~~Scarlette~~
They say when a man’s starving for something—truly starving—his senses shut down. Reason? Gone. Restraint? Dead. All that’s left is the craving… and the fight to satisfy it. Liam was there.
I pushed weakly against his chest, hoping he’d pause—even just for a second.
But that’s when his fist slammed into the headboard, right over my head, making it rattle.
His teeth clenched, eyes wild, breath heavy. He groaned like a beast losing control.
“f**k!” he snapped under his breath, the heat from his body making it impossible to breathe.
My eyes darted to his c**k.
It was straining through his pants—thick, angry, pulsing.
And the way he kept groaning under his breath… low, deep, frustrated… it made my chest tighten.
I watched him.
Then suddenly, he snatched my panties from
