Chapter 525

"What's the matter? Are you scared?"

Liam Sullivan raised an eyebrow, his gaze shimmering as it swept over her.

His fingers slid over her collarbone like swimming fish.

Once.

Then again.

His fingertips carried a scorching heat, as if playing some secret melody.

That look was too alluring.

Like poppies blooming in the dark night, carrying a fatal temptation.

Vivian Bennett's breath hitched.

The tip of her nose felt hot, and she almost lost her composure.

This demon.

His skills have deepened again.

Even someone like her, who prided herself on having decent self-control, nearly fell for it.

But that arrogant look of his—

Why did it make her want to bully him fiercely?

Vivian turned her face away.

"Who said I'm scared?"

She cleared her throat.

"I... I just appreciate ambiance. We should take things step by step."

"Oh?"

Liam drew out the syllable.

His right hand still wandered over her collarbone, while his left hand lazily propped up his cheek.

"So you prefer a slow burn."

"But I can't wait."

He leaned closer, his warm breath brushing her ear.

"If you keep stalling, I might just take over."

"I'm giving you a rare opportunity. Don't you want it?"

His eyes sparkled, his smile deepening.

"I thought you'd seize the chance to... have your way with me."

Vivian's cheeks flushed crimson.

Have her way with him!

What kind of person did he think she was?

But this man truly had no patience.

If she dragged this out any longer, he'd probably flip her over and pin her down.

No.

This was a rare chance.

She couldn't let it slip away.

Vivian took a deep breath.

Her eyes suddenly turned fierce.

She slapped Liam's shoulder.

And pushed hard—

Liam fell back willingly.

He landed on the soft bed.

He even deliberately furrowed his brow, his voice softening.

"That hurts..."

"You hit too hard."

Vivian placed her hands on her hips.

"Didn't you ask for the passionate and wild style?"

She lifted her chin.

"This queen will show you wild!"

Liam laughed.

That smile was like honey laced with poison.

"So the queen prefers the dominant style."

He blinked.

"Come on, my dear queen."

"Your humble servant is at your mercy."

"Use your noble body to conquer me... this prisoner groveling at your feet."

He spoke with deep affection.

But his eyes burned like fire.

Vivian's throat went dry.

She knew this man was doing it on purpose.

She knew he was acting.

Yet she couldn't stop her heart from racing.

As if bewitched.

She slowly leaned down.

Lowered her head.

And kissed his lips.

At first, it was just a light taste.

Then it gradually deepened.

Liam didn't move.

He let her explore clumsily.

Only when her kisses became utterly chaotic did he place his hands on her shoulders.

He took over, guiding her.

Tongues tangled.

Breaths mingled.

Vivian learned quickly.

In mere moments, she grasped the essentials.

She used him as practice.

Her kisses grew deeper.

More intense.

Liam's breathing grew heavier.

His skin burned hot.

A suppressed groan escaped his throat.

"How's that?"

Vivian released his lips.

Her breath was slightly uneven, but her eyes shone with triumph.

"Still dare to underestimate me?"

Liam narrowed his eyes.

Their color darkened like the sea before a storm.

"Hurry..."

His voice was terribly hoarse.

Full of unbearable craving.

"Give it to me."

Vivian's heart skipped a beat.

A sense of accomplishment surged within her.

So this was how it felt to push him to this point—

To control him.

To torment him.

To watch him lose control for her.

Interesting.

So very interesting.