Alicia's POV
When I woke, the world felt different.
The velvet couch still held the imprint of my body, my skin slick with sweat, my thighs trembling from what he had done to me all night. The dim lights of the private room still glowed low, flickering shadows across the ceiling.
And him.
Liam Knight sat across from me, shirt half-unbuttoned, sleeves rolled, tie discarded. A glass of whiskey in one hand, his dark eyes locked on me as if he hadn't blinked in hours. Watching, Studying and Claiming.
The air between us was suffocating. Heavy, Charged.
I tried to pull the torn remnants of my skirt down my thighs, cover myself, hide what he had taken from me so brutally. But the smirk tugging at his lips made my shame sharper.
"You look beautiful like this," he said, voice low, rasping. "Ruined. Mine."
My heart stuttered. "You…..you can't just..."
"Can't?" He set the glass down with a sharp clink and rose, his presence towering. In two strides, he was over me, hand gripping my chin, forcing my gaze up to his.
"Tell me, Alicia," he whispered, dangerously close. "What part of last night felt like I couldn't? Should i help you remember, how last night went?"
Heat flooded me, humiliation and desire colliding. His fingers pressed into my jaw, his thumb tracing my trembling lip.
"You begged," he continued, voice velvet over steel. "You screamed my name until you couldn't speak. Don't insult us both by pretending you didn't love every second."
Tears burned behind my eyes, but not from pain. From the terrifying truth of his words and how shameless i was.
"I…" My voice broke. "I don't know who I am when I'm with you."
His eyes softened...no, darkened. "You're exactly who you're meant to be, whenever you're with me."
He sat on the couch, then his lips crushed mine again, stealing my protest, his hands sliding down, dragging me onto his lap. My legs straddled him before I realized what I was doing, my body betraying me with eager surrender. I caused under my breath for always loosing myself at any slight body touch.
The taste of whiskey lingered on his tongue, burning, intoxicating. His grip bruised my hips as he keep grounding me against the hard evidence of his arousal. His dick was so hard, you will think he was hiding a knife in between his legs.
"You think last night was me taking you?" he growled against my mouth. "No, Alicia. That was just the beginning."
I looked at him shocked!
The beginning again?
He has said "it's just the beginning so many times, that i don't remember the number of time again"
And before I could breathe, he turned me, bent me over the couch, his hand pressing the small of my back. My skirt rode up, lace already torn, leaving me exposed.
"Liam!"
The sharp sound of fabric tearing filled the room. My blouse, ripped open. My bra, discarded. My body, bared.
Then he was inside me again, deeper, harder, without warning. A brutal invasion that stole my breath and sent me spiraling.
My scream echoed in the private room, but he silenced it with his hand in my hair, tugging, holding, claiming.
"You're mine," he groaned, each thrust harder than the last. "Every Fucking Inch."
And God help me, I wanted it. I wanted him. Even as my body burned, even as my mind screamed at the loss of control, my soul drowned in the intoxication of Liam Knight.
Because he wasn't just breaking me.
He was rebuilding me into something else. Something dangerous.
Something his.
And i don't think i can leave him for another man, because he has destroyed me for another man to use.
I don't even think any man can satisfy me like he does and am loving every bit of it.
Liam's POV
She was mine now.
Last night had proven it, but tonight sealed it. Alicia Blake couldn't deny it anymore. Her body responded before her mind even dared admit the truth.
She straddled me, she kissed me back, she trembled when I whispered her name. And when I bent her over, taking her again, rougher, raw, her cries told me everything.
She belonged to me and me only.
Not just her body, Her submission, Her surrender.
And yet, something inside me shifted.
As I watched her fall apart in my arms, as I felt her clench around me, as I dragged pleasure and destruction out of her in equal measure, something darker stirred. Something dangerous.
I didn't just want her to belong to me.
I wanted to belong to her, because am so madly in love with her.
The thought unsettled me. No woman had ever reached me like this. Not the models, not the escorts, not the rich heiresses, not the women who paraded themselves at clubs. They were toys. Disposable.
But Alicia…
She was the fire I couldn't extinguish. She keeps burning raw and wild.
I held her tighter, thrust harder, I thrust in her like I'd infuse her into my body, desperate to drown that realization in raw lust. I marked her with my teeth, my nails, my possession. She cried out my name, begged me not to stop, and every sound was fuel to my obsession. I want to imbedded my dick size into her brain, so that, no man can fuck her the way i do, because she is mine.
"You'll never leave me," I growled into her ear. "Do you understand? Never." I slammed into her harder and harder, she couldn't answer at the space, which i was slamming into her pussy.
She whimpered something between protest and plea, but her body answered for her, clutching me, surrendering, giving me everything.
And as I came inside her, I growl like a wolf, shuddering, claiming her in the most primal way, I knew there was no going back.
Alicia Blake wasn't just another conquest.
She was the one I'd destroy the world for.
And if she ever tried to leave me…
I'd burn everything, I mean everything to the ground.
She is my world and now part of me.