Chapter 71 Not A Normal-Liam Rage.

Chapter 71 Not A Normal-Liam Rage.
~SCARLETT.
My feet were glued to the fucking soil. 
I couldn’t take my eyes off the tall grass, swaying like it was mocking how completely terrified I’d become. My chest heaved, and every pulse thudded so loudly I could swear Liam could hear it.
Judging by the low, humorless laugh he exhaled against my neck… he could.
“What’s the matter, doll?” he hissed. “All that fire you had earlier… gone now. Shaking like some frightened little leaf. Where’d your bravado disappear to?”
Before I could even blink, his teeth clamped onto the shell of my ear, and a strangled, humiliating muffled gasp left me as an unwelcome shiver crawled straight to my core, forcing my lady bits to tingle despite myself.
And of course he felt it.
Of course he did.
The bastard didn’t even need to speak; I felt the curl of his smirk in the way his lips hovered against my skin.
No.
Abso-fucking-lutely not.
That tiny, shameful shiver was all it took to snap me back.
Bucking hard, I twisted against him, kicking at the grass as panic and fury crashed together inside my chest.
“Mmmph..!” I screamed into his hand, a chaotic, angry scramble of noise.
“There she is,” he murmured, sounding far too satisfied. “My little wildfire.”
His grip cinched tighter around my wrists, as he added, low and cruel, “But you really should be grateful that I stopped at the kid’s car, doll. I could’ve kept going, you know? Could’ve put him in a fucking body bag instead.”
Red coloured my vision.
I muffle-shrieked every insult I could claw to mind into his hand, spitting out every name–deranged, psychopathic, stalking piece of shit–that existed in the English language.
The prick didn’t so much as twitch. Didn’t even adjust his damn breathing. He just held me like my entire meltdown was a gentle summer breeze.
When my screaming reached its peak–or maybe he’d simply grown tired of the mess my spit was making on his palm, he sighed.
“Tell you what,” he said, far too calm. “I’ll take my hand off your mouth… if you can promise you won’t make me regret it.”
I shook my head violently–hell fucking no–and yelled even harder.
“Suit yourself,” he said.
And that was it.
He didn’t argue. Didn’t snap. Didn’t manhandle more than he already was.
He just let me scream myself hoarse.
It was terrifying as hell how calm he was being. This wasn’t normal-Liam rage.
This was quiet, loaded, waiting-to-detonate Liam.
And I had no damn clue what he was planning.
Eventually my body gave out. My throat burned, my lungs ached, and my legs were all wobbly. The screams faded to little tired whimpers behind his hand.
He caught it instantly.
“Oh? You’re done?” he asked lightly. “No, don’t stop on my account. Really, keep going.”
I wanted to do more than scream. I wanted to stab this asshole in his stupidly handsome face. Twice.
But my voice? Yeah, she’d officially clocked out.
He felt the moment I gave up trying, because he hummed a smug little, “That’s what I thought,” and only then did he finally drag his hand away from my mouth, though his grip on my wrists didn’t budge an inch.
I gasped in a shaky, uneven breath, but before I could say anything, he rasped, “Did you enjoy it?”
“What?” I barely got out.
He gritted the next words between clenched teeth. “Your kiss with that fucking kid. Did. You. Enjoy. It?”
What even was this question?
If I said I saw it coming, I’d be lying my ass off.
But I’d rather burn in hell than tell him the truth.
So I said, steady as I could, “Yes. I did.”
I felt his body tense instantly, and knowing Liam, I was certain his jaw was flexing hard. Good. 
I added, “It was the best kiss I’ve ever had. My body–everything–it felt…”
Then I wove a story full of fake details, fake heat, fake emotion–fake everything.
All of it meant to slice him open.
His breathing grew heavier… angrier…
So I kept going.
When I finally felt I’d hit my mark, I stopped. The silence that followed afterward was real thick. I was grinning from ear to ear, smug as hell.
“Hm,” Liam said at last. “I see.”
I stared, stupefied. “You…see?”
“Yeah.” 
I was still trying to process the reaction I definitely hadn’t expected–until leather slid over my wrists and yanked me back to the present.
What the…?
Did the asshole just use his belt to tie my hands?!
“What the fuck are you doing?!” I shrieked–well, as close to a shriek as my sandpaper throat could manage.
“Fixing a problem you just confessed to, doll. ” 
My pulse slammed to a stop. “What problem?!”
“You said that boy made your body feel a certain way,” he said.
“Well, that means I need to retrain it. Make it remember who it reacts to.”
“Are you out of your goddamn–”
I never got to finish because his hands closed over my breasts, squeezing hard enough to rip an involuntary gasp from my throat. My nipples tightened instantly against my bra, betraying me in the worst way possible.
“Don’t touch me,” I spat, breath shaking. “Liam, I swear–Lucas will find me. And when he does, he’ll-he’ll-”
“Oh, even better,” Liam growled.
A hand left my boob only to wrap around my throat, forcing my head back until my eyes locked onto his dark and bottomless and unhinged ones.
“Let him find us,” he murmured. “I’d love to tie his little ass down and let him watch how your body is supposed to react to a real man.”
A chill knifed through me at those words.
He was insane.
Utterly fucking insane.
“Speaking of that kid…” Liam’s voice was coated with venom as his other hand slid down my body, slow and teasing, “…where is he?”
My pussy clenched so hard I almost groaned. Only my erratic breathing gave me away.
“His date has been missing for a while,” Liam taunted. “Funny how I don’t hear him screaming your name. Maybe he realized he was a scared little piss and crawled under a rock to cry.”
“He-he-”
“RED!” came Lucas’s scream before I could finish my stutter.
Liam’s lips curled into a devilish smirk.
“Well.” His tongue dragged across his lower lip as his wandering hand traveled up my thigh, slipping beneath my dress and stopping right at my thong‑covered clit. “Look at that. Right on time.”
He leaned close enough that his breath hit my mouth. “Now’s your chance to scream as loud as you want, green eyes.”
Then he shifted my thong aside and slid a finger into my soaking cunt.