Unchosen Ruler by Maggie Cole

Epilogue

Hailee

Two Months Later

"Liam! Oh God!"I scream as my body convulses with tremors.

He holds me tighter, thrusting faster, with our glistening skin sliding against the other's. Liam murmurs in my neck, "So good, little lamb."

I whimper, adrenaline consumes my cells, and my eyes roll.

"Fuuuuck," he growls in my ear, coming hard inside me.

We don't move, trying to catch our breath. Liam finally lifts his head out of the curve of my neck. His arrogant expression turns me on more. "One hundred and fifty points. That takes me past five hundred. You better get the treat box ready."

I smirk and boast, "The treat box is always ready."

He drags his finger down my neck, and new tingles erupt. "After our appointment with the wedding planner, I have a surprise for you."

"What is it?"

More cockiness fills his face. His lips curve up, and he nibbles on my ear. "I got chains, little lamb."

My heart races faster. "You did?"

"Yeah. I'm going to chain you up, lick that sweet pussy of yours until you get hoarse begging me, then I'm going to—"

"Liam!" Nolan's voice shouts.

I jump beneath him. "What the heck is Nolan doing in our house?"

"All my cousins have an emergency key," he says, as if it isn't a big deal.

"What? Wait! Why?" I ask.

"It's better than Nora's fake rock," he claims.

"Liam!" Nolan barks.

"Chill. Give me a minute," Liam yells back and rolls off me. He grabs his shorts off the floor and puts them on.

I slide down under the covers farther. "Has your family not heard of calling before they come over? Is it lost manners or something?"

Liam bends down and gives me a chaste kiss. "You're cute, little lamb. Now, after I deal with whatever this is, make sure the treat box—"

"Liam!" Nolan hollers again and opens the door.

"Nolan, what the hell! Get out of here," Liam orders.

I pull the sheets up to my neck. "Seriously, Nolan?"

He ignores us. "Hailee, have you talked to Gemma?"

My pulse quickens. "Not in a few days. Why?"

Nolan's jaw clenches. In a cold voice, he claims, "Orla contacted her."

I sit up and hold the sheet to me. "When?"

"Last night. She was up all night, and I couldn't calm her down."

"Why didn't you call me?" I accuse.

"It was two in the morning," Nolan says.

"So what?"

Nolan scrubs his hand on his face. "Liam, we need to go, now."

"Go where?" Liam asks.

"To get Gemma. I was in the shower, and she left. She ditched security."

"Why would she do that?" I frantically ask.

Nolan's face hardens. His eyes blaze into mine. "She took my gun. She's going to kill Orla."