Liam's Pov
The city was still alive outside the glass walls of my penthouse, but inside, She was back on my bed and the only sound was her breathing…..uneven, shallow, the sound of a woman who had been ruined and remade in my bed. We continue from where we left it, last night, because i couldn't get enough of her.
All through today, I couldn't get over the love making, i kept remembering it.
Alicia lay beside me, sheets tangled around her curves, hair spilling across the pillows like a dark halo. Her lips were swollen from my kisses, her skin flushed from my touch, her body still trembling faintly from the way I'd taken her.
And I couldn't stop staring.
I had fucked countless women. Models. Heiresses. Women who thought they knew what it meant to be with me. But none of them lingered. None of them clung to my skin, to my mind, the way this woman did. She was special.
Alicia Blake. My employee, My temptation and My undoing.
I reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open, heavy with exhaustion and something darker, something that looked too much like surrender.
"Don't look at me like that," she whispered, voice raw.
"Like what?" I murmured, though I knew.
"Like you own me."
A smirk tugged at my lips. "That's because I do."
She groaned, rolling onto her back, glaring at the ceiling as though it might rescue her. "You're impossible."
"And you're addicted," I countered, shifting over her, pinning her with my weight. Her breath hitched when my cock pressed against her thigh, already hard again.
Her eyes widened. "Liam"
"You thought one night would be enough?" I whispered against her throat, my lips trailing fire along her skin. I told you, the night before is a restraint. "You thought I'd let you walk away after this?"
Her hands pushed weakly against my chest. "We shouldn't"
"We already did, for the second time" I growled, catching her wrists, pinning them above her head. "And we're going to do it again and again. Until you stop lying to yourself."
I kissed her before she could argue, devouring her mouth, claiming her all over again. She whimpered against me, her resistance melting as my tongue slid against hers, as my teeth nipped her lip.
Her legs parted instinctively, and I groaned, grinding into her, feeling how wet she already was for me.
"You see?" I whispered, breaking the kiss, breathing hard. "Your body belongs to me, even when your pride fights it."
Her eyes shone with defiance. "And what about you?"
"What about me?"
"Do you belong to me too?"
The question hit harder than it should have. For a moment, I froze, staring down at her. No one had ever asked me that. No one had dared.
But Alicia wasn't like anyone else.
I tightened my grip on her wrists, lowering my mouth to her ear. "You don't get to own me, Alicia. But you… you get closer than anyone ever has."
Her breath shuddered, and that was enough. Enough to break me again.
I thrust into her in one smooth, brutal motion, swallowing her cry with my mouth. Her body clenched around me, hot and wet, pulling me deeper. I growled against her lips, setting a pace that was merciless, claiming her with every stroke.
Her hands strained against my hold, but her moans betrayed her. She arched beneath me, meeting every thrust, her body giving me everything even as her pride tried to fight.
"Say it," I demanded between kisses. "Say you're mine."
"No," she gasped, shaking her head, though her nails clawed at my arms, urging me faster.
I slammed deeper, making her cry out. "Say it."
"Liam"
"Say it."
"Yes!" she finally screamed, body shattering around me, orgasm ripping through her. "Yes, I'm yours!"
The sound broke something in me. I lost control, fucking her harder, faster, chasing the high of her surrender. Her walls gripped me like a vice, and with a roar I came inside her, filling her, claiming her again in the only way that mattered.
I collapsed beside her, dragging her against my chest. Her body trembled, her skin damp with sweat, her breaths uneven.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke. The only sound was the city outside, a million lives moving forward while ours had stopped, locked in this dangerous, twisted moment.
She finally whispered, "What happens now?" For the second time.
I stared at the ceiling, jaw tight. What happened now was chaos. She was mine, and I couldn't let her go, no matter the consequences.
I kissed her hair, murmuring against her skin. "Now? Now you learn what it means to belong to me."
And silently, I admitted what I would never tell her aloud.
That maybe… just maybe… I belonged to her too and i love her too.
She get dressed and i dropped her off at her place.
Alicia's Pov: The Taste That Lingers
Morning light had no mercy.
It sliced through my curtains like a blade, too bright, too honest. I pressed the pillow harder over my face, as if smothering myself could erase the images playing in my mind on a cruel loop. His hand pinning me to the wall. His voice in my ear, low and dangerous. The way he had stopped abruptly, leaving me raw, aching, suspended between heaven and hell.
I could still smell him on my skin.
Cedar. Smoke. Expensive sin.
I hated myself for wanting it back.
Dragging myself out of bed felt like crawling across broken glass. Every step toward the shower was heavy with questions I didn't have answers to. What did last night mean? Did it mean anything at all? Was I just another toy he enjoyed dangling on a string?
By the time the hot water cascaded over me, washing away the traces of him, my chest was burning. I scrubbed harder than necessary, but the heat between my thighs betrayed me, my memory was more stubborn than soap. I gripped the tile, hissing at myself.
"Get it together, Alicia. He's your boss."
And yet… he wasn't just my boss. He is the man i had crush on for the past seven years and am starting to love him. He is Liam Knight.
The man who could make or break me with a look. The man who had already broken something in me by awakening a hunger I'd buried under years of caution.
After coming out of bathroom, my roommate scared the hell out of me. She was standing by a pillar, staring at me with a questioning look.
I asked her what happened, why is she looking at me like that???
She said, "she notice that have been zoom out alot lately and I wasn't home 2 night ago and i came back late last night, also dropped by a luxurious car.
Her eyes were scrutinizing me for a gist, i had to tell her am late for work, will give her gist later today.
How do i explain to her that, my seven years crush and the man i lost my virginity to is my boss and have been fucking him again.
When I finally walked into KnightCorp, the air felt heavier, like the building itself knew my secret. My heels clicked against the marble lobby floor, too loud, too telling. The receptionist greeted me with her usual smile, but my paranoia twisted it into a smirk.
Did she know?
Did they all know?
By the time I reached my floor, I was sweating beneath my blazer. My desk looked exactly the same as yesterday, but I didn't. I couldn't. My skin buzzed, my body remembered too much. I slid into my chair and tried to lose myself in emails.
It lasted three minutes.
"Miss Blake."
That voice. Smooth, commanding, too close. My head snapped up. Liam stood over my desk, perfectly composed in his dark suit, the very picture of control. His eyes—those wicked eyes—flicked once to my lips before settling on mine. The entire office could have been staring, and I still wouldn't have noticed.
"Come with me."
It wasn't a request.
I rose, trying not to wobble, trying not to feel like the air between us carried last night's ghost. My heart hammered so loud I was sure the interns nearby could hear it.
He led me into his office. Closed the door. The lock clicked.
The same office where he had nearly unraveled me days ago.
I swallowed, waiting for the storm.
Instead, he leaned against his desk, arms folded, eyes scanning me like a book only he was allowed to read. "You handled the meeting notes well yesterday. Impressive, considering I didn't give you warning."
I blinked. Praise? From Liam? My throat felt dry. "Thank you, sir."
"Don't thank me." His tone dropped an octave, silken steel. "Prove it wasn't a fluke."
He handed me a file. I took it, my fingers brushing his, electricity sparking straight to my chest.
"Summarize this acquisition proposal. Deliver it by three o'clock. If you fail…" His smirk deepened. "…I'll make sure failure isn't the only thing you remember."
My stomach knotted. Was that a threat? A promise? Both?
"Yes, sir."
He leaned in slightly, close enough that his cologne licked at my senses, close enough that memory became unbearable. "Good girl," he whispered.
My knees nearly gave way.
The rest of the morning was war.
Every time I tried to focus on the file, my mind dragged me back to his words. Good girl. My thighs clenched under the desk involuntarily, shame burning my cheeks.
What was happening to me?
Around noon, a delivery arrived. A tall man in a suit dropped a black box on my desk. No card. No explanation. Inside was a silk blouse….. midnight blue, soft as water against my fingers.
And a note.
'Wear this tonight. Penthouse. 8 p.m. Do not be late'.
No signature. But it didn't need one.
My pulse skipped wildly. Tonight? Again?
I should have said no.
I should have marched into his office, thrown the box back at him, and demanded to be treated like a professional.
But the blouse was already in my bag before I realized it.
By the time three o'clock rolled around, I was a mess of nerves. I delivered the summary file into his office, careful to keep my distance. He skimmed the pages, silent. Every second stretched like torture.
Finally, he set it down and looked up.
"Efficient," he said simply.
Relief flooded me.
Then he added, "You'll need to be more than efficient if you want to survive here."
My lips parted, but no sound came out. His gaze lingered on me for one beat too long, like he was peeling away the last of my defenses.
"Eight o'clock," he reminded softly.
Dismissed.
I don't know how I made it through the rest of the day. Time blurred until I was standing outside his penthouse door again, my heart battering my ribs. The silk blouse clung to me like a secret, paired with a skirt shorter than I'd usually dare.
I knocked once. The door opened almost instantly.
And there he was.
No suit. No tie. Just Liam, shirt unbuttoned at the throat, sleeves rolled up, like sin made casual.
His eyes slid over me slowly, deliberately. Possessively.
"Good girl," he murmured again, and my body betrayed me with a shiver.
The door clicked shut behind me, sealing my fate.