The dim glow of city lights spilled through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the room.
The faint hum of nightlife outside was distant, muted—irrelevant to the world inside these walls.
Because in here, there was only them.
Liam lounged on the leather couch, his dark eyes sharp, trailing Mei Mei as she moved about the room. Her silk robe slid dangerously off one shoulder, teasing glimpses of bare skin with every step, her long legs moving with effortless grace. But there was something else beneath that elegance—submission, like an invisible leash he'd wrapped around her soul years ago.
She paused, sensing his gaze. Their eyes met, heat sparking in the charged silence.
"Are you staring because you're in love," She teased with a sly smile, "or because you're thinking about bending me over again?"
Liam's grin was slow, predatory. He didn't answer with words.
Instead, he stood.
One fluid motion.
Before she could take another breath, he was in front of her, hands gripping her thighs as he lifted her effortlessly, tossing her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.
"Liam!" She squealed, half laughing, half breathless.
Smack!
His palm landed sharply on her ass, the sound echoing through the room—crack!—followed by her soft, breathy moan.
"Didn't I tell you to watch your mouth?" His voice was low, like a growl wrapped in silk.
She squirmed, more out of excitement than protest. "You love it when I talk back."
Another sharp spank.
"I love breaking you all over again," He whispered, his fingers digging into her soft skin, leaving invisible marks she'd feel for hours.
He carried her through the apartment, his grip possessive, fingers trailing along the curve of her thigh.
When they reached the bathroom, he kicked the door shut behind them—thud!—the sound sealing them in their private world.
The room was warm, steam curling from the shower Liam had left running earlier, mist clouding the mirrors. The soft glow from the overhead light painted their reflections in gold and shadow.
He set her down roughly on the marble counter, his hands never leaving her. His fingers traced up her thighs, spreading them slightly as he stepped between them, his body a wall she couldn't—and didn't want to—escape.
Mei Mei's breath hitched, but her smirk didn't fade.
"So aggressive tonight," She whispered, eyes dark with challenge.
Liam leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath hot. "You like it when I'm aggressive."
He didn't give her time to respond.
Smack!
Another slap to her thigh, sharp and deliberate, pulled a soft gasp from her lips.
"Liam—" She started, but he gripped her chin, tilting her face to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, filled with that dangerous, intoxicating dominance she craved.
His lips crashed onto hers—rough, claiming, like he was reminding her with every movement. Their kiss was a battle she had no interest in winning. She thrived in defeat, in surrender, because Liam didn't just own her body.
He owned her everything.
When he finally pulled back, they were both breathless. His hand trailed down, slipping beneath the silk of her robe, fingers brushing overheated skin.
"You're already wet," He whispered against her neck, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
Mei Mei bit her lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a verbal reply. But her body betrayed her—arching into his touch, craving more.
"Say it," He ordered, his fingers still teasing.
She groaned, frustrated and needy.
"I belong to you," She whispered.
Liam's grin returned—dark, triumphant.
Smack!
Another spank, this one harder, the sting making her gasp, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"Louder."
Her breath came out shaky, but she met his gaze, her voice stronger this time. "I belong to you."
"Good girl."
His words were a reward and a curse, making her heart race and her body ache.
Without another word, he lifted her again, pressing her back against the cool tile wall of the shower. The water cascaded over them, hot and slick, mingling with the heat already burning between them.
His lips found her neck, biting, claiming, marking her in ways no one else ever could.
And Mei Mei?
She was a bundle of mess, groaning and moaning in delight...
The bathroom was a haze of steam and heat, the sound of water cascading from the showerhead—a constant hiss—mixing with the ragged breaths and soft, sinful moans that filled the space.
The warm droplets traced down their tangled bodies, slicking skin against skin, amplifying every touch, every gasp, every desperate movement.
Mei Mei was a beautiful mess.
"Ahh… Liam…"
Her head tilted back, lips parted in a breathy moan, her voice raw with need. Her fingers tangled in his hair, clutching it like an anchor, pulling him closer, closer, like she wanted to fuse them together, to erase any space between them.
Liam growled—a low, primal sound vibrating against her skin, his control hanging by a thread. The way her body glistened under the hot spray, every curve and contour accentuated, slick and shining—it was like she'd been carved just for him.
Smack!
His hand landed hard on her thigh, the sharp sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing off the tiled walls. She gasped, the sting only fueling the fire burning inside her, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Her breath hitched as he gripped her hips, lifting her effortlessly, and pressing her back against the cold, slick tiles. The contrast of hot water and the chilled surface made her shiver—but it wasn't from the cold.
"You're mine," Liam growled, his voice thick with hunger, his lips trailing down her neck, nipping, biting—marking. His teeth grazed her collarbone before he bit down, hard enough to make her gasp again, a sound between a moan and a plea.
"Say it," He demanded, his breath hot against her wet skin, his fingers digging into her thighs, leaving bruises she'd wear like trophies.
Mei Mei's head lolled back, her chest heaving, droplets sliding down her body, tracing the curve of her breasts, her stomach, and her trembling thighs.
"I'm yours," She gasped, her voice a breathy, broken whisper. "Only yours."
Liam's grin was dark, feral, victorious.
Smack~!
Another sharp spank, the sound swallowed by the rush of water but felt deep in her core. She whimpered, her body arching into his touch, desperate for more, for everything.
He pressed his forehead to hers, their noses almost touching, their breaths mingling—hot, ragged, needy. His hand snaked around her throat, not tight, just enough to feel his dominance, the unspoken power he held over her.
"Good girl," He whispered, voice dripping with dark satisfaction.
"Mmm…"
Her body responded to those words like magic, a soft, needy moan slipping past her lips, her hips grinding against him instinctively.
The sound of their skin slapping together, wet and heated—slick, sharp, sinful—filled the bathroom, drowning out everything else. The world outside didn't exist.
His lips crashed onto hers again, claiming her mouth like he'd claimed her soul. Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer, her fingers tugging at his soaked hair.
"Liam," She gasped against his lips, her voice trembling, "I—"
Smack~!
Another slap, this time to her ass, making her cry out, the sting shooting straight to her core.
"You don't need words," He growled, his eyes dark, wild. "Just feel."
And she did.
Oh, she felt everything.
The heat. The sting. The pleasure. The pain. The overwhelming, all-consuming belonging.
Because Liam hadn't just tamed her.
He'd ruined her.
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The titles of the next three chapters! (🔥Spoiler🔥)
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Chapter 76: Tainted Devotion (2)
Chapter 77: A Devoted Vow
Chapter 78: A Sudden Omen
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