When will you accept me?” Liam murmured against my skin. The wonderful feeling only grew as he stepped closer, the thick muscles between our layers of clothing pressing against my back. He dipped his head. I could feel his lips against my ear when he spoke. “When, Sophie? I am tired of fighting with you. I know you want me just as much as I want you. Admit it.” I couldn’t. “Admit it, Sophie!” Liam’s voice went deep when he raised it. Goosebumps prickled my entire body as he whirled me around so that we were face to face. I exhaled softly, hating the dominant position he had over me. Liam wretched my chin up. His eyes were burning with a lustful smolder. “No!” Oh, I would definitely get myself killed tonight. I knew my defiance was angering him further but saying I wanted Liam would mean I was accepting defeat. And I didn’t do that. Love was a game and I was determined to win it.