. If anyone else did this to me, I would be scared out of my wits and wanting to die. I choke out, "Please, stop. You're hurting me."

He steps behind me so his naked body is flush to mine. His erection presses against my spine and his arms encircle me. He slides his fingers back on my clit. "This is hurting you?" He swirls his finger, and I tilt my head back onto his chest, so tired of being on the edge of coming without him taking me over it.

"Yes," I whisper.

"No, I'm not hurting you. I'll never hurt you. I'm protecting you. All you have to do is tell me I'm in charge of your safety decisions. Vow to me you won't fight me about it ever again." He turns my chin and deeply kisses me, and right when I'm about to come, his hand freezes. It's like he knows my body better than I do. "Give me the power. I'll make you feel so good, little lamb."

I blurt out, "I can't."

"You can."

My body betrays me, and I cry hard. I hate myself at this moment for showing him my weakness. "I can't."

"I won't let anything happen to you. You're mine to protect. Why can't you give this to me?" he murmurs in my ear.

"What else are you going to take from me?" I sob, finally admitting to him what I'm petrified of. It would be easy with Liam to let him make all the choices in my life, and I would lose myself and who I am.

He spins to the front of me and palms my head to his chest. "Shh."

I keep sobbing, and he removes my blindfold. He holds my cheeks. His face is inches from mine. "I'm not taking anything else. Nothing, little lamb. Nothing else. Deep down, you know this is for the best. I can't function if you don't give this to me. I need to know you're safe at all times."

"I hate you," I whisper.

Pain briefly flashes in his eyes. "No, you don't. You hate admitting I should make these decisions for you. But I'm right. And don't ever say you hate me again. You're the missing part of my heart, Hales. And I'll give you anything you want, but you will submit to me on this one thing."

I close my eyes and barely get out, "I need these off. I'm so hot. My skin's crawling."

"I know. That's how I felt all day thinking of you walking to and from the bus stop, in neighborhoods that aren't safe. It's like a bug is under your skin and you can't get it out, isn't it?"

"Yes."

He tugs my hair back. His lips press against mine. He reaches for something and says, "Stay still."

I don't move. I really can't. There's no slack in the ropes.

He holds up the knife then quickly slashes the straps of my bra and the part sticking to my cleavage. It's so wet it doesn't fall, and he pulls it off me.

"Oh God!" I never thought anything could feel so freeing.

He kisses me again, and I roll my tongue against his. My bare breasts press against his chest, and he groans. "Do you want your panties off?"

"Please," I beg.

"Give it to me. Tell me one time that you won't ever argue with me again about your safety, and I'll remove them. I'll untie you. Then I'll make every part of you feel good, little lamb. Just tell me."

I can't do it anymore. The freedom I feel from my bra alone is like the first hit of a drug. I have to have more. I cave. "Okay. I won't argue ever again. Take it. Please cut them off."

He takes control of my mouth while slicing the back of my thong. His hands pull the fabric through my legs to the front of my body, and he cuts the side. He peels it away and tosses it on the floor. "Feel better?"

"So much," I cry out, and more tears fall down my cheeks.

He crouches down and releases my feet, but my legs are like noodles. He holds me close to him, whacks the rope with his knife, and my arms fall over his shoulders. He picks me up and takes me to the bed.

"Liam," I sob.

"Shh. Everything is okay. Let me take care of you now, little lamb." He brushes the clump of wet hair off my face. His lips destroy me. My mouth. My breasts. My pussy is so overloaded, I come the moment he flicks his tongue on me.

But I have hardly any voice left. And my cries lodge in my throat, barely making any noise. My fingers pull at his hair, and his deep groan echoes in the air.

He lurches over me, thrusting inside me in one movement and covering my gasp with his mouth. His tongue tastes of my orgasm. It fucks me at the same speed as his erection. And I cling to him, unable to stop quivering, with endorphins annihilating every atom in my being. The tears never stop. Adrenaline continues to pound me like a jackhammer.

He promised he would make me feel good, but nothing could compare to how this feels. It's like a full-on onslaught of every high you could ever experience.

"Fuck, Hales," he mumbles in my mouth as I scratch him so hard, I draw blood. It only makes him thrust into me harder and faster.

"Liam!"

"You're mine, little lamb. Tell me I'm not going to lose you."

I scrunch my face. After all this, why is he even talking this way? I don't reply from shock.

"You never told me yesterday I'm not going to lose you. No matter your family or mine, you tell me right now, it's you and me. I need it, Hales. Tell me." His eyes fill with something I've never seen before.

Is that what he's been worried about?

Didn't I tell him he wouldn't lose me?

No, I didn't.

I kiss him. "You and me, baby."

A growl comes out of him. I don't know if it's relief from pent-up worry or some other emotion, but it flies out of him. He dips his face to my neck and buries himself in the curve. "Jesus. You're such a good little lamb. Fuuuuck!" He pumps his seed in me, and it's like a machine gun going off.

I lose control of anything that's left. My body goes to a place I've never been before. It's as if I'm floating. All I see are stars. When the chaos ends, and the sound of the room is filled with us trying to catch our breath, it feels like a long time passes before Liam lifts his head off me.

He strokes the side of my wet head. His green eyes glow in the dark. He pecks me on the lips then pierces his gaze into mine. In a soft voice, he says, "Don't hate me for doing that."

It's not thought out. I don't hesitate. I draw my hand back and slap him as hard as I can across the cheek. The air fills with the sound of my palm hitting his skin. The end of the rope, still tied around my wrist, swats his neck.

Time seems to stand still as he keeps his face toward the wall. He takes deep breaths and finally licks his lips. My chest tightens as he slowly faces me.

My voice cracks but gets stronger as I speak. "That's all you're getting control over. Don't ask for anything else. I won't be a mindless Stepford wife. I'm capable of making decisions."

I expect him to be upset that I hit him. Instead, his lips curve into a smile. His eyes turn so hot, they're glowing. "No, little lamb. You aren't a Stepford wife. You're my queen."

A new, scary thought hits me hard about who he is.

He's the future king of the O'Malleys. And I'm already so far in, I don't question if it will happen or not. I couldn't leave Liam if I tried. That makes me someone I never thought I'd be. And I wonder if I'm really capable of being an O'Malley queen.