Chapter 45:
Liam's POV
"So, what happens now?" I asked, my gaze lingering on his still-standing, thick, heavy dick. The more I stared at it, the more I felt the heat coil deep inside me, an unrelenting hunger that refused to be ignored.
I exhaled deeply, frustration gnawing at my bones. We were here, talking about how everyone wanted me dead, and yet, all I could think about was Zeke's cock—thick, commanding, and utterly mesmerizing.
"What do you mean, what happens?" he questioned, standing up, letting me take in his full glory. My breath hitched as my eyes darted from his sculpted chest down to the heavy length between his legs.
My mind battled between reason and desire. Should I focus on the weight of his words, the chaos surrounding us, or should I drown in the way he stood before me—powerful, unbothered, and completely in control?
He took a slow step toward me. My heart pounded, my skin prickling with anticipation. His presence alone had my pulse racing.
