Vivian's POV
Fear and anticipation coursed through my veins as I faced the reality of what was about to happen. Liam was going to punish me with his belt. The expensive leather that usually held up his perfectly tailored pants would soon be marking my skin.
My pulse hammered against my throat as I slowly turned around and leaned over his desk, pressing my face against the smooth, cool surface.
The air between us grew heavy with unspoken tension. I closed my eyes and waited for him to break the silence. To say something. Anything.
He couldn't possibly be pleased that I was doing this to protect Ryan. Like I had no choice in the matter.
But that wasn't entirely true. Deep down, I craved this. The evidence was already pooling between my legs, a slick reminder of how much I wanted his dominance.
His throat cleared, and when he finally spoke, his voice carried a rough edge that made my skin tingle. "Pull your underwear down. Slowly."
