You Used To Like It Rough

Deborah would have been okay if Liam just wanted to have a fling with her. He was ten times nicer to her than Austyn. She was even thinking about leaving Austyn for him. But then Liam told her the truth. He said that she was nothing but a pawn. That all the stuff he did with her was just for show, to taunt and humiliate Austyn. That he’d never truly loved her. Deborah outlived her usefulness after Austyn called off the engagement. Liam cast her aside without mercy. He was a heartless bastard, cruel to the core. Deborah grew to be afraid of him. And she carried that fear with her for seven years. Now that Liam was standing in front of her, the familiar, suffocating fear was back in full force. Deborah’s body shook uncontrollably. He had one hand on her chest and the other around her neck. Like he wanted to fondle her and strangle her at the same time. His eyes had the physical force of a lance, transfixing her to the spot. Liam’s hand had slipped under her dress, caressing, stroking, se