LOGINClaireI swallowed hard. I knew exactly what I’d come here for, but the way he moved told me one thing: he’d been starving to have me, and tonight I was going to pay the price with my body.I reached behind my back, unhooked the bra, and let it slide down my arms to the floor. My breasts spilled free, exposed under his heavy gaze.The last time we’d been together it hadn’t been rough. But now… now I was finally about to meet the real Liam again, the one who takes without mercy.My fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties. I slid them down in one quick motion, stepping out of them. His eyes never left me, not once. He just watched, silent, hungry.And there I stood, completely naked, skin prickling under the weight of his stare.When I lifted my gaze to his, his eyes were devouring every inch of me. Our eyes locked, and the air between us thickened with everything he hadn’t said yet.He tilted his head to the side, eyes dropping low. He was staring at… my arms, tracing from one
ClaireI took a deep breath and walked to the door, opening it slowly, careful not to make a sound that might wake anyone.I tiptoed down the hallway toward the stairs, clutching my shoes in one hand like a young girl sneaking out to meet her boyfriend, afraid of getting scolded by her father. Except this time, I was sneaking out so my own kids wouldn’t discover their mother couldn’t control herself, couldn’t stop craving a man’s touch.I finally reached the front door, glanced back one last time, then slipped out and closed it softly behind me. The cool night air brushed my skin, and I drew in a long, steadying breath.I was out.Ahead, parked under the dim streetlight, was a black car. A moment later, the driver’s door opened and someone stepped out.My legs carried me forward almost on their own. Even in the dark, I knew it was him—Liam. His eyes were locked on me as I approached.“You’re not on the runway, Mrs. Claire,” he said. “Walk faster.”I didn’t want to give in to every com
LiamShe froze. Every muscle in her body locked up. She blinked at me like the words hadn’t quite reached her brain yet, while I kept that slow, sheepish smile plastered on my face.“Wait… I don’t understand,” she said, eyes searching mine for any sign I was messing with her.I pushed up from the chair, circled the desk, and walked right up to where she stood, stunned. Hands in my pockets, I looked her dead in the eyes.“The woman I’m seeing,” I said slowly, clearly this time, “the one who makes me come… is none other than Mrs. Claire Anthony. Mr. Ian Anthony’s wife.”She took a small step back, but the disbelief was still all over her face. A short, shaky laugh escaped her.“You’re joking, right?” she said. “I know you, Liam. Older women don’t do it for you.”I nodded once. “You’re absolutely right about that, Pattie. But this older woman? She’s different.” I took a deep breath, casual as hell. “So quit torturing yourself trying to figure out who I’m sleeping with.”Her gaze dropped
LiamFor the first time ever, I actually want someone. It began with breaking her, humiliating her, controlling her. Then it turned into wanting to see her happy instead of sad. Now it’s become care… overprotectiveness.She was never mine to begin with. That woman is married, damn it. Even if he’s a worthless scumbag, even if their marriage is already dead in every way that counts, they’re still legally bound. And that knowledge leaves a sour, ugly taste in my mouth.But thinking about it honestly, do I even want anything more developed than what we already have? Do I want to settle down with her? Do I love her?No. If I push this any further, I know, deep in my gut, I’ll change. And if there’s one thing Liam King is afraid of, it’s change.I fought tooth and nail to get where I am today. Every scrap I picked up off the ground, every dirty job, every sleepless night—it all led to this. My empire. Built from nothing. Forged with my blood, my sweat, my willingness to cro
ClaireIan turned his glare on me, eyes blazing. “Oh, this is what we’re doing now, huh? You're throwing me out of my house!!!”I met his glare head-on. “Your house? Did you just call it yours? It’s my house, Ian. And I want you out of it this instant.”I was breathing hard now, teetering right on the edge of losing control completely.“This hasn’t been our house from the moment you got yourself another woman,” I said. “From the moment you bought a place to shelter your infidelity, this house ceased to be ours. It’s mine only.”I turned to the guards already positioned nearby. “I said get this man out of my house,” I barked again.Ian lunged forward, fingers clamping around my arm so hard I knew bruises would bloom later. “How dare you, Claire,” he snarled, shaking me violently.But the men moved fast. They grabbed him, yanking him off me. The second his hands released, Isa rushed over and wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug.Ian wasn’t finished, though.“You think you’r
ClaireBy now the bank must have called Ian to inform him I’ve cut him off from the family’s finances.Knowing him, he’ll take the bait and come storming into the house. The only thing I’m truly afraid of is what he’ll do, how he’ll react. I know damn well if he acts rudely, Max won’t stand for it. He’ll want to interfere. So I’ve done something I never thought I’d do.They’ll be here soon. I just hope they arrive at the right time.I sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed as the headache crept back in. I reached up to my temple and gently soothed the throbbing pain.Today everything has been moving so fast, leaving no room to breathe.Just then my phone rang. I glanced down. Ian.My face twisted immediately. I can’t believe I still have him saved as “Darling.” Pathetic.I cut the call without hesitation. If he wants to talk, he can come home and do it face-to-face. Not over the phone. He’s probably boiling over and wants to lash out, but I’m not giving him that satisfaction.A fe







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