The cold press of the counter against my chest burned deeper than the heat in my skin.
My gown was still bunched around my waist, and I could barely catch my breath. My gasps—meant to be protests—sounded too much like moans, and that only fed him. His body leaned over mine, caging me in completely.
“Give me one good reason why you're resisting me,” Liam growled, his voice low and sharp at my ear. His chest was firm against my back, his hips locked against me.
But he didn’t wait for a reply.
One of his hands yanked my panties down, the other tangled in my hair, forcing my head up to look at the mirror.
I saw my face—red, ruined, mascara smudged, lips parted. I didn’t even recognize myself anymore.
“Why are you taunting me, Liam?” I breathed, my voice weak, cracking in the middle of a
