scene 3

“Did you have a good day, my love?” he asked timidly, trying to break the heavy, suffocating silence.

Serena didn’t even look at him. Her hands gripped the steering wheel like she wanted to tear it apart. “Who was that boy, Liam?”

The question was quiet, but the threat in it was deafening. Liam swallowed hard, his face turning bright red. “W-Which boy? You mean… Julian? He’s just… just a classmate, Serena. We were talking about the assignment, that’s all. He didn’t mean anything.”

“He touched you.” Serena’s voice dropped lower, rough with jealousy and rage. “He put his filthy hands on my arm. He made you laugh. I saw you, Liam. You smiled at him. That smile is mine. Your skin is mine. Every single reaction of yours belongs to me alone. Do you think I allow other people to take what is mine?”

“I-I’m sorry,” Liam whispered, his eyes filling with tears. He knew he had been careless. He knew how she was, how fiercely she claimed everything about him. “I didn’t think… I didn’t mean to make you angry. I just didn’t want to be rude. I’m sorry, Serena. Truly.”

“Sorry isn’t enough.” She turned her head just enough to glare at him, her eyes dark and hungry. “You belong to me, Liam. Every inch of you. And when you forget that… when you let others think they can have even a tiny piece of what is mine… I have to punish you. I have to remind you exactly who you belong to, until you can’t think of anyone else but me.”

Liam shivered, but there was no real fear in his heart — not of her, anyway. He knew exactly what that meant. He knew that when Serena got like this, consumed by jealousy and possessiveness, the only way to calm her down was to let her take control completely, to let her mark him over and over again until every part of him smelled of her, until his voice was hoarse from screaming her name, until he was too exhausted and overwhelmed to even remember anyone else existed. And truth be told… he loved it. He loved being claimed by her. He loved that no matter what, she wanted him with such terrifying intensity. He nodded obediently, lowering his eyes.

“I understand, Serena. I’ll take my punishment. Whatever you think is right.”

The drive after that was silent, heavy with anticipation and dark desire. The moment the elevator doors to her penthouse slid shut behind them, Serena moved. She locked the door behind her, and then she was on him, her hands grabbing his waist, shoving him roughly against the wall, her body pressing hard against his. She didn’t kiss him gently like she usually did. This time, her mouth crashed against his, hard, demanding, possessive, her tongue pushing past his lips instantly, claiming his mouth thoroughly, like she wanted to consume him entirely.

Liam melted instantly against her, his hands clutching the lapels of her jacket, his body pliant and willing, letting her take whatever she wanted.

“You are mine,” she growled against his skin, biting hard on the soft, sensitive spot right where his neck met his shoulder — hard enough to leave a mark that would last for days, a dark, bruising claim that everyone would see. “Mine. Mine. Mine. Do you understand? I don’t care if they are classmates, or teachers, or anyone else. You do not let them touch you. You do not smile at them like that. You belong only to me.”

“I know,” Liam gasped, his head falling back, giving her better access, his whole body trembling with excitement and submission. “I know, Serena. I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I promise.”

“Too late for promises now, sweet boy,” she whispered, her hands already moving, tearing at his clothes with rough, impatient fingers, not caring if buttons flew or fabric ripped. “You need to be taught a lesson. You need a night so wild, so rough, so completely mine, that you will never, ever dare let anyone else get close to you again.”

And true to her word, she gave him exactly that night.

It was hours of overwhelming, consuming pleasure, rough and fierce and utterly possessive. Serena took him everywhere — against the wall, over the back of the sofa, on the floor, finally carrying him to her huge bed. She was merciless. She didn’t let him rest. She didn’t let him look away from her face for even a second. Every touch was firm, claiming; every kiss was hard and biting; every word she whispered against his skin was a reminder of who owned him. She marked every inch of his pale skin with dark bruises and love bites, visible marks that told the whole world exactly who he belonged to.

To be continued...

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