Liam's hands slid under her dress, hiking it up, revealing black lace panties, his thumbs brushing her inner thighs, teasing, eliciting a sharp cry. "Look at you," he growled, his lips trailing to her ear, his breath hot, his fingers bold. "Bet you're dripping for me, aren't you? Say it, Cassandra."
Her moan was primal, her body trembling, her hands working his jeans, freeing him, her fingers wrapping around his length, stroking, feeling him throb, thick and ready. "I'm soaked," she purred, her voice sultry, her lips brushing his, her hand moving with torturous slowness. "I want your cock, Liam. Gonna fuck you so good you'll forget your name."
He laughed, his hands ripping her panties, his fingers teasing her, finding her wet and aching, stroking her clit, making her cry out, her hips bucking. "Fuck, you're ready," he growled, his lips trailing to her neck, sucking, marking her with a bruise, his fingers slipping inside, curling, hitting her spot, driving her wild. "Want me to fuck you here, baby? Make you scream for me?"
Her cry was sharp, her body arching, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling hard. "Yes," she gasped, her voice raw, her lips finding his in a fierce kiss, her tongue teasing, her teeth grazing. "Fuck me, Liam. Make it rough."
The bar became their arena, Liam lifting her onto it, glasses crashing to the floor, her legs spreading, her dress bunched at her waist, exposing her glistening core. He knelt, his lips trailing down her stomach, kissing the soft skin above her hip, his tongue flicking, teasing, her hands gripping his hair, urging him lower. "Eat me," she growled, her voice a command, her hips rocking, her thighs trembling. "Make me come, Liam."
His growl was feral, his lips closing around her clit, sucking gently, his tongue swirling, relentless, his fingers sliding inside, curling, hitting her spot, moving in rhythm with his mouth. Cassandra's cries were unrestrained, her hips bucking, her nails raking his scalp, her body trembling as pleasure coiled tight, her voice a litany of gasps and pleas. "Fuck, your mouth," she moaned, her thighs clamping around his head, her body arching. "Don't stop. Make me scream."
He didn't, his tongue relentless, his fingers pumping, his groans vibrating through her, sending jolts of pleasure. Her climax hit like a tidal wave, her scream echoing, her body shaking, her hands gripping his hair, holding him there as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her breath ragged, her skin flushed.
Liam rose, his lips glistening, his eyes dark with hunger, his hands freeing himself fully, his erection straining, thick and ready. "You're fucking gorgeous when you come," he growled, pulling her to the edge of the bar, her legs wrapping around him, guiding him to her entrance. "But I'm gonna fuck you now, Cassandra. Ready for me?"
She moaned, her body still humming, her hips pushing forward, inviting him. "Fuck me," she gasped, her voice raw, her eyes meeting his in the bar's mirrored backdrop, her lips parted. "I want you deep, Liam. Make me yours."
He thrust into her, filling her completely, her cry sharp and primal, the bar creaking under their weight. His rhythm was relentless, each thrust deep and punishing, her moans filling the villa, her body rocking to meet him, the slap of skin a primal symphony. His hands roamed her body, one sliding to her breast, pinching her nipple through the dress, the other between her thighs, teasing her clit, making her tremble. "You're so fucking tight," he growled, his lips trailing to her shoulder, biting, marking her. "Love how you take my cock, baby. Gonna make you come again."
Her cries were frantic, her body trembling, her nails digging into his shoulders, drawing blood. "Harder," she gasped, her voice raw, her hips slamming back, meeting his thrusts. "Fuck, Liam, make me scream."
He laughed, his pace brutal, his fingers circling her clit, driving her higher. "You're mine tonight," he growled, his lips at her ear, his breath ragged. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you."
Her second climax hit like a storm, her scream echoing, her body shaking, her walls tightening around him, milking him, her breath ragged, her skin slick with sweat. Liam followed, his groan raw, spilling inside her, his body shuddering, their bodies collapsing onto the bar, breathless, tangled, marked by nails and teeth.
They lay there, the villa silent, their bodies slick, Cassandra's dress bunched, Liam's shirt discarded, jeans open. Her hand trailed to his chest, her fingers tracing his scar, her voice low, sated but calculated. "You're something else," she said, her smile coy, her eyes hiding her mission.
Liam laughed, his voice rough, his hand brushing her hair. "You're a fucking wildfire," he said, unaware of the hidden camera in the chandelier, its red light blinking, capturing every moment for Damian's blackmail.
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Back in the city, Isabelle cornered Marcus in a private lounge, her crimson blouse unbuttoned, her voice sultry. "Your accounts, Marcus," she said, her hand grazing his arm. "Elena Voss is your puppet master. What's your endgame?"
Marcus's smile was sharp, his hand stopping hers. "You're relentless," he said, his voice low, stepping closer. "I'm playing for me, Isabelle. Push harder, and you'll burn."
Her eyes flashed, frustration surging, but she stepped back, her smile venomous. "I'll have you," she said, turning away, her mind plotting.
Damian, in a dimly lit safehouse, reviewed the footage, his smile cold. Liam's disgrace was his leverage, a weapon to pressure Blackwood Enterprises, but he needed more—Elena Voss's plans, Marcus's moves. He texted Cassandra: *"Keep him hooked. We're not done."*
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The city's skyline shimmered under a moonless night, its neon veins pulsing with secrets, a stark contrast to the humid stillness of Barbados, where Liam Blackwood's exile festered. In a sleek penthouse atop a rival conglomerate's tower, Elena Voss stood before a wall of monitors, her raven hair pulled into a severe bun, her tailored black blazer and pencil skirt accentuating her sharp silhouette, her dark eyes glinting with cold precision. At 42, Elena was a corporate predator—calculating, relentless, her beauty a mask for a mind honed by decades of outmaneuvering rivals. Raised in a working-class London suburb, she'd clawed her way through Oxford on sheer grit, building Voss Industries into a global powerhouse. Her motive was singular: to dismantle Blackwood Enterprises, not just for profit but for revenge. Years ago, Victor's father, Edward Blackwood, had sabotaged her first venture, leaving her bankrupt and humiliated, a betrayal she'd vowed to repay by toppling his legacy.
Elena's plan was a masterstroke of corporate warfare: sabotage Blackwood's imminent merger with a tech giant, tank their stock, and acquire their assets at a fraction of their worth. Marcus Kane, Blackwood's ambitious CFO, was her inside man, his offshore accounts funded by her to leak critical data. But Marcus's delays and Isabelle Voss's (no relation) probing had forced Elena to recruit a new partner: Adrian Locke, a 38-year-old cybersecurity expert and former MI6 operative with a knack for digital sabotage and a personal grudge against Victor. Adrian's sister, a Blackwood employee, had been scapegoated in a past scandal, driving her to ruin, and his alliance with Elena was fueled by a shared hunger for retribution. Tonight, Elena, Marcus, and Adrian would finalize their strategy, while across the city, Eva and Victor faced their own reckoning, and Isabelle closed in on Marcus's secrets.
In her apartment, Eva stood by a window, her navy cashmere sweater and jeans a soft contrast to the storm in her heart, the silver bracelet Victor gave her a fragile anchor to his love. Her forged credentials teetered on exposure, and Isabelle's boardroom attack had sown doubt among Blackwood's board. Liam's exile in Barbados, drowning in whiskey after Eva's leaked scandal, was a guilt she couldn't shake, and Victor's questions about her hidden file gnawed at her. Tonight, Eva would bare a partial truth to Victor, hoping to salvage their bond, unaware of Elena's escalating plot and the new player threatening their empire.