Chapter 4

Liam carried me all the way to my bed. The moment my back hit the mattress, his lips crashed onto mine. It was like a tidal wave—fierce, demanding, and utterly consuming. He parted my lips, his tongue taking dominant possession.

His technique felt a little unrefined, almost like it was his first time, but fueled by the alcohol, I was instantly turned on. My arms wrapped around his neck, my senses filled with his scent of cedarwood and rain.

Our breathing grew hot and heavy. I melted into his touch.

*Click.*

I unbuckled his belt.

Liam froze for a fraction of a second.

I let out a soft chuckle, my eyes full of teasing amusement:

"Wait... are the rumors true? Is the great Mr. Rutherford actually... incapable?"

"You can find out for yourself if I'm capable or not."

Liam's brow furrowed slightly. He leaned down again, and this time, his kiss was even more wild and possessive.

It felt as if he wanted to imprint his mark on every single inch of my skin.

His large, cool hands slid under my clothes, sending shivers down my spine as his touch grew deeper and more intense...

Once Liam got a taste, he didn't stop. He took me five times that night.

Incapable? He was more than capable. He was a beast.

By the end of it, I didn't have an ounce of strength left.

If it weren't for the obnoxious ringing of my doorbell the next morning, I probably would have slept until 3 PM.

I got out of bed and dragged my clothes on, my fingers still trembling slightly.

Liam opened his eyes, propping his head up with one hand. He looked incredibly satisfied, his dark eyes locking onto me like a predator.

I glared at him. In the vanity mirror, I could see my neck was covered in a constellation of dark purple hickeys.

I grabbed a scarf from the closet, wrapped it around my neck, and walked downstairs on shaky legs.

It was Carter.

I opened the door halfway, leaning against it lazily:

"What do you want?"

My voice sounded incredibly raspy and hoarse.

Carter’s face was dark and angry:

"You actually went through with canceling the wedding! Do you have any idea how bad my dad chewed me out? And my mom even called Daisy."

"What does that have to do with me? I told you, we are done."

Carter was about to yell, but suddenly he paused, his eyes narrowing in suspicion:

"Why is your voice so hoarse?"

"Do I really need to spell it out for you? You're a man of the world, Carter. You know exactly why."

As an experienced playboy, Carter instantly understood what I meant. The veins on his forehead bulged with rage:

"Who did you sleep with? Is that bastard upstairs right now?!"

"Mr. Vance, we are no longer together. You have absolutely no right to question me."

I was too exhausted to deal with his drama. I slammed the door shut in his face.

Carter kept pounding on the door like a madman, so I simply called apartment security to have him escorted out.

......

Later, Carter went out drinking with his frat brothers to blow off steam, calling me shameless.

Brad quickly tried to soothe his ego:

"Honestly, man, Sera is probably just trying to make you jealous. She's pretending to be with another guy so you'll chase after her."

"Yeah, I agree. It's just a classic hard-to-get game. If she really wanted to leave, she would have left a long time ago. She’s been following you around like a lost puppy for years."

Carter slammed his glass onto the table, downing his drink in one gulp.

"You're right. Sera can't live without me."

Meanwhile, I went back to my bedroom. Liam was standing by the window, shirtless, with a cigarette between his lips. His handsome features were partially veiled by the drifting smoke.

I walked up to him, grabbed the cigarette pack from the table, and put one between my lips.

I held his arm, leaned in, and lit mine against the glowing ember of his cigarette. I slowly exhaled a plume of white smoke.

Liam curled his lips into a smirk and asked:

"So, how was I?"

I tilted my chin up, meeting his gaze without blinking, my voice teasing:

"Pretty impressive. Though a bit unrefined. I could tell you were a virgin."