Chapter 306
The car entered the upscale gated community where they lived.
Liam Sullivan had barely parked before impatiently pulling Vivian Bennett out of the passenger seat.
She stumbled, nearly falling.
She hastily clutched her disheveled collar, her face flushed with anger. "Are you rushing to your grave?"
Liam glanced back at her, his gaze filled with silent disdain.
Vivian snorted coldly.
Before she could react, he swept her up into a bridal carry.
He strode swiftly into the villa, not even bothering to turn on the foyer light.
The world spun as he pinned her harshly against the cold wall.
A gasp caught in her throat, completely silenced by his scorching kiss.
Vivian's eyes widened in disbelief.
Was this man addicted to kissing her?
He ignored her struggles, deepening the kiss with overwhelming force.
In the darkness, only his heavy breathing could be heard, merging with the night.
"I told you, you brought this upon yourself," he murmured, pulling back slightly, his deep voice leaving no room for doubt.
Yes, she had indeed brought this upon herself.
Who told her to provoke him?
Who told her to barge into his world?
Vivian's mind was a chaotic mess.
She realized she was actually anticipating his touch.
It must have been too long since she had any companionship.
Yes, this was definitely an illness that needed curing.
Liam's kisses trailed down her cheek, gradually moving lower.
She found she didn't dislike this feeling.
In fact, she secretly craved the thrill he brought.
"Liam Sullivan, do you dare?" Vivian arched her neck, savoring his affection.
"Dare what?" His voice was hoarse and charming.
Vivian ultimately didn't say it.
Just like she had warned herself before, not a single word a man says in such moments can be trusted.
His hot breath almost seared her skin.
Vivian felt completely weak.
Liam picked her up, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
In the bedroom, he tossed her onto the soft bed.
Seeing her seductive, dazed expression, he chuckled lowly and began unbuttoning his own shirt.
Vivian quickly covered her face but couldn't resist peeking through her fingers.
It wasn't like she hadn't seen it before.
She felt her entire body heating up, her limbs turning weak.
This illness was serious.
Liam slowly pressed down, his fingers threading through her hair, cupping the back of her head to deepen the kiss.
He shed his previous impatience, a deeper smile playing on his lips, dark undercurrents swirling in his eyes, making her flustered.
Vivian nervously closed her eyes, not daring to meet his gaze.
Her eyelashes fluttered incessantly.
She was soberly aware that she might truly be beyond cure.
She didn't wake until noon the next day.
Seeing she was wearing Liam's light blue dress shirt, she jolted fully awake.
Looking around at the room's furnishings, she realized this was clearly Liam's villa at Emerald Estate.
Had she spent another night here with him?
It was all her fault for provoking him with her sharp tongue, pushing him to the point where he seemed ready to devour her whole.
Vivian hurriedly got up, washed up, and left the bedroom.
After circling the villa without finding anyone, she walked puzzled towards the study.
Pushing the door open, she saw the man sitting intently at his large executive desk, focused on work.
Liam looked up, noticing the small head peeking through the door crack.
He paused. "Come here."
Vivian pressed her lips together and obediently walked over.
Liam studied her.
His oversized shirt hung on her like a nightgown, just barely covering her hips and revealing her slender legs.
His gaze darkened.
He reached out, clasped her slender waist, and pulled her into his lap.
"You woke up and didn't even think to change your clothes?" His voice was deep and magnetic, tinged with the huskiness of just waking up.