Fisting my hair, he yanks my head back, and the position angles my face just right, his harsh grip ensuring I can’t escape his hold.

“Please,” I gasp, despising myself for the slip-up. “I don’t know how to do this.”

“Your inexperience is what draws me.” He strokes his length, confident in his skill as he moves his hand from root to tip and back again. “Pinch your nipples.”

I follow his command, adding more pressure to the flesh between my fingers. A curious warmth darts between my thighs. I once touched myself, bringing about the same tingly rush spreading through my bones now, but my sense of embarrassment was too strong, and I stopped before it went any further.

“Harder. Make them ache.”

Maybe if I make my nipples hurt, the warmth between my legs will go away. I press down hard, face tightening from the hot pain radiating through my breasts.

The wet tip of his erection pushes against my lips. “Taste me,” he says, pulling my hair until I dart out my tongue.

He’s salty with a hint of bittersweet, and I’m not sure if I like the taste or not. I lick my lips clean, and then his flesh is there again, pressing against my lips until they part and allow him entrance. My mouth closes around the plump head, and he sucks in a sharp breath between his teeth.

“Jesus,” he mutters. “So sweet.”

And then he starts to thrust, his raspy voice shooting out curt instructions like suck and no teeth and gag for me. That last command confuses me until he pushes toward the back of my throat, and I realize he means to go deep.

Too deep.

Instinct kicks in, and I push my tongue against the hot flesh in my mouth.

“Don’t fight me,” he says with a low growl, pulling out and slapping his dick against my cheek. “My brothers won’t be as gentle and patient as me. They’ll tire of your teasing and take their pleasure from your ass.” He thrusts into my throat again, only this time when the gagging starts, I fight to accept it.

To accept him.

“This is for your own good, my sweet girl.”

He sets the tempo with quick jabs, and my chest aches from gagging on his girth. Humiliation clogs my nose, making breathing difficult with the way he’s claiming my mouth. I peek up, desperation a scream on my face, and our eyes meet. His are darker than a moonless night, lids at half-mast.

He seems…entranced. Caught up in a spell. A curious sense of power takes hold of me. I’ve never felt anything like it before.

And I’ve never witnessed anything as beautiful as the surrender in a man like Liam.