Predator

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Liam leaned against the bedhead, watching Amelia intently. He rummaged in the bedside drawer, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. Tearing off the plastic wrapping, he put one in his mouth. Amelia had never seen him smoke before. He handed her a lighter, mumbling through the cigarette, "Light it."

With trembling hands, she managed to light the cigarette for him. He inhaled, the nicotine burning his throat as he exhaled. Through the thin veil of smoke, he looked at her, extending his arm until the ash grew long.

"Do you need me to teach you how to please a man?"

Amelia lifted herself slightly, slowly sliding down on him. "Again!" Liam commanded. With her hands tied behind her, she couldn't brace against him, moving painfully slowly, licking his chest. It wasn't just Amelia enduring discomfort; Liam was sweating profusely.

He growled low, like a beast, his large hand kneading her small buttocks. He couldn't move, having tricked her into taking the initiative, savoring every moment. "Be good, and I'll take you somewhere tomorrow."

Amelia's interest was piqued. "Where?"

"To make a delivery."

He didn't elaborate further, gripping her neck, forcing her down. When she next opened her eyes, sunlight filled the room, and she watched the dust motes dance in the light.

"Awake?" Liam's voice was clear, a hint of casual sensuality in it. He seemed to have been awake for a while. He bent down to suck her breast. "Go take a shower."

"Get ready, we're going out."

After washing up, the cool air cleared Amelia's mind. She carefully buttoned the shirt Liam handed her up to the top, hiding all the suggestive marks on her skin. "Are we making a delivery today?"

Liam gently squeezed her wet hair with a towel. "Found a buyer for yesterday's goods."

Amelia's face turned pale. Liam sensed her tension and spoke again, understandingly. "I remember, you were a buyer once, weren't you?"

His tone was certain, making Amelia realize that this serpent had targeted her from the moment she stepped into the factory, seeing through her disguise, its forked tongue flicking, revealing its fangs, and harboring the intent to capture.

"What are you trying to say?"

He leaned close to her ear. "I'm saying, the person who sent you is worthless."