Chapter 133 The Only Place You're Safe From Me

Chapter 133 The Only Place You're Safe From Me
CHAPTER 133

The Only Place You're Safe From Me

The knock on Selene’s front door was not a request; it was a demand.

When the young maid opened it, she didn't even have time to ask for a name. William strode past her, his presence consuming the hallway like a storm front.

His face was a mask of cold, architectural fury, his eyes devoid of anything resembling mercy.

"Is she home?" William’s voice was clipped, vibrating with a low-frequency danger that made the girl’s breath hitch.

"Yes, sir. In the drawing room," she stammered, stepping back to avoid being caught in his wake.

William didn't wait for a formal introduction. He marched into the drawing room, where the air was thick with the scent of expensive lilies and the underlying sharp note of red wine.

Selene was draped across a plush velvet sofa, scrolling through her phone.
A half-full bottle of Bordeaux sat on the coffee table beside a glass.

She looked up, her expression shifting from surprise to a predatory kind of delight.

"William? What a pleasant surprise. I didn't think you could—" she gestured to the maid with a flick of her wrist, dismissing her—"stay away for long."

Selene stood, favoring her "injured" ankle with a theatrical limp as she drifted toward him.

She reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, looking up at him with wide, deceptive eyes.

"Did you come to check on my poor ankle? It’s been throbbing since you left."

William didn't speak. He grabbed her wrists and shoved her backward.

Selene let out a yelp as she tumbled to the floor, her silk nightdress riding up as she stared at him in genuine shock.

Before she could utter a syllable of protest, William reached for the wine bottle.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he inverted it over her head.

Selene let out a piercing scream as the dark, cold liquid drenched her hair, stinging her eyes and soaking through the white silk of her nightdress like a spreading bloodstain.

She sputtered, wiping the wine from her face, her breath coming in panicked gasps.

"William! What are you—"

He didn't let her finish. He lunged forward, grabbing her by the upper arms and hauling her to her feet with such force she cried out in pain.

The commotion brought the household staff rushing into the room, their faces pale as they saw their mistress dripping with wine and clutched in the grip of a man who looked ready to dismantle the house with his bare hands.

"Ma'am? What's happening?" one of the maids cried out, stepping forward.

William turned his head, his gaze landing on them like a physical blow.

“If any of you take one more step closer, I'll make sure you pay with your hides. Now get out of my sight before I decide you're part of the problem.”

The maids blanched, the sheer lethality in his voice sending them scurrying back like frightened mice.

They vanished into the shadows of the hallway, leaving Selene alone with the monster she had awakened.

“You're hurting me!" Selene hissed, her voice cracking. "What did I do to deserve this?”

"Are you really going to play the ingenue right now?" William’s voice was a terrifying whisper, low and jagged.

He tightened his grip on her arms, shaking her violently. "You think you can touch my wife? You think you can threaten my child and I won't find out?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" she lied, though her eyes betrayed her. "I haven't done anything to deserve this!"

William let go of her arms only to wrap his fingers tightly around her throat. He shoved her back onto the sofa, hovering over her like an avenging shadow.

He squeezed just enough to make her realize how fragile her life truly was.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" he thundered, his face inches from hers.

"Who gave you the right to breathe the same air as Anna, let alone put your filthy hands on her? You think you can send her messages of rot and death and I’ll just sit back and watch?"

Selene’s eyes bulged, her hands clawing at his wrists as she struggled to draw breath.

The smell of the wine was cloying, and the pressure on her windpipe was absolute.

"Listen to me very carefully," William slapped her cheek, his voice dropping into a register that made the hair on her arms stand up.

"This isn't a conversation. This is a survival guide. If you so much as look in Anna’s direction—if you even whisper her name in your sleep—I will dismantle your life brick by brick.
I’ll cut those eyes out so you can never see her, and I’ll chop those hands off so you can never reach for her again."

Selene let out a choked, horrified sound, spots of light dancing behind her eyes as she began to lose consciousness.

"This was your fair warning," William whispered into her ear, the coldness of his tone more frightening than the shout.

“Because the next time I see you, I won't be using my hands. I’ll be using a shovel. And I will end you so completely that no one will ever find the pieces.”

He released her abruptly, throwing her to the floor.

Selene collapsed into a heap, gasping for air, her chest heaving as she coughed violently, her hand flying to her bruised throat.

William picked up the empty wine bottle and hurled it against the fireplace beside her.

It shattered with a deafening crack, glass shards raining down around Selene, who shrieked and scrambled away into the corner.

William threw her one last look of pure, acidic hatred—the kind that promised worse things to come if she ever crossed him again.

"Stay in the gutter where you belong, Selene. It’s the only place you're safe from me."

He walked out of the house without looking back, the sound of her sobs the only music to his ears.



Back at William's house, Anna sat on a high barstool in the kitchen.

She was slowly picking at a plate of fruit, but her mind was miles away, racing through the streets of London alongside William.

She wondered if he was still there. She wondered if he had stayed within the lines of the law, or if he had finally let the Fairchild darkness take the wheel.

I hope he didn't go too far, she thought, though a small, primal part of her hoped he had.

But then again, Selene is my project. She's the prize I’ve saved for myself.

The memory of William’s protectiveness earlier—the way he had looked at her like she was the only thing in the world worth saving—made her heart feel like it was being dipped in warm honey.

She finished her meal, rinsed her plate, and set it on the rack.

Her gaze drifted to the magnetic knife block. She reached out and pulled a chef's knife from its slot.

The blade was a sliver of polished silver, gleaming under the recessed lighting, cold and beautiful.

She turned it in her hand, testing the weight, feeling the balance of the steel. Its deadly potential.

It felt right. It felt like an extension of the anger she’d been carrying since the birds arrived.

She was so lost in the mesmerizing light on the blade that she didn't hear the door click or the soft footsteps on the hardwood.

"You could hurt yourself with that."

Anna let out a sharp gasp, the knife slipping from her fingers and clattering onto the floor.

She stepped back, whipping around as William rushed into the kitchen. He didn't look at the knife; his eyes were on her, searching for a cut or a scratch.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, his voice thick with concern.

Anna shook her head, her breath hitching. "I'm fine. I just... I didn't hear you come in. You scared the life out of me."

William bent down, picked up the knife, and slid it back into the block with a firm click.

"I never meant to frighten you," he said, his voice dropping into that deep, amused rumble.

He stepped behind her, wrapping his large hands around her waist and pulling her back against his chest.

Anna leaned into him, her hands covering his as the heat from his body seeped through her clothes.

"Are you hungry?" she asked softly.

"No," William murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "I’ve had enough bitterness for one day."

"Is it done?" Anna asked, turning slightly in his arms. "What happened with Selene?"

"She received a very clear, very loud warning," William said, his voice sending a tingle straight to her core.

"She won't be bothering you again.”

Anna tensed in his hold. “What did you do?”

William felt her stiffen and tightened his arms around her, voice low and soothing — the kind that sent pleasant tingles straight to her core.

“Relax. She’s still alive.”

I'm glad you didn't give her the Clara special, Anna thought, a dark smile ghosting her lips.

I wouldn't want someone else finishing my crossword puzzle. Selene is mine and mine alone to deal with.

She turned fully in his arms, looking up at him with eyes full of genuine, raw emotion.

"Thank you, Liam. For defending me. For being... you. Nobody has ever stepped up for me like that."

William’s expression softened into something incredibly tender. He cupped her face, his thumbs tracing her jawline.

“You never have to thank me for that, Anna. Protecting you is as natural to me as breathing. As long as my heart is beating, as long as there is blood in my veins, I am your shield. Always.”

The air between them grew heavy, charged with a sudden, electric heat.

Anna reached up, pulling his head down toward hers. When their lips met, it wasn't a gentle greeting; it was a desperate, passionate collision.

William responded instantly, his hands roaming over her back, pulling her so close she could feel the frantic thrum of his heart.

He groaned into the kiss, his hands sliding down to grip her ass.

He lifted her effortlessly, sitting her on the marble kitchen counter. Anna wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him back in, her fingers tangling in his hair.

William broke the kiss to trail a path of fire down her jaw, her neck, and into the dip of her collarbone.

Anna moaned, her head falling back as his mouth found the swell of her breast through the thin fabric of her nightdress, palming her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they tightened into sensitive peaks.

"William..." she moaned.

He groaned, his hand sliding into the silk of her dress, finding the curve of her thigh before moving higher.

She spread her legs wider in invitation, guiding one of his hands lower. William slipped his fingers beneath her panties, stroking her already soaked folds with slow, deliberate touches.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured against her lips, voice rough with desire.

He pulled her panties aside and slid two thick fingers inside her wet, aching heat,

Anna gasped, head falling back, a sharp cry of pleasure escaping her as he began to thrust—slow and deep at first, curling against that perfect spot inside her.

He fingered her with a slow, torturous rhythm that had her gripping the edge of the counter until her knuckles were white.

She rocked against his hand, soft moans spilling from her lips as the tension coiled tighter.

When she came, it was hard and intense, walls fluttering wildly around his fingers, body trembling as she cried out his name.

William withdrew his soaked fingers and licked them clean while watching her with dark, hungry eyes.

Anna watched transfixed, breathing ragged, arousal still pulsing through her.

He watched her for a heartbeat, his eyes dark with a feral hunger.

He unbuckled his belt and undid his zipper, and freed his erect, thick, pulsing cock.

He pulled her to the very edge of the counter, the head of his cock brushing against her entrance, teasing the sensitive folds.

He didn't thrust. He just rubbed against her, over and over, driving her to the brink. Driving her insane with need.

More arousal dripped from her as she whimpered helplessly.

“Please…” Anna gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

William whispered. His voice was pure sex, low and commanding.

“Please what? Tell me exactly what you want, sweetheart.”

Anna’s breath hitched, voice breathless and desperate. “Please fuck me… I need you inside me right now.”

"My pleasure,"

With a low, guttural groan he thrust in deep and smooth, filling her completely in one powerful stroke.

Anna moaned at the delicious stretch, her body stretching to accommodate him, it was the perfect mix of pleasure and pressure as he sheathed himself inside her.

William stayed buried for a long moment, savoring the tight heat of her, before he began to move—slow, deep rolls of his hips that dragged against every sensitive spot.

It was a torture of the best kind.

"As much as I like this pace... please... faster," she begged, her voice a breathless rasp.

He didn't need to be told twice. William picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming hard, deep, and rhythmic.

The sound of their bodies meeting was the only thing filling the room. William looked down, watching as his hard cock disappeared inside her and reappeared glistening with her arousal.

The sight seemed to break something inside him. He went feral, his strength becoming frightening as he pumped into her with a raw, primal power.

Anna let out a loud, high-pitched scream, her eyes rolling back. William stopped abruptly, his chest heaving, his eyes wide with sudden worry.

"Did I hurt you? Did I hurt the baby?"

Anna shook her head frantically, cupping his face, her smile dazed and blissful.

"No... no, it’s perfect. Don't stop. Please, William, don't you dare stop." She said in between breathless gasps.

With a low growl, William resumed the assault, his pace unrelenting and thorough.

Anna’s moans grew louder, unrestrained, her nails digging into his shoulders as he pounded into her with frightening strength and precision.

He pumped into her over and over, his hands gripping her hips to anchor her as she rode the waves of pleasure.

Anna could feel that familiar ache deep in her belly.

“I'm… oh god… I'm going to…”

"Come for me Anna.”

William commanded against the shell of her ear, his teeth grazing her earlobe sending another shockwave pleasure coursing through body.

That was all it took. His sultry command combined with relentless pounding friction exploded through Anna.

She screamed wordlessly, back arching sharply as she shattered around William's pistoning cock.

William followed soon after, finally reaching his peak.
He let out a guttural groan, coming deep inside her as Anna’s own climax still shattered what was left of her resolve.

They stayed like that for several minutes, chests heaving in the quiet kitchen.

Anna leaned her head against his shoulder, her voice a soft, exhausted needy whisper.

"Take me upstairs, Liam."

William smiled against her lips, lifted her easily into his arms, and carried her toward the bedroom without another word.