The CEO’s Masked Secret Wife novel Chapter 108

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(Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature readers.)

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Hazel’s POV

Liam’s words sent a shiver down my spine. His violet-blue eyes burned into mine, dark with desire. The air between us charged with electricity.

“The contracts?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

“Later,” he growled, taking them from my hands and dropping them on Evelyn’s desk.

He guided me backward until we reached the leather sofa. His hands found my waist, fingers digging possessively into my hips. The intensity of his gaze made my knees

weak.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Liam admitted, his breath hot against my ear. “About you. About us.”

“Me too,” I confessed.

His lips crashed into mine with bruising force. Gone was the gentle, restrained Liam. This was raw, primal need. His tongue invaded my mouth, demanding and hungry. I melted against him, my body answering his call.

We tumbled onto the sofa, Liam looming over me. His weight pressed me into the cool leather. He yanked my blouse from my skirt, hands sliding underneath to palm my breasts through my bra.

“Too many clothes,” he complained, tugging at the fabric.

I fumbled with his tie while he unbuttoned my blouse with surprising dexterity. The garment fell open, exposing my lace-covered breasts. Liam’s eyes darkened.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, lowering his mouth to the swell of my chest.

His lips trailed fire down my skin. I arched beneath him, desperate for more. He unhooked my bra with a quick flick, exposing my breasts to the cool office air.

“God, you’re perfect,” he breathed before capturing a nipple between his lips.

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I gasped, threading my

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the sensitive peak, teeth grazing just enough to make me squirm.

“Liam,” I moaned, writhing beneath him.

His hand slid up my thigh, pushing my skirt higher until it bunched around my waist. His fingers traced the edge of my panties, teasing but not giving me what I needed.

“Please,” I begged.

His smile was wicked against my skin. “Please what?”

“Touch me.”

He moved lower, trailing kisses down my stomach. My skirt was hiked up completely now, exposing me to his hungry gaze. He settled between my legs, his breath hot against my core.

“I want to taste you,” he said, voice rough with desire.

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Without waiting for a response, he pressed his mouth against me through the thin fabric of my panties. I bucked against him, shocked by the intimacy of his action. His tongue traced circles through the damp material.

“You’re so wet for me,” he groaned. “I can feel it through these.”

My breath came in short gasps as his mouth worked magic against me. He hooked his fingers in the sides of my underwear but didn’t remove them. Instead, he pushed them aside just enough to give his tongue direct access.

The sensation of his warm mouth on my most sensitive flesh sent me spiraling. He licked and sucked with expert precision, bringing me rapidly to the edge. When he slipped two fingers inside me while his tongue circled my clit, I shattered.

“Liam!” I cried out, my body convulsing with pleasure.

He continued his assault through my orgasm, drawing out every last tremor. When I finally collapsed back against the sofa, he looked up at me with blazing eyes.

“I need to be inside you,” he said, his voice strained with restraint. “Now.”

“Yes,” I nodded frantically. “Please.”

Liam stood, unbuckling his belt and lowering his zipper. I watched, mesmerized, as he

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freed himself. He was fully erect, thick and straining. My mouth watered at the sight.

He positioned himself between my legs again, guiding his length to my entrance. With one powerful thrust, he filled me completely.

I gasped at the sudden fullness. He didn’t start slowly. His hips pistoned against mine with urgent need. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the office along with our mingled groans.

“You feel so good,” he panted, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “So tight around

me.”

His pace was punishing, each thrust driving me higher. He reached between us, his thumb finding my sensitive bud. The dual stimulation was too much.

“I’m close,” I warned, feeling the tension building again.

“Come for me,” he demanded. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”

His crude words pushed me over the edge. I exploded, clenching around him as waves of pleasure washed through me. My second orgasm was even more intense than the

first.

Liam didn’t slow down. He flipped me onto my stomach, lifting my hips. The new position allowed him to drive even deeper. I felt him tugging at my panties, fabric tearing as he ripped them away.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he promised gruffly.

His hand found my hair, wrapping the strands around his fist. The slight sting as he pulled heightened every sensation. His other hand gripped my hip, keeping me steady for his powerful thrusts.

“You’re mine,” he growled. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I gasped, my face pressed into the leather cushion.

His pace grew frantic, each thrust harder than the last. I felt another climax building impossibly fast. When his fingers slid around to stroke me again, I couldn’t hold back.

“Liam!” I screamed as the third orgasm crashed through me.

He followed seconds later, his rhythm faltering. With a final, deep thrust, he buried

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himself completely inside me. I felt the hot pulse of his release as his body tensed

above mine.

In the height of his passion, his mouth found my shoulder. His teeth sank into my skin, marking me. The slight pain mixed with pleasure, intensifying everything.

We collapsed together onto the sofa, breathing hard. For several minutes, neither of us moved or spoke. His weight pressed me into the cushions, but I didn’t mind. I felt completely boneless, utterly satisfied.

Finally, Liam shifted, easing himself off me. He gently turned me over to face him, his expression changing when he saw my shoulder.

“Shit,” he muttered, fingers lightly touching the bite mark. “I’m sorry. I lost control.”

I reached up to touch the spot. It was tender but not painful. “Don’t apologize.”

“I hurt you,” he said, looking genuinely distressed.

I shook my head, smiling lazily up at him. “You marked me. I like it.’

His eyes darkened again at my words. “You like being marked by me?”

“Yes,” I admitted, feeling bold in the aftermath of our passion. “I like knowing I’ll see it tomorrow and remember this moment.”

A possessive gleam flashed in his eyes. He lowered his mouth to the mark, kissing it softly.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured against my skin.

I felt him beginning to harden again against my thigh. The realization that he wanted me again so soon sent a fresh wave of desire through me.

“Already?” I teased, reaching down to stroke him.

He groaned at my touch. “Only with you. You drive me crazy.”

I smiled, pushing him back against the sofa cushions. “My turn to be in charge.”

His hands settled on my waist as I straddled him. His eyes roamed hungrily over my body-blouse hanging open, skirt bunched around my waist, completely bare beneath.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as I positioned myself above him.

Slowly, teasingly, I lowered myself onto his length. His head fell back, a groan escaping his lips as I took him completely inside me.

“Hazel,” he breathed, his fingers digging into my hips.

I began to move, setting a leisurely pace that quickly had us both panting for more.