scarlette~~~~~~~~~
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Liam… please…” I whispered, the words barely making it out around the folded paper in my mouth. My voice cracked. My chin trembled. His hand was still tight on the back of my neck, and I was starting to drool—humiliation burning up my throat.
“Scarlette,” he murmured, voice laced with dark amusement, “you and I both know that if I let you do whatever you want… I’d lose. And I don’t take a loss. I have a fragile heart, remember?” He tapped his chest with mock drama, groaning like it pained him.
I wanted to scream.
But then—the door creaked.
My body froze. I panicked. My eyes darted wildly to the door as I shakily pointed toward it. My heart was racing like it wanted out of my chest.
Liam didn’t even flinch.
Instead, he calmly pulled the paper from my
