Chapter 29 Ruin
Ava Reed
The second our mouths crash together, I know I’ve made a mistake.
A terrible, reckless, dangerous mistake.
Because the moment I kiss him, really kiss him, not just some heated, spur-of-the-moment thing, but something raw, something meant to hurt, Liam takes over. He always does.
His hands seize my waist, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, and he cages me on the bed, holding me in with his body. His mouth is hot, hungry, punishing, like he’s been waiting for this moment just as much as I have.
And maybe he has.
Maybe that’s why he didn’t stop me.
Maybe that’s why when I grip his shirt, yanking him even closer, he groans like he’s losing his mind.
"You’re so fucking frustrating," I hiss between kisses, my breathing ragged.
He smirks against my lips, nipping my bottom lip before licking over it like he owns me.
"You started this, Snowflakes. Can you handle it?"
I don’t answer.
Because he already knows.
Instead, I shove at his chest. His eyes gleam, dark and full of amusement, as he props himself on his elbows, watching me.
"You’re mad," he taunts. Smug. Too fucking smug.
"Fucking livid," I growl, climbing on top of him, straddling his waist before I even realize what I’m doing.
His hard, thick length presses right against me through his sweatpant, and I bite my lip at the feel of him, at the heat radiating off his body.
He doesn’t look away. He doesn’t blink. He just waits, his eyes burning into mine, watching every little movement, every little reaction.
Waiting for me to snap.
Waiting for me to break first.
"You want control so bad, Snowflakes?" His voice is low, dark and rough as his hands slide over my thighs, up to my waist, under my hoodie. "Then take it."
I grind down against him, relishing the way his jaw clenches, the way his grip tightens like he’s barely holding himself back.
"I am taking it," I whisper, leaning down so my lips are barely an inch from his.
He groans, his fingers digging into my hips, his control slipping just enough to make my stomach tighten.
And then, just when I think I’ve won…
He flips us.
One second, I’m on top. The next, I’m underneath him, trapped, breathless, at his mercy again.
His body pins me down, his face inches from mine, with his chest heaving and his lips swollen.
And fuck, he’s so fucking hard.
"Wrong move, Snowflakes," he murmurs, dragging his nose along my jaw, making me shudder. "You don’t get to play with fire unless you’re ready to burn."
I gasp as he grinds against me, slow and deep, sending shockwaves of heat through me. His thick length poking me, making me reach the brink of either begging him to ram it inside me or rip his sweatpants and push it inside me myself.
I open my mouth to speak, to fight back, to call his bluff, but he grips my wrists, pinning them above my head as he rolls his hips against me again, making me whimper instead.
Fuck.
He smirks. Smug. Sinful.
"You like that, don’t you?" His voice is low, taunting. Knowing.
I refuse to answer.
So he does it again.
Harder.
Slower.
And when I let out the tiniest gasp, his smirk deepens.
"Yeah," he murmurs. "I fucking knew it."
And then, he kisses me.
Not the angry, bruising kisses from earlier. Not the punishing ones meant to prove a point.
This one is slow.
It unravels me.
It destroys me.
And as his hands roam lower, as his body presses me down harder, I realize…
I was never in control.
I never stood a chance.
Liam Carter was always going to ruin me.
And I was always going to let him.