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CHAPTER THREE

Liam.

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Evelyn was different tonight.

There was something about her that was mesmerizing, and I couldn't pinpoint what it was.

Maybe it was the spark in her eyes, or the way she walked confidently to each and every guest and offered them a drink, striking up a conversation. Or maybe it was that damned black dress she had on. From the moment I saw her, I knew it was going to be trouble. And from the countless men that approached her today, I knew I wasn't too far off.

If I had known she was this outgoing, I would have brought her to every event I had to attend. Except she didn't know when to stop drinking, and now she was babbling gibberish in the passenger seat of my car, probably delirious.

I had to admit, I was a little tipsy too, but I could still think and see clearly. She on the other hand….not so much. I couldn't have let her go. The streets are unsafe at this hour.

Finally, I pulled up to her apartment, which wasn't too far from the event hall. I couldn't just drop her off and-

“Ohh I love this song!” She said excitedly, trying to leave the car on her own. Music was blaring from one of her neighbor's apartment, and apparently she was so used to it.

“You do?”I asked playfully. “Why don't you sing along?”

She froze, and turned to me. “If I knew how to do that I'd have done it.” Her voice lost all the fire it held and I sighed, helping her down from the car.

She clinged onto my shoulders immediately, and my hands instinctively wrapped around her waist as we walked towards her front door. Her scent flooded into my nose, and my muscles tensed involuntarily.

We finally reached her door, and she let go of my shoulder and began to search for her keys. “I love the sound of keys..” she muttered, and I realized she wasn't searching.

Why are women this hard to handle?

I grabbed the bag from her and found the keys in less than 5 seconds.

“You have the prettiest eyes.” She slurred, staring at me with her big, brown eyes. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were slightly smudged, and her lipstick had gone everywhere. But she somehow looked….good. Something squeezed deep inside my chest as I watched her stare at me innocently.

“Wouldn't be who I am without them now would I?” I replied, opening the door and helping her in. Instead of her to let go and maybe drop on the couch or the floor, she held on tighter to my shoulder and buried her nose in the crook of my neck.

Her nose brushed lightly against my skin, sending involuntary chills down my spine.”You even smell so good.” She drawled, her hand tracing my neck and down to my chest and stomach. “Don't leave me here alone. Please.” She said suddenly.

I froze, looking at her. “What do you mean?”

“You're going to want to go. I'm home now. I don't want you to leave…” She stretched up on her tippy toes and planted a small kiss on my nape. “Who's going to protect me from those monsters?”

“Evelyn…” I said breathily. This was the alcohol talking. Yes, it had to be. Evelyn wouldn't do this in her normal senses.

But why did I like it?

“What if I leave?” I asked, as she peppered more kisses on my neck. My hand was still on her waist, and my grip tightened instinctively.

“I won't let you.” She whispered straight into my ears, and my cock jerked in response. I was hard from the moment her sweet scent flooded my nose. Then again, it could be the alcohol, but I was still thinking clearly.

She released herself on her tippy toes, and turned to look straight at me. “So handsome.” Her fingers glided along my jawline, and then my neck. She traced a few patterns on my chest, as if lost in her own world.

“Evelyn…” I swallowed. I had lost all ability to speak when she stopped her hands on the middle of the chest, and planted a small kiss in the middle.

Fuck it.

My hands, which had been grappling between her waist and hiding my boner, slid up to her neck, making her meet my gaze.

“I don't know what this is, but I fucking love it.” I muttered, before crashing my lips down on hers. She moaned in my mouth in response, her hands traveling up to my hair almost immediately.

I bit her lower lip, and she gasped, allowing me access to her tongue. She invited me in, her tongue lapping up with mine. She tasted like mint and wine, with a little hint of oranges.

It was intoxicating.

My hands traveled down her spine, finding the zipper of her dress immediately. She squirmed in my grip, as if trying to give me better access while our mouths were still locked on each other. I guided her gently across the room till she was pressed up against a wall, and I released her lips from the torment and attacked her neck instead.

I kissed, nipped, sucked and ran my tongue over her sensitive spot as she moaned and shuddered beneath me. “Fuck…Liam…” she whispered, her hands tugging at my hair.

Every sound she made went straight to my cock, which was painfully hard. I had lost every atom of rational thinking. “Room, now.” I growled.

She nodded, and led me to her room. I locked the door behind us, and pounced on her immediately. I fisted my hands in her hair and plunged my tongue into her mouth again, slowly grinding against her. She let out a low whimper, and I smirked.

I guided her to bed, slowly unzipping her dress and tracing my hands along her bare back. “Liam…please take me…now.” She begged, and every ounce of control I had left fled my system.

“As you wish.”

I pulled the dress off her, and undid my belt while she removed the buttons on my shirt. Within seconds, we were both naked, horny, and under the influence.

I slid my fingers along her soft supple skin, along every curve until I got to her pussy. “Fuck.” I muttered. She was soaking wet. I plunged a finger inside, and she gasped. I put in another. Another gasp, and a squirm. I put in a third, and she whimpered as they began to move in and out, finger fucking her.

She moaned, cried, whimpered. And when I felt I couldn't take it any more, I flipped her over on her stomach and knees, and positioned my cock at her entrance. I pushed the tip in slowly, guiding every inch until I was buried to the hilt. I groaned lowly as her walls clenched around me. “Shit, Evelyn…you're so tight.”

Slowly, I drew my entire length and rammed back into her. She screamed and gasped, but it only made me want more. My thrusts picked up pace, and I fisted her hair in my hands, making her arch her back towards me.

“This is what you wanted right?” Thrust.

“Be a good girl and take this cock.” Thrust.

“Do you want me to go faster?” Thrust.

Of course, she couldn't answer. I was buried too deep in her to evoke any response.

I was slowly losing my mind, but I fucking loved it. I felt her walls shudder around my shaft, and I knew she was close. I thrusted deeper and faster into her, and within moments, she cried loudly, cumming all over my cock. I came right after her, grunting loudly as the tingling sensations of pleasure flooded through me.

I crashed onto the bed beside her, and blacked out immediately.

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