CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
A TWIST OF DESIRE
LIAM’S POV
I sank into the plush leather chair, the room enveloped in dim, muted light. The balm sat on the mahogany table, its scent of lavender and musk wafting subtly. My fingers hovered over the jar, the promise of relief within reach. My mind was a tangled mess of frustration and desire, and as I unscrewed the lid, I could almost feel the tension starting to dissolve.
I had just started to unfasten my belt when the insistent ring of the doorbell sliced through the quiet. My irritation flared immediately. I set the balm aside with a growl and trudged toward the door, each step heavy with annoyance. I yanked the door open and came face-to-face with Elizabeth.
Her presence was an assault on my senses. She wore a ridiculously short, body-hugging gown that left little to the imagination. The V-shaped neckline plunged daringly, revealing half of her breasts. Her hair was tied back in a tight ponytail, emphasizing the boldness of her outfit.
Without a word, I slammed the door shut, my anger surging. But she was quick. Elizabeth slipped past me, her movements frantic as she rushed into the room. I could see the dress clinging to her form, the fabric shifting provocatively as she moved.
“Get out!” I roared, my voice rough and filled with a mix of anger and unfulfilled desire. My irritation with her intrusion only added to the heat that was already simmering inside me.
Elizabeth fell to her knees, her eyes glistening with tears. She clutched at my leg, her fingers trembling. “Please, Liam. Just hear me out,” she begged, her voice cracking with desperation.
I stared down at her, my frustration boiling over. I shoved her away, my movements sharp and impatient. “I told you to leave. I don’t want to hear anything from you.”
Her sobs grew louder, her face a portrait of anguish. “I have to tell you the truth. It’s been haunting me. Please, just listen!”
My resolve wavered as curiosity began to creep in, overshadowing my anger. I crossed my arms and watched her with a wary, guarded interest. “What truth?”
Elizabeth took a shuddering breath, her shoulders trembling. Her voice was barely more than a whisper, as if speaking any louder would shatter her already fragile state. “On that day when my father was supposedly ill… he wasn’t. He was perfectly healthy. And never went home, instead she went to her lover. It was all a carefully spun lie. Alice was sick-sick of the marriage that had been forced upon her, and she was desperate. Desperate enough to involve me in her schemes. She wanted me to frame you.”
I could hardly breathe. Her words struck me like a thunderclap, my mind reeling from the gravity of the revelation. “Alice was having an affair?” The question felt foreign on my tongue, a hollow echo of disbelief. I struggled to process the depth of her confession, my heart pounding against my ribs as I tried to grasp the enormity of her words.
Elizabeth nodded, her eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and sorrow. Tears streamed down her cheeks, leaving streaks of anguish in their wake. “Yes. She wanted to make it look like you had wronged her so she could get her revenge. She came to me with this plan. She told me if I drugged you, you’d fall into my bed. And then, when you were supposedly compromised, she’d have the perfect excuse to accuse you of wrongdoing. I was so in love with you, so hopelessly in love, that I agreed to do it. I thought if I could just be close to you, if you could see me, maybe you’d notice me and…”
Her voice broke, and she had to pause, her sobs shaking her entire frame. She seemed to collapse under the weight of her own remorse, her hands wringing together as if trying to physically undo the past. “I went through with it. I drugged you. I was just following her instructions, thinking that somehow it would lead to something better, that you might actually see me. But after I did it, after you were asleep and vulnerable, she went straight to her lover’s place, pretending to visit her father. She left me alone, with nothing but the aftermath of her deceit.”
Elizabeth’s gaze locked with mine, her eyes pleading, as if begging for a sliver of understanding or mercy. “When she came back, she saw that you had divorced her. And that’s when she decided to abandon the plan. She threw me out, left me with nothing but a heart full of regret and a conscience that has been tearing me apart ever since. I loved you even before you married Alice. I always hoped you’d notice me, that you’d see me for who I really am, beyond all the lies and deceit. I’ve been living with this crushing guilt, and it’s been suffocating me. I love you, Liam. I always have.”
Her tears flowed freely now, her sobs wracking her body. She looked up at me with an expression of raw vulnerability, her eyes brimming with desperation. “Please, I’m begging you. Don’t tell Alice. I confessed because my conscience couldn’t bear the weight of the lies any longer. I needed you to know the truth, even if it means losing you forever.”
I watched her stand up, the dress clinging tightly to her form, revealing a tantalizing hint of her underwear. The sight stirred a dangerous mix of anger and desire within me. I licked my lips, unable to ignore the shifting currents of my emotions. “You said you love me?” My voice was low, edged with something darker.
Elizabeth turned to face me, her expression a fragile mix of hope and fear. “Yes,” she answered, her voice barely a whisper.
A smirk curled at the corners of my mouth, my gaze turning predatory. “Come closer,” I commanded softly. Elizabeth moved toward me, her steps quick but tentative.
“Show me how much you love me, Elizabeth,” I whispered, my voice carrying a dangerous undertone.
Elizabeth’s breath hitched, her eyes wide with apprehension. “How…?” she started to ask, but her question was cut off as I shoved her down onto her knees. She found herself facing me, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation.
“Suck it,” I ordered, my tone leaving no room for argument.
Elizabeth hesitated for a moment, her gaze locked on mine. Then, with a resigned breath, she lowered her head, her hands trembling as she reached for me. She kissed my crotch gently, then began sucking it through my trouser. I let out a growl, her mouth was working wonders on me.
Without warning, I grabbed Elizabeth’s neck, pulling her upward. I pushed her against the wall, grabbing her wrists, pinning them above her head with a firm grip. Her gasp was sharp, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and something else-anticipation. My lips crashed onto hers, and I felt the intensity of her response. I kissed her with a roughness that left her breathless, my mouth claiming hers with a fervor that bordered on desperation. The heat of her body pressed against mine, and the firmness of her curves made me acutely aware of her proximity.
I pulled away just enough to murmur, “You’re mine to deal with Elizabeth”
“I’m yours,” she whispered back, her voice trembling with a blend of fear and excitement.
With a steady hand, I guided her toward the stairs, our bodies close as I maneuvered us carefully. She stumbled slightly, but I ensured my grip was unyielding, directing her to our bedroom. Once inside, I pushed her onto the bed with a force that made her breath hitch, a mix of control and desire in my movements. Standing at the foot of the bed, I looked down at her with a predatory gleam in my eyes.
“Strip,” I commanded, my voice brooking no argument.
Her hands shook as she began to remove her clothes, piece by piece. I watched intently, my gaze darkening with desire as she bared herself to me. When she was finally naked, I shrugged off my jacket and loosened my tie, never breaking eye contact with her.
“On your knees,” I ordered. She complied quickly, the rough carpet pressing against her skin.
I approached her slowly, unbuttoning my shirt with deliberate movements. The sight of my powerful body coming into view seemed to captivate her. When I was finally undressed, my arousal was evident, and I could see her eyes widen in response.
“You like the view?” I teased, my voice laced with satisfaction.
Her eyes were fixed on me, unable to look away despite her apparent discomfort. “Grab it,” I instructed coldly.
Her hands moved slowly, wrapping around me. Her touch was hesitant, and I could feel the heat and pressure of her grip. As she subconsciously began to move her hand, I felt a growl rise in my throat. The pleasure was intense, but I wanted her to learn exactly what I meant by claiming her.
“Who taught you that?” I asked, my voice low and commanding.
She stammered, “W… wh… what?”
Before she could answer, I roughly grabbed her head and, without warning, thrust myself into her mouth. Her head moved to and fro, her gasps and chokes filling the room as I grunted with each thrust. I felt her struggle, a tear slipping down her cheek as she choked. Her discomfort only heightened my need.
I pulled back suddenly, stumbling away as she fell to the floor, gasping for breath. I watched her, my voice soft but edged with danger. “Do you remember what I said earlier?”
She nodded, unable to speak.
“Good,” I said, stepping closer and lifting her chin to meet my gaze. “Because tonight, you’re going to learn exactly what it means to be mine.”
I pushed her back onto the bed, my eyes roving over her body with an intensity that made it clear I was memorizing every inch of her. My hands slid up her sides, leaving a trail of fire in their wake until they cupped her breasts. She gasped, arching into my touch.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, almost to myself, as my thumbs brushed over her nipples. I noticed her attempt to stifle a moan, and a small, triumphant smile curved my lips.
“Don’t hold back,” I commanded, pinching her nipples between my fingers. “I want to hear you.”
Her moan was loud, her body reacting to my touch in ways she couldn’t control. I lowered my head, taking one nipple into my mouth and sucking gently. The sensation was exquisite, and I felt her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. I lavished attention on her breasts, enjoying her reactions.
“Liam,” she gasped, unable to keep quiet. “Please…”
I switched to the other nipple, giving it the same attention, while my free hand traveled down her body. My touch was firm and possessive, making it clear I was in control. When my hand reached her pussy, she was already dripping wet.
“Look at you,” I murmured, satisfaction lacing my voice. “So ready for me.”
I slid a finger inside her, and she cried out at the intrusion. I moved it slowly at first, teasing her, before adding a second finger. My movements were precise, hitting all the right spots, and I felt her body respond eagerly.
“Oh, God, Liam,” she moaned, her hips moving in time with my fingers. “I need you…”
My growl was low, pleased by her response. I increased the pace, my fingers working her with expert skill. Her body trembled on the edge of release, her moans growing louder. Just as she seemed on the verge of breaking, I withdrew my fingers, leaving her aching and empty.
I positioned myself between her legs, the tip of my dick brushing against her entrance. “Tell me you want this,” I demanded, my voice rough with need.
“I want this,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I want you.”
With a groan, I pushed into her, filling her completely. She cried out, her hands clutching my shoulders as the sensation overwhelmed her-a mix of pain and pleasure that left her breathless.
“Liam,” she moaned, her name a plea on her lips.
I began to move, my thrusts deep and powerful. Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, and I felt her unraveling under my touch. Her body met my thrusts with desperate need, and I held her close, my hands gripping her hips.
“Say my name,” I ordered, my voice tight with restraint.
“Liam,” she moaned, filled with need. “Liam, please…”
I growled in response, thrusts becoming harder and more urgent. She clung to me, her nails digging into my back as she lost herself in the pleasure. Her moans grew louder, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge. When she finally shattered, her orgasm crashing over her, she cried out my name with everything she had.
I followed her over the edge, my release a powerful, shuddering force. I held her tightly, our bodies locked together in the aftermath. For a moment, only the sound of our ragged breathing filled the room, and I could feel her heart beating against mine.
“How would you love being Mrs. Turner?” I stroked her hair. She stared at me, her eyes widened. I would never be the one losing, since Alice played me and played with my feelings, her chapter is now closed. Elizabeth claims to love me and her body entices me. It’s time to move on… move on with my ex’s sister.
“Marry me Elizabeth” I muttered.