Chapter 394
The elevator doors slid open.
Liam Sullivan hoisted Vivian Bennett over his shoulder.
He strode into the suite.
He tossed her onto the plush bed without a hint of gentleness.
Vivian landed with a dizzying thud.
She struggled to push herself up.
His heavy frame pinned her down instantly.
"Liam Sullivan, let me go!"
She writhed in a mix of fury and fear.
She couldn't break free.
Liam's expression was terrifyingly dark.
He glared down at the heartless woman beneath him.
He wanted to devour her whole.
She had dared to leave Seattle.
She had left him.
And she seemed so carefree and happy without him.
He had worked three consecutive days of overtime just to find time to come see her.
His suppressed rage erupted.
He crushed his lips against hers in a brutal, dominating kiss.
Vivian was terrified by the madness in his eyes.
She shook her head desperately, trying to evade him.
No sound escaped her.
He ignored her struggles.
He tore her blouse open ruthlessly.
Expensive fabric shredded into pieces, fluttering to the floor.
Intense passion filled the room.
Vivian was witnessing a dark, vicious side of Liam for the first time.
No matter how she cried or begged, he remained unmoved.
He pushed her to the brink of collapse.
"Will you dare to run away again?"
He whispered against her earlobe, biting it gently.
His movements grew fiercer.
Vivian clenched her jaw, biting her lip.
Why was he allowed to lose his temper, but she couldn't leave?
Her silence only fueled his anger.
Liam intensified his torment.
Vivian trembled violently, nearly fainting.
"Say it. Will you ever dare to lie to me again?"
He pressed relentlessly, his actions never ceasing.
Pushed to her absolute limit, Vivian finally sobbed in surrender.
"No... I won't..."
Liam was like a victorious king.
He forced her to agree to all his terms.
Vivian was like a small boat in a storm.
She finally lost consciousness completely.
His anger spent, Liam finally calmed.
He gazed at the sleeping face in his arms.
He pulled her gently against his chest.
Vivian awoke aching all over.
The marks on her pale skin were startling.
She gritted her teeth in anger.
That bastard only knew how to torment her this way.
She sat up.
She saw the torn clothes scattered on the floor.
Rage flared within her.
She hastily wrapped herself in a towel and headed to the bathroom.
After freshening up, she walked out of the bedroom.
Liam sat in the living room, looking refreshed and composed.
His state was a stark contrast to her disheveled appearance.