Chapter 3 Running After Igniting a Flame

Anna was about to unbutton her jeans but stopped abruptly.

Liam shot a glance at her, his lips curved into an expression that resembled a smile. His gaze fell back to the fingers placed on the buttons of her jeans. “Why did you stop?”

Anna narrowed her eyes, her long lashes overlapping each other.

She mocked, “Even if I take it off, what can you do? You’re gay!”

“...”

An intense flame ignited behind his eyes. How dare that tiny woman call him gay!

Moreover, she even insinuated that he could not do anything to her!

Was she challenging her assertiveness?

He moved closer to Anna. His cool breaths landed on Anna’s cheek. They felt like tiny feathers tickling her cheek. A numbing sensation surged across her body.

“Try me,” he challenged. His voice was low and husky, with an overbearing tone of entitlement.

Startled, Anna stepped back but found herself backed up against a wall.

Liam took a step forward, pressed one hand against the wall, and trapped her. He leaned in closer and lowered his head.

“What happened? Lost your guts?”

He tilted her head up, locking eyes with her.

His deep dark eyes appeared as sharp as an eagle’s in the dark. Like a deep blue ocean reflecting the starlight, his eyes gave her a sense of frigidness, yet was paired with hints of indolence.

Anna’s heart thumped violently. She was a terrified little fawn, yet she continued to put on a brave front.

“I’ve got nothing to be afraid of! If you dare to take your clothes off, I dare to look at it!” Anna retorted.

Liam snickered. He began to unbuckle his belt.

Anna thought that she must have drank too much. Otherwise, she would never be staring at him; her gaze would never be fixed on him unblinkingly. After all, she was the eldest daughter of the Hamilton family and the sole heir to the highly-esteemed Lincoln Group. In the eyes of the public, she had always been a quiet and dignified young woman.

At that moment, she felt as if she had fallen off that pedestal.

Liam stopped after unbuckling his belt.

He did not expect the seemingly quiet and conservative woman to have the courage to stare at him like that.

Anna scoffed. She shook her head and gazed at him with blurry eyes. “Humph! You don’t have to force yourself if you’ve got no guts!”

“...” Liam’s chest tightened.

Anna pushed away his arm that had her cornered against the wall. “Out of the way, you gay!”

Then, she pointed her finger at him and yelled, “All men are trash!”

“...” Liam wondered just how drunk this woman was.

He grabbed her thin and delicate wrist and pressed it against the wall behind her.

“You’ve ignited a flame, now you wanna run?”

“What… What flame?” Anna shook her head slowly. The smell of wine still lingered in her breath. Her tiny lips parted gently. They looked like a beautiful red cherry waiting to be tasted.

Liam suddenly felt his body boiling. His throat was dry like a desert.

He grabbed her other hand.

In a low, deep voice, he answered, “This flame.”

Liam bend down and went straight for her cherry lips. He barged into her personal space, taking away her ability to breathe. His cunning tongue slipped into her mouth.

“Mmm…”

Anna pushed with all her might but against his muscular chest, her strength felt like nothing but a ball of cotton landing on him.

That was the first time Liam tasted a woman’s lips as sweet as hers. The fragrant smell of wine in her breath added to the allure of the drunken woman.

She struggled to escape but every twist she made only aroused him more. He could no longer restrain himself—he could no longer suppress the roaring flame in him.

He carried her bridal style and strode out of the bathroom.