You are mine, principessa... only mine."
His raspy voice wrapped around her like fire .
She felt his grip tighten on her waist, and a shiver ran down her spine. Heart hampering, Marine swallowed hard, torn between fear, anger and... something she didn't dare name.
She finally struggled, trying to break free from his hold. But his grip only tightened.
"Let go of me, Liam!" She shouted, her voice shaky, her heart racing.
He leaned close, a dark chuckle leaving his lips as he brushed them against her neck, whispering against her skin. A shiver ran down her spine as his hot breath grazed her, and she breathed shakily.
"How dare you principessa... how dare you let that bastard touch you, huh!?" he hissed, fury lacing every word.
marine straightened her shoulders, trying to steady her voice. "you can't control me! He is my friend and he just grabbed my wrist! I am not some fragile thing you can claim with your anger! You are no one to me... You dont get to order me around, Liam Alessandro Romano!"
As her words sank in, his eyes darkened completely, a dangerous shadow swallowing the last bit of restraint he had left. His chest rose sharply, his entire body trembling with a fury so sharp it seemed to thicken the air around them.
His grip on her waist tightened---not painfully, but firm enough to make her breath stumble, a reminder that she was trapped in between his arms and his obsession.
He leaned in slowly, brushing his face against the warm curve of her neck. A low, animalistic growl escaped him, vibrating against her skin, sending helpless shiver down her spine.
"Dont fucking say that , principessa..."he murmured, voice thick with possessive rage. "you are mine. Only mine."
His lips grazed her neck, his breath hot and uneven.
"And if i ever see another hand on you" he whispered darkly " I swear, principessa...I will lock you in a cage."
He didn't stop there; his voice dropped even lower, colder.
"I'll cut those hands that touch you...forget touching---if anyone even look at you with their dirty gaze, I'll gouge their eyes out".
His fingers curled tighter around her waist as he breathed against her ear.
"Your body... your soul... every last piece of you belongs to me. Only me."
He pulled her even closer, his voice a deadly promise.
"I---Liam Alessandro Romano---own you, marina Elisabetta Rossi. Set that in your brain principessa---the faster you do, the better for you... or I'll show you exactly how I can make you... and trust me, you wouldn't want me to."
His voice dropped, deep and rasped, as he traced his lips along her ear before biting her earlobe.
A hiss escaped her lips, making him internally groan. She flinched slightly in his arms but didn't dare utter a word. Her heart pounded as if it would tear out of her chest. The lump in her throat grew heavier with each passing second. she had been holding her breath the entire time---her whole body shivering as his words slithered into her ear. She couldn't move. She didn't dare speak. She knew he was dangerous... but wasn't him she feared most. It was his anger.
But then---
He inhaled her sweet scent, resting his face in the crook of her neck as he pulled her tightly against him. Slowly, almost without even realizing it, his anger slipped... fading out of him like smoke.
Damn it.
He hated it.
How she could affect him this easily.
How her scent, her warmth, her very presence against him calmed something wild inside him.
He ridiculously loved the way she felt pressed to him, and it infuriated him just as much.
For a long beat, they stayed like that---his breaths warm on her skin, her pulse hammering beneath his lips.
Then, in a soft, quite whisper he murmured,
"cat got your tounge, principessa?".
She froze, stunned by the sudden gentleness in his tone---the softness she wasn't prepared for.
But she swallowed hard, forcing her voice steady.
"Dont think you've won Liam... not yet. I won't let you... and about having me... keep dreaming about it..."
Oh, her tounge---always betraying her at the worst moments.
His eyes gleam with amusement... and something darker. He chuckled against her skin.
"Oh? I would love to see you try, principessa.
You and me... we both know very well...in the end I will have you anyway."
He smirked, snuggling his face deeper into the crook of her neck as she stood there trembling---this time not just from fear, but from rage bubbling so fiercely she could barely keep it contained.
He turned her around and pressed her against the wall, trapping her within his arms once again. His body molded against hers---How perfect it felt to him---as his eyes locked into hers. Those dark ocean orbs, laced with innocence, glaring at him... he could loose himself in them forever. Then, irresistibly, his gaze drifted to her soft, trembling lips, and a low, hungry pull twisted in his chest.
Controlling every thought---to suck, bite, and kiss those lips until they bled--He knew that if he give in, he wouldn't be able to stop. Slowly, he detached his body from hers. The warmth slipping away left her slightly disappointed, but he lingered for a heartbeat longer, his hungry eyes drinking her in one last time. Then, with a final, lingering glance, he turned and walked away, leaving a shiver in his wake.
As he walked away, leaving her there, she remained frozen, finally taking a deep, shaky breath. Still standing in that position, a pang of disappointment--and irritation---washed over her. she let out a scoff of disbelief and snapped,
"Liam! You jerk ! I swear I'll kill you someday---aghh bastard!"
The door haven't even fully closed when she flopped on her bed, grabbing the nearest pillow and punching it furiously.
"Bloody bastard!!"
Each hit grew weaker as her breaths turned heavier, her anger pouring out of her like steam.
Finally, drained and exuasted, she collapsed back on the bed, chest rising and falling rapidly.
The poor pillow had taken all her rage... and honestly, she felt a little better because of it.
Just then, a message popped in her phone. She groaned and reached for it on the side table.
"Exhuasted, principessa? want me to send some men for you to vent your frustration on? oh, and I have a little surprise for you too, principessa..."
She starred at the message, a shiver ran down her spine. "How the fuck does he know everything I do?" . Her fingers trembled as she put her phone down, heart still racing.
A sudden, sharp fear seized her chest, twisting her stomach as anticipation mingled with dread. surprises from him... were dangerous just like him.
what was the surprise he had prepared for her? only if she knew what awaited her.