026: Becoming His Woman (3)

The man's wild aura and powerful presence instantly made the surroundings frigid, giving off an intangible sense of oppression.

Tara Summer instinctively retreated, unable to see his face in the darkness, yet she could still feel the man's penetrating gaze on her, heated and intense, as if she were naked.

She hugged her shoulders and blurted, "Don't you dare!"

Liam Yancey chuckled softly. Suddenly, he leaned forward to pin her down on the bed, his tall and robust body overshadowing her, making her feel suffocated.

The wild aura radiating from the man swept over her. Having learned her lesson from the last two incidents, Tara's reaction was almost a reflex. The first thing she did was to cover her lips with her hand and close her legs.

However, she inwardly cursed: Damn, he's getting addicted to this, isn't he?!

Liam found her quick reaction amusing. He smirked, the beautiful yet mischievous expression on his face showed interest, but the more she behaved this way, the more he wanted to conquer her.

With a slight exertion of force, he easily spread her legs. Tara, being stubborn, resisted deep down. After having been forced to spread her legs, she wrapped her legs tightly around his, clenching her thighs onto his, refusing to let go.

Liam squinted his eyes, his gaze held a dangerous message. With an unsparing grip, he held her slender waist tight with one hand, causing her to gasp for breath.

"Let go!" She tried to pull his arms away, but just as she did, he took the opportunity to kiss her.

Become my woman… Her mind went blank, echoing only this phrase he once said.

Seeing his domineering actions, was he determined to force her?

Why? Why her? She wasn't an exceptional beauty, so why did she have to be the one chosen?!

Tara didn't understand. As the temperature on her lips increased, she could no longer distract herself. She felt as if she was suffocating. Before she was aware, she opened her mouth, allowing him to take advantage of her...

He was wild and brutal, carrying the taste of bloodlust. Each time she struggled, he bit her, repeatedly, making her lips bleed.

The taste of fresh blood filled her mouth, oddly stirring up more excitement in him.

Liam had never been with a woman in that sense, you could call it a sort of 'fastidiousness'. He never allowed women to be within ten meters of him, except for his mother. There weren't many female servants in the Yancey's mansion, at most about twenty, all middle-aged women. Only Madam Yancey was tended to by them, otherwise, Liam would have shown them the door long ago.

As for his only female subordinate, Snow Eagle, he didn't think of her as a woman. Despite this, Snow Eagle never stood close to Liam and always maintained a distance from him.

For Liam, being physically close to a woman was a first, as was kissing a woman.

Perhaps, he didn't expect that when Tara appeared in his room that night in the extravagant house, he felt no repulsion. He approached step by step without any disgust.

She was his antidote, but her presence was disrupted by some assassins, and this damned woman dared to run away?

The woman Liam Yancey had set his sights on, he must have. She had no choice but to either die or be in his bed!

Unexpectedly, her body emitted a golden light last night. This might have been strange for others, but for Liam, it was merely a slight surprise.

There was a mysterious power within her. Had someone put a spell on her? Or…