Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 63: Bargain With The Devil 4

The interior of the Rolls-Royce felt like a vacuum, sealing Liam away from the grit of the sidewalk and his way back to Tasha waiting for him in his apartment.

Elena was a weight on his lap, her silk blouse cool against his skin while her body heat radiated through her leather skirt.

"What are you doing, Elena?" Liam asked, his voice strained.

He tried to keep his focus on the problem at hand, the family war, danger, but it was hard to think when her fingers were tracing the lines of his chest through his shirt.

She tilted her head, a lock of wavy brown hair brushing his cheek. "Isn’t it obvious?" Her voice was a low purr.

"I’m not in the mood for this," Liam gritted out, though his pulse was betraying him, thumping visibly in his neck. "I need your help. Real help. Not... this."

Elena didn’t pull away.

Instead, she leaned closer, the scent of her expensive floral perfume filling his lungs. "I told you, Liam. I want you. And when I want something, I take it. That shouldn’t be a new concept to you, given how you’ve been spending your time lately." She paused, her eyes dropping to his waist.

"You say you aren’t in the mood, but the big guy down there is already poking my pussy through your pants. He looks ready to attack."

Liam felt the heat creep up his neck.

He couldn’t deny the physical reality of her weight on him. "You know that part of me has a mind of its own," he countered, trying to maintain some shred of control.

"And what about your hands?" Elena teased, glancing down.

Liam’s hands were instinctively molded to the firm, heavy curves of her ass, his fingers digging slightly into the black leather of her mini skirt. "Do they have a mind of their own too?"

"They do," Liam replied, his voice dropping an octave.

Elena let out a soft, melodic giggle that vibrated against his chest. "I’m getting impatient, Liam. And I don’t like being kept waiting."

She reached between the rear seats and pressed the silver button on the center armrest.

A panel opened, exposing the seat controls within.

With a gentle press, Liam’s captain’s seat reclined backward in whisper-quiet luxury, the footrest rising from the floor as the backrest eased into a perfect resting position.

The sudden movement made Liam’s grip tighten; he unintentionally squeezed her ass, his palms feeling the solid, supple muscle beneath the skirt.

Elena let out a sharp, airy moan, her back arching. "You need to calm down," she whispered, though her smirk said she wanted the exact opposite.

"It’s not what you think," Liam muttered, his heart hammering against his ribs.

Elena didn’t bother listening.

She shifted her weight, turning around on his lap to face the floorboards where the plastic bags sat.

Her cream silk blouse, unbuttoned nearly to the navel, dangled open, revealing the heavy, pale slopes of her breasts and the way they jiggled with her movement.

She reached down, one hand still anchored around Liam’s neck for balance, and shoved the bags of medicine and heat patches to the far side of the footwell.

She dismounted him slowly, her bare thighs sliding against his jeans, and sank onto her knees on the thick, lambswool floor mat. The position put her face level with his waist.

Liam watched her, his breath hitching.

Even in the dim light of the car, she looked like a masterpiece of predatory intent.

Her hazel eyes were dark, focused entirely on the task at hand.

She reached out, her manicured nails clicking against his belt buckle.

She unbuckled it with practiced ease and slid the zipper down, the harsh metallic sound echoing in the quiet cabin.

She tugged his trousers down, leaving him in only his black boxers, which were already strained to the limit by the thick, pulsing length beneath the fabric.

"So," Elena said, looking up at him through her lashes, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Here is your last chance, Liam. Tell me to stop now, and I will."

Liam looked down at her.

Above her head, the system’s translucent icons shimmered—two unlocked hearts pulsed with deep red light.

He knew that whatever answer he gave her, she’d still do what she wanted in this state.

His fingers gripped the armrests of the cream leather seat.

She was insane, he was certain of that now.

But here he was, about to sleep with a woman like this in a car that cost more than the entire apartment buildings in his street combined.

He’d be a liar if he said he wasn’t losing his mind too.

"I didn’t think so," she murmured when he remained silent.

Elena reached out and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down in one smooth motion.

His monster sprang free, thick and angry, pulsing with every beat of his heart.

Elena’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of genuine hunger crossing her face. She leaned in and flicked her tongue along the side of the shaft, from the base to the flared, weeping head.

Liam’s head hit the headrest, a jagged breath escaping his lungs.

She continued to use her tongue, swirling it around the sensitive rim with agonizing slowness.

’He’s so sweet,’ she thought, a frantic edge entering her mind. ’Just the smell of him is driving me crazy.’

She wrapped her hand around the base, her fingers not even meeting around the girth, and then she slid her mouth over him.

She took him deep, her throat constricting around the head as she began to suck with a rhythmic, vacuum-like pressure.

Liam’s hands found her hair, his fingers tangling in the soft waves. "Elena... fuck."

She increased the speed, her head moving back and forth in a blur.

The sensation was overwhelming, the heat of her mouth, the slick friction of her saliva, and the sheer audacity of the situation.

’She’s driving me fucking crazy,’ Liam thought, his hips involuntary bucking upward.

Elena felt his reaction and knew she was close to breaking him... and herself.

’I want him inside me now’ Elena thought scrabbled with lust, she pulled back, a thin silver thread of saliva connecting her lips to him.

She reached into a small, velvet-lined compartment in the side console and pulled out a gold-foil square.

"This time around," she panted, her hazel eyes locking onto his, "you aren’t coming inside me. Unless it’s a special day."

She tore the foil with her teeth. In a display of pure, practiced dominance, she used her mouth to roll the condom onto him.

*Mmh~mhh*

She struggled for a moment, the sheer size of him forcing her to stretch her jaw until tears pricked the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t stop until he was fully shrouded in the latex.

She stood up in the cramped space, the roof of the Rolls-Royce just high enough for her to maneuver.

She reached under her black leather skirt, her fingers hooking into the thin lace of her panties.

She stepped out of them, tossing the scrap of black fabric onto the dashboard.

The skirt remained, hiked up to her waist.

She stepped over him, straddling his lap once more.

She was soaking wet, the slickness visible on her inner thighs. She grabbed Liam’s shaft and guided the head to her opening.

She descended slowly.

"Ah... god," Liam groaned, his hands slamming onto the leather of the seat.

Elena was incredibly tight, her walls gripping him like a vice as he forced his way inside.

*Mmmhh*

She bit her lip, her head falling back as she took more and more of his length, her internal muscles fluttering in shock at the intrusion.

When she finally bottomed out, she stayed still for a moment, both of them breathing hard, eyes locked.

"You’re... too much," she whispered, a bead of sweat rolling down her temple.

"You started this," Liam rasped.

Elena didn’t wait any longer.

She began to ride him, her hips moving in a frantic, circular motion.

The leather of her skirt squeaked against the cream leather of the seat with every downward thrust.

She was moving slowly taking her time trying to break him.

’I can’t let her take control of the pace’

Liam reached up, grabbing her waist and helping her drive down onto him.

He started thrusting upward, meeting her halfway.

*Pa~pa~pa~pa*

He was going deep—too deep. With every slam, he felt himself hitting her womb, the blunt force of it making her eyes roll back.

"Liam! You’re... you’re going to tear me open!" she cried out, her voice a mix of agony and pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

He didn’t slow down. He didn’t want to.

He wanted to finish quick so could get back to Tasha still waiting for him.

"I can’t... I’m going to..." Elena’s voice broke. Her body began to shake, her internal walls clamping down on him in a series of violent, rhythmic spasms. "I’m cumming!"

"Me too," Liam growled.

He delivered three more powerful, soul-shaking thrusts, burying himself as far as the car’s ergonomics would allow. He felt the hot, pressurized burst of his release fill the condom, his entire body tensing into a cord of solid muscle.

Elena collapsed against his chest, her face buried in his neck, her body still vibrating from the force of her climax.

The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by their ragged breathing and the distant sound of a siren somewhere in the city.

Inside the Rolls-Royce, the air was thick, smelling of leather, silk, and the raw, heavy scent of their union.

Elena climbed off Liam’s lap, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.

Her hair was slightly disheveled now, loose strands falling across her flushed face.

The black dress that was ridden up during their time together, the fabric bunched around her hips, and she took a moment to smooth it back down over her thighs with both hands.

Liam watched her for a second, then shifted his gaze upward—just above her head.

[56/100]

The number hovered there in glowing text, perfectly positioned where only he could see it.

’Just the right number to activate Point Bound Might.’

His heart rate picked up slightly at the thought, but he forced himself to stay calm and think it through.

’There’s no point actually extracting it right now when there’s no actual reason for it.’

He glanced toward the tinted windows of the car, scanning the empty street outside.

At first, he’d been worried they might get attacked again

Tasha’s uncle’s men showing up out of nowhere with crowbars and worse. But things had been quiet for a while now.

No ambushes. No surprise visits. Just silence. There was really no point activating it before the problem even showed up.

He stared at the number for a few more seconds, weighing his options, then finally looked away and reached down to grab the plastic bags from the floor.

Elena straightened up in her seat, adjusting the neckline of her dress as she caught her breath. She turned to look at him, her hazel eyes still warm but more focused now.

"Don’t worry," she said softly, her voice steady despite how hard she’d been breathing moments ago. "I’m going to find a way to help."

"Okay," Liam said simply, nodding once.

He opened the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk, the cool night air hitting his face immediately.

He turned back to look at her through the open door. "How are you going to call your driver back?"

Elena smiled slightly and leaned back against the seat, crossing one leg over the other. "He’ll be here soon. He didn’t go too far."

"Alright." Liam nodded again and started to close the door. "I’ll see you around."

But before he shut it completely, he stopped.

He looked at Elena one more time—at the number still hovering above her head—and hesitated.

’If I don’t do it now, I might not get another chance like this.’

He made up his mind.

"Extract," he said under his breath.

He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the rush—the surge of power that had flooded through him the last time he’d used Point Bound Might.

But nothing happened.

No rush. No surge. Nothing.

Liam frowned and opened his eyes again, looking up at the number on Elena’s head

[6/100]

’The number’s not there anymore... so why didn’t it work?’

His jaw tightened as confusion turned into frustration.

"Is something wrong?" Elena asked, tilting her head slightly as she watched him from inside the car.

"No," Liam said quickly, shaking his head. "Nothing’s wrong."

But his mind was already racing.

’Why didn’t it work? I said the command. The number was there. It should’ve activated.’

He clenched his fists at his sides.

’I need to figure this out. I can’t have my only real fighting chance fail on me when I need it most.’

The sound of footsteps echoed down the street.

Elena’s driver appeared from around the corner, walking at a steady pace with his hands clasped behind his back. He approached the car without a word, opened the driver’s side door, and slid into the seat.

Elena glanced at Liam one last time through the open passenger door, her lips curving into a small smile. "Goodnight, Liam."

"Yeah," Liam said, stepping back onto the curb. "Goodnight."

He closed the door with a soft click.

The Rolls-Royce pulled away from the curb slowly before accelerating down the street. Liam stood there for a moment, watching as the taillights disappeared into the distance.

Then he turned and started walking toward his building.

The plastic bags rustled in his hands with each step. The street was empty.

He was halfway to the entrance when he heard it.

A loud crash of metal scraping against concrete and followed by the clatter of a trash can being knocked over.

Liam stopped dead in his tracks.

"What was that? Is someone there?" he muttered under his breath.

His heart skipped a beat.

His eyes darted toward the narrow alley between his building and the next one over where the source of the noise came from.

"I can’t just ignore it. If someone out here wants to hurt us and I don’t deal with them now, they’ll just follow me inside anyway. At least out here I can see them coming."

He set the bags down carefully on the ground, then straightened up and stared at the entrance to the alley.

The shadows were thick there way too thick to see anything clearly.

"Who’s there?" he called out.

No response.

His hands curled into fists as he took a slow step forward.

"I know someone’s there," he said louder this time.

Another step.

The sound came again, a soft scraping noise followed by a faint metallic clang.

"Show yourself," he said, his voice low and dangerous now.

Then something shot out of the alley.

Liam’s hand flew up instinctively, but then he stopped.

A cat.

A small black cat with bright yellow eyes darted out from between the trash cans and bolted across the street. Its tail flicked once before it disappeared into another alley.

Liam stood there for a long moment, staring after it with his fist still raised.

"Are you serious?" he said aloud, exhaling sharply. "A fucking cat?"

He shook his head and turned back toward where he’d left the bags.

"I’m freaking out for nothing."