~~Scarlette~~
I wanted Liam.
All of him. His rage. His c**k. His body pounding into mine until I couldn’t breathe his name without choking on it.
He scooped me off the vanity and carried me to the bed.
I laid flat, heart pounding, eyes locked on his. He stood at the edge, naked, hard, smirking like the devil himself.
“Why are you still standing there?” I whispered, my voice trembling with need.
It felt like my body was begging louder than my voice could. Every nerve inside me screamed for him. To f**k me. To ruin me. Just like he said he would.
He tilted his head slightly, that smug look not leaving his face. “You’re pregnant…” he said roughly. “And I—I don’t know how to be gentle. I hate that I’m even saying this… but I can’t. I can’t be soft with you, Scarlette.”
“I didn’t ask yo
