Liam's POV
I had to get out of that room.
If I had stayed even one more second, I would have taken her right there on my desk. Vivian sprawled beneath me, her skin flushed and marked from my belt, trembling with need. The sight of her like that nearly broke every last thread of my self-control.
What shocked me was how she responded. I expected fear, maybe tears, but instead she was drenched with arousal. Every strike of leather against her skin only made her wetter, more desperate for my touch.
When she begged me to let her finish, those breathless pleas nearly undid me completely.
I stormed down to the first floor, pushing through the gym doors and hitting the lights. The punching bag hung in the corner by the mirrors, and I made a straight line for it. No gloves, no warm-up. I never bothered with protection anyway.
Pain wasn't what I was after today. I needed something else, something that would drown out every thought of her.
