Chapter 384
Liam Sullivan's breathing grew heavier.
He couldn't continue watching.
One more look, and he feared he would lose control.
"You're done. Let me help you up."
He grabbed a towel and leaned down to dry her.
Vivian Bennett, who had been quiet until now, suddenly reached out from the water.
She wrapped her arms tightly around Liam's arm and pulled him forcefully into the tub.
Water splashed everywhere.
"Kiss me. Take me..." Her voice trembled, but her lips pressed against his urgently.
Her hands were busy too, frantically unbuttoning his shirt.
Her fingertips trailed down his solid shoulder blades.
Then his belt, his pants...
It was the first time a woman had ever overpowered Liam like this.
He tried several times to regain control.
But tonight, Vivian seemed like a different person.
Her grip was surprisingly strong, and her wet body slid against his like a snake.
She coiled around him, biting his throat, nipping at his abdomen...
Water continuously overflowed from the tub.
Her back hit the cold porcelain wall.
The wound on her lower back ached sharply.
She flipped over and straddled his waist, reaching up to turn on the showerhead above.
Water poured down like a torrential rain.
In that curtain of water, she desperately tangled with him...
Desire rippled through the waves.
Scalding water, water everywhere.
Liam held her trembling body and finally admitted—
He was truly falling for this woman.
......
He couldn't remember how he finally cleaned her and carried her to bed.
But the little woman seemed bewitched, refusing to settle down even in bed.
She clung to him again...
Time after time, she wanted, and he gave.
Until her strength was completely spent.
Exhausted, she collapsed onto the pillow and fell into a deep sleep.
Liam tucked her in, then got up and put on his robe.
He sat by the window and lit a cigarette.
In the swirling smoke, Vivian's profile flickered in and out of view.
He couldn't see her clearly.
"Ryan Johnson..."
His low voice broke the silence of the dark room. The phone screen glowed faintly.
"Investigate the White family."
"I want everyone who hurt Vivian to pay the price."
......
When he returned to bed, Vivian was already sound asleep.
Liam reached out and pulled her into his arms.
She stirred, turning over in her half-asleep state to press her face against his chest.
She found the most comfortable position and continued sleeping peacefully.
Liam was awakened by faint footsteps.
He was a light sleeper, easily roused by the slightest noise.
He opened his eyes to see Vivian sitting on the windowsill.
She wore his white dress shirt, her back leaning against one side of the wall, her long legs propped against the other.
An ashtray sat beside her, a half-smoked cigarette between her fingers.
The cold moonlight outside outlined her captivating silhouette.
She seemed deep in thought, one hand lightly pressing her abdomen, the other bringing the cigarette to her lips.
She took a drag, then slowly exhaled a smoke ring.
Unhurried.
It was the most elegant way Liam had ever seen a woman smoke.
"Why are you up so early?" He got out of bed and walked toward her.
Vivian quickly stubbed out the cigarette and turned with a smile. "Did I wake you?"
"It's fine. Why aren't you sleeping?"
"Couldn't sleep..."
She smiled and moved to the edge of the window, letting her legs dangle down.
She reached out and pulled Liam closer, wrapping her arms around his neck.
She gently pressed her forehead against his, nuzzling him softly.