Chapter 527
"Vivian, you'll regret treating me like this."
Liam Sullivan's breathing was heavy and ragged.
His narrowed eyes churned with dangerous, dark light.
This girl was truly audacious.
She actually dared to make him beg her.
What man ever begged a woman for intimacy?
If word got out, it would be utterly humiliating.
He really wanted to flip her over right then.
To pin down this infuriating woman and torment her until she cried and pleaded for mercy.
"Regret? I won't regret it."
A sly glint flashed in Vivian Bennett's eyes.
Her mischievous spirit was thoroughly ignited.
"Something this memorable... having you beg me with your own words is so satisfying."
"You won't beg? Hmph, then I'll just continue until you do."
Remembering how he had forced her to be submissive and meek in the past, that little imbalance in her heart finally found an outlet.
Today, she was determined to make him taste that same bitterness.
She reached to undo his belt.
Her nimble fingers flicked open the metal buckle.
His trousers slid down.
Her hand slowly trailed along his firm thigh.
The skin beneath her palm was taut and burning hot.
The hair on his legs was a little prickly, yet it exuded a wild, masculine scent.
Liam gritted his teeth.
Fine beads of sweat formed at his temples.
That mischievous little hand seemed to carry an electric current.
Wherever it passed, it stirred up an unbearable, restless heat.
He forcibly swallowed back a groan.
His jawline was clenched tight.
"Just these little tricks, and you think you can make me yield?"
He lifted his chin, his posture still haughty.
Vivian pouted.
Her eyes darted, and she suddenly remembered something.
A wicked smile bloomed on her lips.
"I've heard a man's waist is the most sensitive spot... I wonder if yours is the same?"
She refused to believe he could keep holding out.
Her hands settled quietly on the lean sides of his waist.
Her fingertips slowly traced along his waistline.
The touch was light, teasing, almost imperceptible.
Liam's entire body stiffened abruptly.
His previously forced composure began to crack.
His Adam's apple bobbed violently.
He glared at her fiercely, his gaze sharp as a blade.
But she just laughed, carefree and utterly unfazed.
That fierce glare gradually softened.
It finally melted into a look of helpless, almost desperate depth.
"...My dear Queen," he rasped, his voice saturated with suppressed desire.
"I surrender... From now on, I willingly become your love slave."
His long fingers caressed her cheek.
The tide of emotion in his eyes surged forth, swallowing her whole in an instant.
He leaned close to her ear.
His breath was scalding, each word a seduction.
"Vivian, let me love you."
Vivian's mind went blank.
It was as if she had fallen into the gentle vortex he wove.
She had no strength left to struggle.
"...Okay." She heard her own soft, yielding reply.
She obediently grasped the hand resting against her cheek.
She guided it to undo the buttons of her own clothing.
The garments slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet.
Their two bodies were now completely bare before each other.
Liam reclaimed the dominant position, but he did not push her down onto the bed.
He remembered his promise to her.
His arms held her waist steadily.
He lifted her, settling her onto his lap.
Vivian leaned back naturally.
Her jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall.
It revealed her slender, vulnerable neck and her smooth, rounded shoulders.
Her posture was lazy and alluring.
Like a night-blooming cereus unfurling in the darkness.
Recalling her earlier bold teasing, a trace of wicked amusement flickered in Liam's eyes.
It was time to properly "repay" her.
His thin lips landed on the sensitive curve of her waist.
He kissed his way upward, inch by inch.
The damp, hot sensation sent shivers through her.
The delicate body in his arms twisted involuntarily.
"Mmm... don't..." she whimpered, unable to bear it.
Liam chuckled lowly.
Not only did he not stop, he intensified his efforts.
His lips and tongue traveled over every inch of her delicate skin.
Leaving behind searing marks.
Vivian soon tasted the same torment she had inflicted on him earlier.
An empty, itching ache bloomed inside her.
A certain craving screamed wildly, almost driving her mad.
"Liam..." she sobbed, her voice choked with tears.
Her fingers clutched helplessly at his hair.
"Give it to me..."
Liam nipped at her soft earlobe.
His voice was hoarse as he asked, "Will you dare to treat me like that again?"
"I won't... I'll never dare again!" she hurriedly pleaded.
Her voice was broken by ragged gasps.
This man... his methods of retaliation were indeed far more ruthless than hers.