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Liam led me to the dance floor, pulling me into his hard chest once he’d chosen our spot. His vice-like grip on my waist was commanding, possessive in its claim. Everything around us vanished as his scent invaded my senses, his closeness sending me into overdrive.
I leaned my head on his chest and simply inhaled, trying to imprint this exact feeling in every fiber of my being.
“I think I’m at a loss,” He whispered, his lips grazing my hair while he spoke into my ear. “There are no words to describe how exquisite you look tonight.” He paused for my reaction, but I was too high on him to reply. “I saw you looking at them, your eyes saddening as they walked past. You are blind to your worth, Miss Harden. No one, not one single soul in this room holds a candle to your beauty.”
Liam spun me on my heels, pulling me into him once more, purposely making me collide against his hard muscles. His green eyes stared into mine while the hand he had on my back glided down, settling on the chaste edge before the curve of my ass.
“Fucking exquisite.” He growled an inch away from my mouth, his fingers sinking into my skin.
A burning heat grew between my legs at the sound, my grip on his shoulder tightening in response. There was unchained lust in his eyes, his lips coming to settle on my ear again to deliver more torture straight into my brain.
“Do you have any idea how many men in this room would kill to take my place? I can feel their eyes on you right now as your hips buck in search of my erection. But not a single one knows how sweet you taste. No one but me.” It was involuntary, but now that he mentioned it, I was extra wary of my movements and fuck was he right. Liam pushed into me in response, more teasing on the tip of his tongue. “Can you feel it? This is what you do to me, Miss Harden. And tonight, I’m craving punishment. You weren’t very nice to me, now were you?”
Jesus fucking Christ! What was he doing to me?
My thong was soaked right through, and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips when he punctuated that sentence with a stinging bite on my ear. He heard me. I could feel his smirk against me.
“Behave, Miss Harden. Or we might have to cut this fucking party short.” His voice was drenched in lust, unholy promises filling the tight space between our heating bodies.
“Who’s stopping you?” I dared him, my face tilting up to meet his gaze defiantly.
“May I cut in? I’m eager to get my dance with this beautiful young lady.” Mr. Mercier interrupted us just like a cold bucket of ice poured down my head.
Liam grasped my hand tighter, not ready to let go, if he ever was.
“I’d love to, Mr. Mercier. But I was actually telling Liam that my poor feet needed a rest. Fashion can be a high form of torture.” I tried to dismiss him as politely as I could, but he was relentless. I couldn’t risk offending the man who could make or break the deal we had just recently secured. I’d seen Liam work tirelessly on it, there was no way I was jeopardizing it now.
“Nonsense. I’m sure you can endure it a little longer just for this dance.”
I looked at Liam, shooting him an apologetic look as I pulled my hand from his.
“Well, if you insist.” I relented, swallowing dryly as I placed my hand in his.
I could feel Liam’s raging eyes following our every move. Somehow that storm behind his green irises made me feel safe. There was absolutely no way he would allow any boundaries to be crossed.
Finally, what seemed like the longest song in the history of music came to an end, and Mr. Mercier accompanied me to where Liam was standing, another glass of what I supposed was bourbon in his hand.
“I hope your stay is long enough for me to take you to dinner tomorrow night, Miss Harden. From what I reckon, you’re available, aren’t you?” Mr. Mercier said as soon as we were in Liam’s hearing range. I shot a surprised glare towards Liam who most certainly heard every word the man said.
“Well, Miss Harden, are you? Available?” Liam asked, an intrigued expression in his eyes.
“I… umm… I’d like to think I’m already spoken for, Mr. Mercier. Sorry to disappoint you, but I will have to respectfully decline.” I managed to reply, holding Liam’s gaze as I spoke. The slight smirk that tipped the corners of his lips filled me with relief and the need to get the hell out of this place as soon as possible.
“You’d like to think? Undefinition in a relationship is never a good sign. A man of good character and in his right mind would have put a ring on that pretty finger of yours. Who on earth would risk having such a perfect little thing like you running loose in this world? I’d say the boy doesn’t know what he’s doing. Or maybe what you need is a man.”
“The boy is all the man she needs,” Liam grunted, his voice descending to the depths of Hell as his arm snaked around my waist, pulling me into him possessively.
“Oh, I see.” Mr. Mercier replied, motioning with his index finger between us. “It’s not words that make a man, boy. It’s actions. Take what’s yours, or someone else will. I’ll see you in New York in a couple of months. Liam, send my regards to your father, please.” His snicker was sickening, his lingering gaze repulsive.
As he walked away I could finally feel myself loosen up, only to tense up again when I saw the way Liam was looking at me.
“You think?”
I simply shrugged in response, not knowing exactly what to say. We hadn’t spoken about our relationship. Did we even have one? I wasn’t sure.
Liam grabbed my waist, pulling me into his chest, holding me harshly against him with one hand as he settled his lips against my ear again, the lightness of his touch from before disappearing completely. I shivered again, not in fear but pure thrill and delight. His menacing voice doing very wrong things to me.
“You can be damn sure you are. Let’s get you out of here, I’m fucking tired of sharing.”
