Alicia's POV
I spent the entire day with a knot in my stomach.
Work at KnightCorp blurred into nothing, each meeting, each task, each forced smile nothing more than a flimsy mask. The only thing I could think about was tonight. The way Liam's voice had curled against my ear that morning, soft, devastating, absolute.
"Tonight, you'll see what it really means to belong to me."
Those words haunted me.
Every time I looked at the clock, my body reacted with equal parts dread and heat. I didn't know what he planned, only that it would push me further. And God help me, I wanted it.
By the time I stepped back into his penthouse, the city glittering behind me, I was trembling. Not from cold, my skin burned, from anticipation. The heavy doors clicked shut, sealing me inside with him.
He was waiting.
Liam leaned against the glass wall, the skyline a halo of steel and neon behind him. Black shirt, sleeves rolled up, collar loose casual but lethal. His gaze swept over me slowly, like a man inspecting his prize, and the heat in his eyes made my knees weak.
"You came back," he said, voice low, deliberate.
"As if I had a choice," I whispered, hating the way my voice trembled.
His smirk was sharp, predatory. "That's the point, Alicia. You don't."
My bag slipped from my shoulder. I swallowed hard. He stalked forward, each step measured, until the air between us seemed to crackle. His hand brushed my jaw, tilting my head back until I had no choice but to meet those steel-gray eyes.
"Strip."
The command was silk wrapped around steel. My stomach twisted. "Liam"
"Now."
My fingers shook as I obeyed, sliding out of my blazer, unbuttoning my blouse, each movement deliberate torture. His gaze never left me, and with every inch of skin revealed, I felt his power tighten around me like a vice. By the time the fabric pooled at my feet, I was in nothing but lace and bare nerves.
He circled me once, slow, his breath grazing my shoulder as his fingers traced the line of my spine. "Exquisite," he murmured. "Do you know why I brought you here again, Alicia?"
My voice was barely a whisper. "Because you wanted me."
"No." His lips brushed the shell of my ear. "Because you need me. And tonight, I'll prove it."
What? So he doesn't need me??? What a denial and liar.
Before I could protest, his mouth was on mine hard, claiming, devastating. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me flush against him, and all I could do was melt into the fire. My body betrayed me, arching into his touch, I was hungry for him, despite the fear clawing at my chest.
He didn't let me linger. One second, I was in his arms. The next, he had me pinned against the glass, the city sprawled in lights behind us, my reflection a trembling ghost.
"Look," he growled lightly, forcing my gaze to the window. "See how they all move down there? Clueless. While up here, you're mine. Utterly mine."
The word mine shattered something inside me.
His mouth trailed down my throat, biting, marking, claiming. His hands slid over my lace, tearing it away with ruthless efficiency until I was bare, vulnerable, open to the night sky and to him. My body burned, my pulse wild.
When his fingers dipped lower, testing, teasing, I gasped. "Liam please"
His answering growl vibrated against my skin. "Beg louder. I want the city to hear."
And God help me, I did.
He started kissing me and rubbing my clits in a way, I couldn't think straight again, then he went on knees, resting my thighs on his shoulders, while my back is still resting on the glass wall, he started sucking me down there, using his teeth to grit my clits.
After some minutes he started fingering, he was gentle at first with two fingers, but then he began getting rough, he inserted the third finger and was slamming hard, was feeling pains, but heaven knows i was also enjoying it.
Liam's POV
She was breaking beautifully.
Every gasp, every tremble, every of her stifled moan is a music to my ears. Alicia thought she was resisting, but she was already mine. Her body betrayed her faster than her lips ever could.
When I pressed her against the glass, I saw her reflection: flushed, wild-eyed, her chest heaving with need she couldn't hide. She didn't see what I saw, the woman unraveling, surrendering thread by thread.
Good.
I dragged my teeth down her neck, leaving fresh marks over the ones from last night. "They'll fade," I murmured against her skin, "but you'll always remember who put them there."
Her nails clawed at my arms, half in protest, half in desperate need. The duality made me smirk. She still thought she had a choice.
I slid my hand lower, between her thighs, and felt her melt. A low, strangled sound escaped her throat, one she tried to bite back. I chuckled darkly. "There it is. The sound I've been waiting for all day."
Her head dropped back against the glass, eyes fluttering shut. I slapped her cheek lightly, not to hurt, but to pull her back. "No, sweetheart. Eyes open. I want you watching yourself fall apart."
Her breath hitched, but she obeyed. God, I loved her obedience, the way it clashed with her fire, how she hated giving in but couldn't stop.
"You'll keep coming back," I said, my voice low, steady, inevitable. "No matter how hard you fight, no matter how much you deny it. Because no one else will ever touch you the way I do. No one else will ever own you like this."
Her lips parted, a broken whisper escaping: "Liam…"
That was enough. Enough to feed the hunger I'd been holding all day.
I lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist, her nails digging into my shoulders as if she could anchor herself. The city sprawled beneath us, indifferent, but here, up here, she was mine in every sense of the word.
When I finally took her, it wasn't gentle. It was possession made flesh, power and pleasure colliding until she was crying out against the glass. Each sound, each shudder only confirmed what I already knew.
By the time she collapsed against me, trembling and undone, I didn't let go. I held her tighter, caging her against my chest, lips brushing her ear.
"Remember this, Alicia. Every time you breathe, every time you dream, remember you belong to me."
And in the silence that followed, with the city lights burning below and her body trembling in my arms, I knew she finally believed it.