Liam's POV
"You fabricated a story about me getting intoxicated with you and allowing you to persuade me into releasing her sister? I never lose control like that."
"Perhaps not, but she has no way of knowing that truth, does she?" Mya moved closer, her stare becoming predatory. "Actually, now that I consider it, what does your precious wife truly understand about the man she married? There are countless secrets I could share with her, so many revelations that would shatter her world, but you keep her in complete darkness."
My control snapped before rational thought could intervene. My hand shot forward, wrapping around Mya's slender throat as I forced her backwards against the mahogany desk.
Air rushed from her lungs in a sharp gasp, her manicured fingers clawing desperately at my wrist while my grip constricted around her delicate neck.
