Scsrlette's~~~~~~
“Scarlette…” Liam growled, voice low and threatening, his breath grazing the back of my neck.
My chest slammed against the car, his grip on my wrists tight and unyielding. I twisted and struggled, anger boiling in me, but my body betrayed me—heat pooling between my legs, my skin flushing under his touch. Every shove, every brush of his fingers was like fire and poison, sparking something I wanted to hate but couldn’t ignore.
“If you try to ruin their wedding,” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear, “and you fail… then you accept my flowers… and you’ll be mine. Forever.”
“What kind of—” I choked, twisting harder in his hold, but he yanked me back into place.
“If I succeed,” I spat out, trying to breathe, “you’re going to stay away from me, right? Be gone. Because the
