Lahat ng Kabanata ng Lovers & Liars : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

*Liam*“Yoo, Pryce! Where the fuck are you?” Ryder's voice thundered, the car speakers resounding with his voice. “I told you where I was going, didn't I?” I answered with my eyes fixed on the road before me. I then pressed a button on the steering wheel to reduce the volume of the speakers. “No! I don't actually mean where,” he said, backtracking a little bit. “Why the fuck did you take the car without the driver?”With a small turn of my wrists on the steering wheel, I navigated a curve and turned onto the highway. “He was wasting my time, man,” I muttered. There was a brief moment of silence where Ryder breathed in deeply and that was when I knew that his tolerance range for me today was perhaps not that high. “But. That. Doesn't. Mean. You. Had. Drive. By. Yourself,” he gritted out, punctuating each word. I lifted my shoulders in a slight shrug even though he couldn't see me. “I think I can manage driving to the hotel without fainting.”“And that's the fucking point!” he expl

*Liam*Wanting to take my time and savor her this time, I molded my mouth to hers, exploring the soft, sensual curves of her lips. She trembled beneath me in response. Scooping an arm around her waist, I drew her even more closer and relished the melting warmth that rushed between us. I groaned deeply in my throat, my hand sliding up the side of her face before it latched onto her throat while my other other hand found its way to her lush butt. I grabbed a cheek, my fingertips digging into the lush softness. God, this ass was going to be my weakness. It was shapely and was just enough for me to dig my fingers into… just the way I like 'em.She let out a low moan of pleasure as I parted her lips with my tongue and delved inside, ravishing her mouth and staking my claim. Passion and need fused as one and created a sharp, splintering ache in his loins, making my cock harden. I traced my tongue over her lips and licked the inner seam, she shivered, mindlessly rocking her hips against

*Vivienne*Remember when I said we were far from being done tonight? Yup… turns out I couldn't have been more right. Cause tell me why almost an hour later, we are still going at it like some dog in heat. And hey, it's not that I'm complaining or anything but if this man doesn't stop pounding my pussy any minute from now, I might actually pass out from excessive stimulation and pleasure. It was as if he was determined to make sure that I indeed pass out. “F—fuck, Liam,” I moaned as I felt his cock leaving my pussy. The bedsheets were clenched tightly in my hands, my teeth digging into my lower lip and almost drawing blood. I could feel him everywhere— my breasts, stomach, between my thighs and deep in my pussy. His taste was in my mouth. His scent was in my nostrils. His breathing, as rough and ragged as mine, resonated in my ears. I was so intimately aware of him. He thrusts back into my pussy at his languid pace and I could feel myself combusting at his fingertips. The smell

*Vivienne*Never in my life did I imagine that I would be telling my story to another person… more less, a man.It wasn't even about the heartache and guilt that I normally feel whenever I thought about the series of events that lead up to the tragedy but bringing myself to talk openly about it. But here I was, naked with my boobs squished up against Liam's hot body as I told him exactly what happened. I was yet to understand the reason why I told him something that I had sworn never to tell anyone, but I later came to the conclusion that I tend to be irrational whenever I was with him. But deep down inside me, I knew that I wanted to tell him… I wanted to be the first person that he hears the story from. Releasing another deep agonizing breath, I raised my head from his chest and stared at him. “So, you see the reason why I can't bring myself to trust anyone? I can't even trust myself… and that's just the real me.”Liam just gazed at me without a word, his green eyes flickering a

*Vivienne*As I settled into the plush leather seat of the car, I glanced sideways at Eric. He looked a bit pale, the remnants of his recent hospital stay evident in the way he held himself. I suddenly felt guilty about not visiting him throughout his stay at the hospital. I only recalled hearing that the stab had gone deep and that he would be needing critical surgery and aftercare. The car hummed softly as we glided through the late morning streets, the sun casting long shadows across the asphalt. The city buzzed around us, a symphony of honking horns and distant chatter.“Feeling better?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood. Eric offered a faint smile, his eyes focused on the road ahead. “Yeah, just a bit sore. But I’ll be back to normal soon.”I swallowed hard, feeling nerves overtaking my body. “I'm so sorry I didn't drop by to visit the entire time you were at the hospital,” I finally whispered, hoping that my sincerity was passed across to him. “You don't have to apologize