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As she did so, Liam sat up on the bed and swung his legs over the edge. He couldn't help but admire her naked body. As she looked over at him, Becks' eyes lit up at the sight of him naked and she crossed the room, kneeling before him, opening her mouth to take his throbbing cock that had already come to full attention.

She eagerly sucked him deep into her mouth, swirling her tongue all around it and focusing on the sensitive underside. Liam knew he would have plenty of time to teach her what he liked when they got back to London, but for now, he just wanted to revel in her submission and use her as his own. He let out a groan as she looked up at him while continuing to suck, taking him deeper with every thrust. Before long, he was close to losingcontrol and pulled back, only to have her suck even harder in an attempt to keep him inside.

Liam's cock twitched as Becks' tongue played over and around it, while he pulled back until only the head remained inside before driving forward forcefully to hit the back of her throat. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer; all he wanted was to be buried deep inside her warm and wet depths.

Reluctantly pulling out of her mouth, Liam helped Becks stand up before lifting her onto the bed. He started to reach for a condom from his wallet, but she stopped him.

"I'm clean and have been on birth control for years," she reassured him.

Liam grinned in response. "I just had my annual physical right before this whole thing started."

"Then let's leave those condoms for those who aren't in an exclusive relationship with their Dom," Becks replied confidently.

"Outstanding idea," Liam growled as he climbed onto the bed, hooking Becks' knees over his elbows and holding her so that she was completely open to him. He could see that she was more than ready as her sex glistened with arousal. Without hesitation, he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed in until he was fully buried.

Groaning, Liam pulled out and thrust back in forcefully. Once they were home, he planned to spend days just fucking her over and over again while she remained naked, submitting to him. He increased his pace and began pounding into her with all of his strength. It felt so right to be with her, protecting her, dominating her, being inside her.

Ruthlessly and relentlessly, Liam hammered into Becks' pussy with everything he had, savoring the way she responded to him by raking her nails down his back and calling out hisname. As he neared climax, he felt the familiar tingle at the base of his spine and his balls drew up as Becks arched into him, her pussy clenching around his cock as he continued to thrust until he released his semen deep inside her, filling her up completely. Her pussy spasmed along his length as it milked every last drop from him.

Once finished, Liam collapsed on top of Becks momentarily before rolling off and pulling her close to him. They lay there in each other's arms, both exhausted and satisfied after their intense sexual encounter.

Chapter Eleven

Becks

The following morning, the quiet hum of the safe house was shattered in an instant as the door exploded off its hinges. Somehow all of the warning mechanisms must have been compromised. Becks instinctively dropped to the floor, her heart slamming against her ribcage like a caged bird desperate for escape. Dust and debris swirled through the air, creating a hazy fog of confusion and fear.

"Stay down!" Liam's command cut through the chaos, his voice a lifeline in the storm. She watched, almost in slow motion, how his muscles coiled, ready to spring into violent action. His eyes scanned the room with years of experience, assessing the threat.

Sophie had already left for Interpol, their temporary ally now absent in the moment of crisis. It should have been a routine day of deciphering codes and intercepted messages—a day of cerebral challenge rather than physical danger. But Sokolov and his men had other plans.

"Becks, behind me!" Liam shouted, positioning himself between her and the intruders who were streaming through the gaping maw that had once been a door. The sharp reports ofgunfire punctuated the air, bullets embedding themselves into the walls with deadly whispers.

"Ah, there you are," a menacing voice drawled, cutting through the din as if the sound of violence were mere background noise. Becks' gaze flickered towards the source. It was Sokolov, flanked by his goons, a sinister smile creeping across his face as his eyes locked on her. "Such a pretty little thing, hiding behind your handler. Don't worry, we'll take good care of you."

Liam moved with lethal grace, his body a weapon honed by years of training. Each punch, each block, each maneuver was executed with a dominant's precision—the same exactitude he applied to his craft in the shadowy world of BDSM. He was the whip master now, lashing out with controlled fury.

The air crackled with tension, thick with the stench of sweat and gunpowder. Becks' mind raced, trying to find some way to assist, to be more than a bystander in her own fate. Her hands itched to do something, anything, but her body remained frozen, caught in the terrifying tableau unfolding before her.

"Take him down!" Sokolov barked, and one of his men lunged at Liam with the cold intent of a predator focused on his prey. The thuds and grunts of hand-to-hand combat filled the space, a brutal concerto accompanying the struggle for survival.

"Stay back, Becks!" Liam warned without turning, his voice strained under the exertion. There was no doubt that he would lay down his life to protect her. And in that realization, she felt an unexpected surge of warmth amidst the terror—a connection that transcended their roles of protector and protected, Dom and submissive.

Despite the peril, despite the uncertainty, this man was her anchor, her safety within the storm. But even anchors could be ripped from their moorings, and in that breathless moment, asthe battle raged, Becks understood the true depth of the danger they faced.

"Your knight can't save you now," Sokolov sneered, stepping closer with the confidence of a man holding all the cards. He reached out, and Becks recoiled, not from the touch, but from the dark promise in his eyes.

"Touch her, and I swear...” Liam's threat was cut short as one of the thugs blindsided him, a heavy blow sending him staggering.

"Enough!" Sokolov snapped, his patience fraying. "Secure them. We don't have all day."

Becks' mind screamed for her to move, to fight, to escape, but her body refused to cooperate, paralyzed by the unfolding nightmare. As strong arms seized her, dragging her away from the man who had vowed to protect her, she clung to one hope—that somehow, Liam would find a way to engineer an escape.

"Let her go, you bastard," Liam spat, his fists clenching as if restraining the violence simmering within.

"Such fiery spirit," Sokolov mocked, his leer unmistakable. "But futile. I have plans for your pretty little submissive. A few days of amusement for me and my men."

Becks felt the bile rise in her throat, not from fear—though it was there, tightening its grip—but from the thought of those rough hands defiling the trust she held sacred in her submission. Yet her defiance sparked within her, a hidden strength fostered by the very vulnerability that Sokolov sought to exploit.

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