Page 22 of Don't Date Your Nemesis

“Liam,” I gasped, my voice breaking. “I can’t⁠—”

“You can,” he growled, his fingers sliding inside me, stretching me as his tongue worked my clit. “You faked an orgasm with me, so I’m just reminding you… and this perfect pretty pussy how much I can make her cream.”

His filthy words fueled the pleasure. It was unbearable, and my body wound tight as a bow. My toes curled and my back arched.

“Liam, wait—” I gasped, but he didn't wait.

He sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue flickering at a speed that made my brain short-circuit. The sensation was intense and an explosion of white-hot heat. I tried to pull away, but his hands were like vices on my thighs, holding me open for his feast.

The orgasm tore through me. My internal muscles clamped down on nothing, pulsing in violent, rhythmic waves. I screamed his name, my back arching off the bed until only my heels and head were touching the mattress. It felt like every nerve ending was being set on fire, a cascading rush of prickling heat that poured down my legs and up my spine.

But Liam didn't stop. As I began to come, he dove deeper. He slid two long fingers inside me while his tongue continued to lash my clit. It was too intense since I was still sensitive from the previous orgasm. The pleasure turned into a sharp, electric overstimulation that made me sob.

“Liam! Please, it’s too much!” I cried out, my body twitching uncontrollably. Every touch felt like a lightning strike. My pussy was so sensitive it hurt, yet the pleasure was still climbing, dragging a second, smaller peak out of me before I could even breathe from the first.

“Please,” I begged, my voice sultry. “Fuck!”

“Nuh-uh,” Liam said, slurping on my juices, his fingers curling inside me and finding the sensitive spot.

“I’m sorry, okay?” I snapped, trying to move away. “I didn’t mean to—oh, fuck.”

But it was too late.

The third orgasm tore through me, even more powerful than the previous two. White hot lust blinded me, making my body writhe as the climax ripped through me, leaving me completely undone. My muscles clenched around his fingers, my body betraying me as I came again, my breath coming in broken sobs.

“There,” he said, his voice rough as he licked his glistening fingers clean, making me blush. “Now you’ll remember to never fake anything with me.”

He finally pulled back, his face glistening with my heat, his blond hair a mess. I lay there, panting, my legs shaking so hard they felt like jelly. I was completely exposed, my dress pushed up to my neck, and my skin flushed.

I barely registered that I was lying there completely naked in front of the man I had spent years publicly demeaning.

My nemesis.

If I had any dignity left, I would get up and push him away. Get dressed and leave the hotel room with two queen-sized beds that smelled like sex, alcohol, and sweet temptation.

But my body was a traitor. It didn’t care about the rivalry as Liam hovered over me in nothing but his pants. He was pumping his cock, his face glazed with a mix of agony and need.

My mouth went dry at the sheer size of his dick. It was intimidating and thick with veins on his shaft. It throbbed and my thighs clenched instinctively.

This is not good, Deepika. You should leave. It’s not too late.

Instead, my fists twisted the hotel sheets until my knuckles turned white.

I looked up at him, my heart hammering against my ribs.

“I fucking hate you,” I whispered, the words sounding more like a prayer than an insult.

Liam leaned down, his smirk returning, though it was softer now, scorched by the heat between us.

“Me too.”

7

ANYONE BUT YOU

LIAM

I was in deep, and I wasn’t just talking about the mattress (even though that sagging, cheap excuse for a bed was already protesting under my weight), but in her.