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"Stop saying you're sorry," Liam's voice slices through the room, firmer now, an edge of frustration lacing his words.

"Sorry," I mumble again, my heart sinking as I realize my mistake.

The word slips out before I can catch it, a reflex I can't seem to control. My eyes dart up to his, wide and filled with a mixture of fear and apprehension. It's like an involuntary plea for forgiveness, expecting him to lash out with a reprimand for my incessant apologies.

He takes a deliberate step closer, closing the space between us until I can feel the heat radiating from his body. His hand lifts, and suddenly his fingers are there, gently yet firmly grippingmy chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. My breath catches, trapped in my throat, my pulse racing at the unexpected contact.

"Are you trying to piss me off?" he asks, his voice low and controlled, but with an underlying thread of something that sends a shiver down my spine— not of fear, but of anticipation.

“No,” I reply. “I just… I wanted to…”

"I’m starting to think you wanted this, Shiloh," Liam's voice is dangerously low, a harsh growl, his thumb brushing lightly against my jawline. "Do you want me to punish you?"

I swallow hard, the room suddenly feeling too small, the walls inching closer. The intensity in his eyes holds me captive, and for a moment, I’m lost in the depths of the storm brewing within them.

The intensity of his gaze is overwhelming, and under it, I feel strangely bare, as if he can see through all my defenses.

He's too close, too much, and yet not nearly enough. My mind races, thoughts tumbling over each other in their haste. This isn't just about the room, the bed, or the fact that he's my billionaire boss who should be off-limits. It's about this unexpected, electrifying connection that's pulling me towards him like a force of nature I can't resist.

Like this was all inevitable.

My lips part, but no sound emerges. I'm a mix of everything forbidden and longed for, standing here on the precipice of something that could very well shatter the world as I know it. But in this moment, with his hand on my chin and his eyes boring into mine, I don't care about the consequences.

"Shiloh?" Liam's voice is a low rumble, filled with impatience and something else— a challenge. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

I take a shaky breath, teetering on the edge of reason and caution. And then, without fully understanding the gravity of my words, I lean into the dangerous space between us and whisper the word that seals my fate.

"Yes."

Chapter thirteen

Liam

From the moment wewalked into this motel room, I knew this was inevitable.

Fuck.

From the moment I saw her in my office on her first day, I knew I would claim her.

I grip Shiloh’s chin, lifting her to her feet. "Turn around and bend over," I growl low, the words slipping from my mouth like a secret meant only for her ears.

She follows the command without hesitation, her body obedient yet teeming with a silent challenge that's been brewing between us since she first walked into my office. As she bends, hands flat on the mattress, I struggle to keep my composure.

My palms land on her hips, fingers fumbling with the fabric of her sweats as I hook them around the waistband. This isn't just about lust—it's about crossing a line we've been toeing for too long.

"Stay still," I command, even though it's myself I'm trying to rein in.

I tug her sweats down just enough for the soft cotton of her panties to come into view. There’s a wet spot on them even from these brief moments of tension, from our argument, and the sight of her, exposed like this and aroused just from talking to me, ignites something primal within me.

Her breathing comes out ragged and uneven, a symphony to my ears that tells me all I need to know.

She's as lost in this moment as I am.

"Fuck," I mutter under my breath at the sight of her ass, the curve of her thighs. Shiloh wants this, craves me—it's written in every shake of her breath, every tense line of her body waiting for what's next.

My hands glide over the smooth skin of her ass; the anticipation hangs heavy in the room.

Right. I said I was going to punish her.

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