Chapter 451

This body was perfection.

Her skin was pale and delicate.

Her waist was slender and soft.

Every curve was exquisitely defined.

Each part radiated a lethal allure.

He said he was obsessed with her body.

Because this body was more tempting than other women's.

It captivated his gaze more completely.

To him.

Perhaps only this exquisite body held any meaning.

What he had ever needed.

Was only her body.

Her fingertips traced the mottled marks on her skin.

Every intimacy.

He loved to kiss her fiercely.

Leaving vivid imprints on every inch of her skin.

This was his possessiveness.

Declaring his exclusive mark.

How pitiful.

Once, she might have been considered a girlfriend.

Now, she was reduced to a lowly fuck buddy.

An object to be played with at will.

A young, full body.

A beautiful, moving face.

It should have been full of hope and promise.

Now, it was ruined.

He still refused to let her go.

He probably never would.

He wanted her to be his plaything for a lifetime.

She didn't know how to describe such terrible luck.

She could only be forced to accept everything.

This was power.

There was no choice.

He wouldn't allow her to choose.

But no matter what.

This time, her heart must be free.

Vivian Bennett wiped water onto the mirror.

She looked at the sorrowful smile reflected back.

She turned on the shower.

Letting the icy water cascade over her body.

The bone-chilling cold.

Was the only thing that could make her sober.

A sober of the soul.

After her shower.

Vivian didn't delay.

She wrapped herself in the hotel robe and walked out.

The room was brightly lit.

The largest chandelier was on.

Everything was disturbingly clear.

She froze in place.

Something was about to happen.

Liam Sullivan was already dressed.

He was putting on his jacket.

His movements were unusually slow.

The buttons were undone.

The front hung open.

He looked dissolute.

Seeing Vivian emerge.

He lifted his head.

Under the light, his face was abnormally pale.

Like a sheet of paper.

But his deep eyes burned as they stared at her.

Vivian leaned against the bathroom doorframe.

She glanced at him briefly before looking away.

Impatience was written all over her face.

Getting no response.

Liam spoke first.

"I'm leaving."

Vivian traced circles on the floor with her toe.

She couldn't be bothered to ask why.

She didn't care where he was going.

Never seeing him again would be best.

Even though it was impossible.

Liam had anticipated her reaction.

He wasn't disappointed.

"Wait for me to return."

He sneered.

"If I return and you're not here."

"You know the consequences."

His tone was full of threat.

Vivian remained silent.

"No going out with men."

Liam continued his commands.

Vivian played with her toes.

She turned a deaf ear.

"No answering calls from men."

Seeing her indifference.

Liam's tone grew more vicious.

"Are you finished?"

Vivian looked up coldly.

She glared at him angrily.

He had never been this excessive before.

Now he wanted to restrict her freedom.

Was he trying to imprison her like a criminal?

Liam curled the corner of his lip.

His eyes were full of mockery.

"I thought you'd fallen asleep."

"So you can hear."

"Since you can hear."

"Don't do anything that displeases me."

"Otherwise, you'll be very sorry."

He turned arrogantly.

Walking out of the room like a patron.

Vivian clenched her fists.

After he left, she slammed the door shut with force.

The loud noise declared her disdain.