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"Merci," Liam offered, a courteous nod hiding the predator within.

"Let's find our platform," Becks said, the weight of the tickets heavy in her grasp, harbingers of the perilous journey ahead. They navigated the terminal with purpose, their path unerring, their minds attuned to the same frequency—a harmony of suspense and unspoken promises.

"Remember," Liam said as they settled into the privacy of their carriage, "we're only as strong as our cover."

"I haven't forgotten," Becks assured him, meeting his piercing gaze. "But don't underestimate the power of what's underneath."

Their words hung in the air, potent and charged, as the train lurched forward, carrying them into the heart of danger—and the unknown depths of their connection.

Chapter Six

Becks

The train car's rhythmic sway seemed to sync with the beating of Becks' heart as she watched Liam lock the door, securing their privacy. The click of the bolt was akin to a starting gun, and her pulse quickened, anticipating the race.

"Are you all right?" His voice cut through the din of steel on steel, low and laced with concern.

She nodded, but her eyes betrayed the tempest within—fear mingled with an insatiable hunger. "I'm fine," Becks lied, her gaze fixed on the sharp line of his jaw, the solidity of his form that had shielded her from bullets and brutality only hours before.

"Becks..." His tone dipped, a dark melody that spoke of things unsaid, of control and surrender. He approached, closing the gap between them, his hand lifting to brush a stray lock of hair back from her face. "You don't have to hide from me. Not your fears, not your needs, not anything."

Her breath hitched, the air thick with the electricity of their unspoken need. "Liam, I..." She faltered, the words catching in her throat.

"Tell me." He stepped closer, his presence enveloping her.

"I need..." Becks swallowed, her resolve steadying. "I need your dominance. Your... control. It helps me forget."

"Is that what you want?" His fingertips traced the contour of her collarbone, sending shivers cascading down her spine.

"Yes," she breathed out, her answer less a word and more a release of the dam within her soul.

"Then submit to me," Liam commanded, his voice a velvet caress that wrapped around her will.

With a nod, Becks surrendered, allowing him to guide her towards the plush seat that doubled as their bed. Her hands trembled as he deftly undid the buttons on her blouse, revealing the swell of her breasts restrained by delicate lace. His fingers danced over her skin, igniting a fire that contrasted starkly with the cold peril lurking beyond their sanctuary.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his lips trailing hot kisses along her collarbone, drawing a moan that echoed within the confines of their carriage.

"Please, Liam..."

"Patience," he chided softly, his hands commanding as they stripped away the remaining barriers of fabric, baring her to his hungry gaze.

He bound her wrists with a silk scarf, a symbol of their shared secret world, the ties that bound them far deeper than physical restraint. With each knot, Becks felt the outside world fade, replaced by the all-consuming presence of the man who she knew now could dominate her body and soul.

"Look at me," Liam instructed, and she lifted her eyes to meet his. In them, she saw the reflection of her own need, raw and unapologetic.

"Sir.”

"Damn straight," he affirmed, sealing their pact with a kiss that stole her breath away.

As they moved together, the train plunged into a tunnel, shrouding them in darkness. For a moment, the world consisted only of the sound of their breathing, the scent of their arousal, and the undeniable truth that they were two halves of a dangerous, intoxicating whole.

Liam sat down on the bed next to her, using the scarf they’d bought earlier in the day to tie her wrists before raising them above her head and pressing them into the mattress. ”Leave them,” he commanded in a soft voice before he began kissing her slowly—his tongue possessed her mouth while his hands began to palm and cup her breasts.

Becks tried to maintain some kind of control over her own responses but found it far too easy to follow Liam’s lead. Grasping a pillow, he pushed it under her bottom before standing next to her, stripping confidently and without hesitation. The man was gorgeous, with muscular arms and legs, a sculpted chest and washboard abs. He looked as if he’d been built of marble. His chest was covered in a light layer of black hair that dusted over his pecs and trailed down to his groin, as if to point to his impressive and completely engorged cock.

She couldn't help but gasp at the sight of him. He was enormous; easily the longest and thickest cock she’d ever seen. Wrapped around his thick shaft were dark veins, teasing and tempting her.

"I've been hard for you since I picked you up from your office. It took immense restraint not to join you in that bed last night," he chuckled. “God, you have gorgeous tits.”

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