Val_Sparks

“Why are you fighting this, Patricia? What are you afraid of?” He stalked towards me until my back hit the wall. My legs wobbled in lustful resignation.

“Liam, Liam please…” I cried out breathlessly. His hands cupped my face and his softness of his beautiful eyes melted me inside out.

“Please what? Tell me what you want, say it. Don't make me keep begging.” I couldn't think anymore and he pulled me to him. I felt the heat from his body burn me ruthlessly.

“I don't know, I just–”

“Then let me love you. Let me touch you. Let me kiss you like I've been dying to kiss you since we met at your exhibition. Let me in, please. I'll take care of you, just, don't push me away anymore. I can't take it.”

I looked up at him, and I couldn't bear it anymore. Taking in a ragged breath, I crashed my lips against his.

…..

My ex-husband cheated on me, arrested me and sent me to a psychiatric hospital. As a grumpy heiress, the whole world failed to see the injustice and was excited to witness my downfall. 

But I've always been Patricia Lynn, and I can never be hidden away. After getting rescued by a savior that wanted my intelligence in return, I'm back and full of rage, so I will repay them all!

I will never fall for another man.
 Love made one weak! 

But my savior, oh my savior, the rich mogul, Liam Colloway, was warming his way into the delicate skin between my legs and I fear, my heart too…

The Revenge Of The Grumpy Heiress!

"Are you being serious right now?" I stared hard at him, unblinking. How dare he ask me that?

"Yes. Let's dance. There's live music and it looks fun, I mean look at the cowboys having fun." He looked around us, and I did the same but still felt nothing.

"Yeah but we aren't cowboys. No thank you." I said, sinking back into my seat.

I dismissed him and picked up the remnants of the alcohol to drink when he suddenly pulled me up and made me follow him to the dancefloor

"What are you doing? Stop this instant!"

I yelled, his grip on my wrist like iron as he dragged me, my anger getting hotter and hotter until scorching.

He wasn't listening. The minute we arrived there, he placed my hands on each of his shoulders, grabbed my waist and pulled me to him. When my body touched him, it heated. The body contact was platonic on the outside, but it felt so sensual as we began to sway to the music. His eyes were on mine the whole time.

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