SHE CAN'T BE TAMED

His Threats

Liam's fingers intertwined with Arla's hair, pulling her closer as he stared deeply into her eyes. Her breath quickened, and she gasped as his hands traced along her thighs, sending tingles through her body. Their faces were almost touching when he whispered, his breath hot against her lips, "It all depends on how you act."

Despite her intense feelings, Arla couldn't ignore the unanswered question that weighed heavily on her mind. She took a deep breath and asked, "You still haven't answered my question." Liam's face suddenly grew cold, and he pulled away from her. "Get up," he ordered, his voice hard and commanding.

Confused and startled by his sudden change, Arla stood up slowly visibly annoyed, and didn't leave. Instead, she defiantly asked, "Do you know what happened to me today? Those people locked me in a storeroom... Liam's face remained cold and unreadable as Arla continued, "And as I was trying to tell you..."

But before she could finish, Liam abruptly grabbed her arm, causing her to wince in pain. Ignoring her protests, he dragged her towards an inner room in his study.

Arla struggled to free herself from his grip, but it was no use. Liam was too strong. She pleaded with him to let her go, but he remained silent and determined as he pulled her into the room.

As they entered, Arla's eyes widened in shock at what she saw. "What the hell is this?" Arla exclaimed, fear evident in her voice. Liam locked the door behind her and pulled her further into the room.

"What... what are you doing?" Arla asked, feeling restless and uneasy. Liam stared at her with a chilling intensity, chuckling darkly as he took in her reaction.

"You're a psychopath," Arla declared, moving backwards and trying to distance herself from him. "I married a psychopath," she continued, her voice shaking with fear as she realized the gravity of her situation.

Attempting to flee, Arla discovered that the door was locked. She spun around to face Liam, her eyes pleading for an explanation. "Are you going to turn me into a s*x toy now? What's all this?" she asked, gesturing towards the room.

"Sit," Liam commanded, his voice cold and devoid of emotion.

"No," Arla replied, refusing to comply. "I want you to open this door. Haven't you done enough? Your mother, your mistress, and you! I've not had an ounce of peace ever since I married you! And you've never treated me as a wife; no one respects me in this house!"

Liam sat on a chair in the room, which resembled a playroom filled with various s*x toys, cuffs, and whips of different colors and sizes. He stared at Arla, her dark hair disheveled and her eyes darting back and forth nervously.

"I can give you everything you want, except love," Liam stated. Arla stood still, her eyes fixed on him as he continued. "Don't expect me to treat you like a loving husband. Of course, I'll fulfill my duties and make you comfortable, but what about your duties? Shouldn't a wife always submit to her husband whenever and wherever he wants?"

Arla glared at him, her voice filled with defiance as she replied, "You have plenty of mistresses for that."

Liam shook his head. "What did you call them?"

"Mistresses," Arla spat, "or would you prefer 's*x tools'?" She paused, her heart pounding in her chest. "Well, you're my wife, and it's you I want, not them."

Arla's heart skipped a beat at his words, but she maintained her stubborn resolve. "That's precisely why I should be respected and not treated this way."

Liam folded his arms and stood up, his gaze locked on hers. "I don't like repeating myself, princess." He moved closer, his voice low and seductive as he proposed, "Why don't we make a deal?"

"What deal?" Arla asked, her eyes never leaving his.

"Submit to me whenever and wherever I want," Liam said, "and I'll give you whatever you want, except love and leaving Vivian."

Arla's head snapped up at his last statement, her eyes blazing with defiance. "Does your beloved mistresses know how you're begging for s*x right now? Guess they aren't competent enough, including your precious Vivian," she mocked.

Liam's face grew cold, his expression hardening as he glared at her.

"I don't beg, Arla," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I'm offering you a chance to have everything you want, except for my love and leaving Vivian."

Arla's eyes narrowed, her voice laced with bitterness as she retorted, "How can I have everything I want when you're denying me the very thing I desire most? Love and respect, Liam. That's what I want. But you're incapable of giving me either."

Liam's jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "I've never claimed to be capable of love," he admitted, his voice strained. "But I can give you comfort, security, and anything else you might desire. Isn't that enough?"

Arla shook her head, "No, Liam," she whispered. "It's not enough. I can't live a life without love or respect. And I won't submit to your desires without receiving any in return."

Liam's expression hardened, his eyes turning cold and emotionless. "Then it seems we're at an impasse," he stated. "You're my wife, Arla. I expect you to fulfill your duties as such. But if you refuse, there will be consequences."

Arla scoffed, and said "What consequences?" Liam took a step closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Don't test me, Arla. You won't like the results.

Arla stepped forward, meeting Liam's gaze with unwavering determination. "Do I look like I care?" she challenged. Liam stared back at her, his annoyance at her stubbornness evident in his eyes.

"I've told you before, I don't like disobedient girls," Liam growled, grabbing her wrist tightly and causing her to wince in pain.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Arla demanded as Liam pulled her towards a cuff and secured her hand to a bar in the room. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked, her annoyance palpable.

Liam moved closer, his voice low and dangerous as he said, "You're leaving this room only when you accept my deal. Until then, you'll rot here, and if you don't decide in time, I'll have them come to pick up your decomposed body." His glare intensified. "No food, no water until you accept."

He gripped her face and turned it to the side, then pointed to a bell. "Ring it when you decide, and don't dare toy with me," he warned, his eyes narrowing.

Liam's gaze lingered on Arla's partially exposed cleavage as her dress slipped off her shoulder, and then settled on her full, inviting lips. He patted them gently before forcefully pressing a kiss to them, leaving Arla breathless.

Without another word, Liam turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him, leaving Arla alone and shackled in the dimly lit chamber.