Chapter 8: The Taste of Surrender
250 Words
Ella’s breath came uneven as Liam’s fingers curled around the back of her neck, his touch firm but not forceful.
Her heart pounded.
Every inch of her was on high alert, yet she didn’t pull away.
She should have.
She didn’t.
Liam’s gaze flickered to her lips, his expression unreadable—except for the unmistakable hunger simmering beneath the surface.
She licked her lips. A mistake.
His grip tightened just slightly, his thumb grazing the rapid pulse at her throat.
“You want this,” he murmured, his voice rich, slow, dangerous.
Ella’s fingers twitched at her sides, nails pressing into her palm. “You’re arrogant.”
Liam chuckled, his lips curving into something devastating. “Only when I’m right.”
Her skin burned where he touched her, a silent war raging inside her. She could still walk away—could still pretend this wasn’t happening.
But then Liam’s hand slid lower, fingers trailing down the column of her throat, his thumb brushing the hollow between her collarbones.
A gasp escaped her.
Liam exhaled sharply, his control fraying at the edges.
“Say the word, Ella,” he murmured, his voice like velvet against her skin. “And I’ll stop.”
Ella’s lips parted. The word was right there.
But she couldn’t say it.
Instead, she lifted her chin, closing the distance between them.
A silent invitation.
Liam didn’t hesitate.
He crushed his lips to hers, swallowing the last of her resistance.
And just like that—
She stopped fighting.
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