Free Entranced (The Alpha Stranger) Book 3 by C.T. Sloan

me. Then he reaches over and starts to bite my right ear. We fuck so hard that our bodies fall onto the ground. That doesn’t stop Liam. My lover continues to fuck me on the floor. I reach up and run my fingers across his strong chest as pulsating muscles work overtime to rail my young body.
     
    Liam brings his hands down around my neck and starts to close his grip around my throat. Oh this feels so good. I am getting used to getting choked out when my lover gets close to orgasm. I reach up and try to choke him back but he isn’t having any of that. My man wants to be in complete control. Well, that doesn’t stop me from finding a way to get aggressive with my man. I start to slap him across the face. He seems to like that so I slap him again and again. I bring my hand up to his face one more time. He opens his mouth and bites down on my hand. At this point, we are fucking like crazed animals.
     
    My body begins to shake as I am drawn closer and closer to orgasm. Liam pins my ankles behind my ears and goes deep. He looks into my eyes as I struggle to draw air into my body. Between being choked and fucked, I can barely keep my head straight. I grit my teeth and shake my head from side to side. My back arches. My eyes roll into the back of my head. I cum. Liam pushes his cock deep into me and finishes the job. We embrace. We kiss. We are too tired to do any much more than that.
     
    We lie on our sides and stare at the beautiful new piano bathed in the Southern California sunlight. Liam reaches around and cups my breasts as I admire the gift from my lover. “This house has been so sparse and quiet. It would be nice to fill it up with your music,” Liam says.
    I turn around and look back at him. “You know, in the end, I am only playing for you. Even when I am at the bar, whether you are there or not, I play only for you.” 

    Liam looks at me for a moment. He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t need to. His stare communicates a level of affection I have never felt from another guy. After a nice, long moment of silence, Liam says, “I can’t wait to show you off on Friday.”
     
    ***
     
    The butterflies started on Thursday night. I have been practicing, recording and playing my songs for three days straight. While Liam goes to the office in Downtown LA, I go to my office - the white baby grand piano in the living room overlooking the Malibu Coast. My songs have never sounded so good on that piano. Right now the instrument is being transported to a makeshift stage out in the back lawn, overlooking the ocean. The party is going to start in four hours and right now, a small army is preparing for the thousand or so guests expected to arrive at around 8:00 p.m.
     
    Liam has warned me that there will be helicopters overhead. “I have heard that several news outlets are covering the party from the air. I don’t mind. However, if those damn copters interrupt your performance, I will fucking shoot them down myself,” my lover proclaims on the phone. Given Liam’s wealth and power I wonder if he is only half-joking.
     
    “They will have to run out of gas sometime. Those copters can’t be up there all night.”
     
    “Let’s hope so. I have to run a few errands but I should be at the house at 7:00 p.m. Have fun, honey.”
     
    “I will, sweetheart.” I hang up and do a little happy dance. No matter how nervous I get, Liam can deflate my fears with his cool and confident voice.
     
    I walk out into the back lawn and see the white baby grand set on an elevated platform. There are lights and an entire sound system being installed for tonight’s party. This looks like the set to a real concert. That is starting to make me a little nervous. I shouldn’t be nervous since I’ve already played to several hundred people. However, I know how much this means to my lover. I must give the most important performance of my life.
     
    Liam arrives exactly at 7:00. He looks a little nervous as well. For the first time, Liam seems a