The CEO’s Masked Secret Wife

Hazel's POV

The moment we stepped into Liam's penthouse, his presence engulfed me completely. His strong arm wrapped around my waist from behind, pulling me against his solid chest while his other hand swept my hair aside. His lips found the exact spot on my neck where Levi had dared to kiss me earlier, and I shivered as his mouth claimed that patch of skin with fierce intensity.

"Listen to me carefully, Hazel," his voice was a low growl against my throat. "No man will ever touch you like that again. Not Levi, not anyone. You belong to me, completely and utterly. I don't care if you're furious or hurt right now, because you're mine. And I'm going to worship every single inch of your body until you forget that bastard ever laid a finger on you."

His possessive words sent heat spiraling through my core, but I wasn't about to let him off easily. I spun in his arms, my eyes blazing as I met his intense gaze.

"And what about you, Liam?" My voice shook with anger and desire. "Am I the only woman who gets to have you? Or are you going to keep crawling into bed with every slut who throws herself at you the moment I'm not watching?"

His jaw clenched, those violet-blue eyes darkening with something primal. "I'm yours, Hazel. Every damn part of me belongs to you. I don't remember what happened that night with Evelyn, but we're not discussing that right now. Right now, I'm going to show you exactly how much I've missed you, how much I need you, and I'm going to brand myself into your very soul."

Before I could respond, his mouth crashed against mine with desperate hunger. The kiss was raw, demanding, filled with weeks of pent-up longing and frustration. My back hit the entrance door as Liam pressed his hard body against mine, his hands roaming everywhere at once.

His fingers found the top of my strapless dress and yanked it down without ceremony, freeing my breasts to his hungry gaze. A moan escaped my lips as his large hands cupped and kneaded the sensitive flesh while his mouth continued its assault on mine. The sensation was overwhelming, electric currents shooting straight to my core.

Liam's hands slid down to grip the hem of my short dress, bunching the fabric around my waist. His mouth left mine to trail down my throat before latching onto my left breast, sucking and nipping like a man starved. I arched against the door, my fingers tangling in his dark hair as pleasure coursed through me.

I felt him shift slightly, then heard the unmistakable sound of fabric tearing. My panties fell to the floor in shreds, and Liam's hand immediately found my heated center, his fingers sliding through my wetness.

"You destroyed another pair of my underwear," I gasped between labored breaths, though my complaint lacked any real irritation.

I felt his lips curve into a wicked smile against my breast. "I fucking love doing that," he murmured before switching his attention to my right breast, his tongue swirling around the peaked nipple.

His free hand worked frantically at his belt and zipper, never breaking contact with my body. When he finally freed himself, I could feel his thick length pressing against my thigh, hot and demanding. He gripped my left leg and hooked it around his waist, positioning himself at my entrance.

"God, you're so wet for me, so perfect," he breathed against my skin, the head of his cock teasing my slick folds. "Tell me what you want, beautiful."

Something about his words struck a chord of familiarity deep in my mind, but I was too consumed with need to analyze it. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for him.

"I need you inside me now," I demanded, my voice barely recognizable with desire.

"Then look at me," he commanded softly.

Liam's stunning eyes locked with mine as he began to push into me slowly, deliberately. I watched his face as he filled me inch by torturous inch, his expression a mixture of reverence and raw lust. The sensation was indescribable, a burning fullness that seemed to touch my very soul. When he was buried completely inside me, he paused, his breathing ragged.

"Now I'm going to move," he warned, his voice rough with restraint.

He withdrew almost completely before slamming back into me with powerful force, his eyes never leaving mine. The intensity was staggering, like reliving a vivid dream. The familiarity made me want to close my eyes, but Liam wouldn't let me escape.

"Keep your eyes open, Hazel. Look at me and see how much I love you. Remember this moment, remember what you see in my eyes when we're connected like this."

I obeyed, drowning in the depths of his gaze as he began to move with increasing urgency. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body, and I wrapped my other leg around his waist, meeting his rhythm shamelessly. Our eyes remained locked in an intimate connection that went beyond the physical, binding us together in a way that felt sacred and eternal.

Nothing else existed in that moment. The world could have crumbled around us and I wouldn't have cared. I surrendered completely to him, to us, letting him mark every cell of my body as his own just as he'd promised.

I felt him pulsing inside me as my climax built, my inner walls clenching around his thickness. When the wave finally crashed over me, it was devastating in its intensity. White-hot pleasure exploded through every nerve, my vision blurring as I cried out his name. Liam followed me over the edge, his own release tearing through him as he buried himself deep one final time.

We stayed locked together, breathing heavily as we came down from our high. Liam remained inside me, holding me against the door as I melted in his strong arms.

"You're absolutely incredible," he whispered, slowly withdrawing from my sensitized body with agonizing care that made me want him all over again.

He lowered my legs gently before sweeping me up in his arms. "We're going to bed now, because I meant what I said about kissing every inch of you."

True to his word, Liam spent hours mapping my body with his mouth and hands. We made love repeatedly, each time more intense than the last, until we finally collapsed in an exhausted tangle of limbs. I fell asleep with my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

The next morning, I woke to Liam's lips trailing across my skin, reigniting the fire that had barely dimmed. He moved inside me with lazy, deep strokes until I was writhing beneath him. Then he rolled us over, settling me on top of him with a satisfied grin.

I rode him with abandon, reveling in the power I felt watching him lose control beneath me. His hands gripped my breasts, then my waist, helping guide my movements as we chased our release together. When he finally shattered, the sight of his ecstasy triggered my own climax, and I collapsed against his chest with a satisfied smile.

Even our shower together turned into another passionate encounter, with Liam pressing me against the tile wall as he took me from behind, driving me to yet another mind-blowing orgasm that left me trembling and gasping his name.

Later, as we sat down for breakfast, Liam pulled out my chair like a perfect gentleman. "How about we pick up Leo after this and take him for a walk?"

I sighed, trying to gather my scattered thoughts. "Liam, we need to talk without you constantly seducing me."

His grin was absolutely sinful. "Why? Don't you enjoy it when I'm loving you?"

"That's exactly the problem," I admitted, earning an even wider smile. "I love it too much. But I'm still hurt by what you did. You doubted me and then you slept with that woman."

His expression grew serious. "I know I screwed up badly, and I'll spend forever making it up to you. But about Evelyn, I honestly don't remember anything. I was completely wasted and woke up on my couch with her draped over me. I kicked her out immediately. Hazel, I was so drunk I probably couldn't have performed even if you'd been there. I don't even know if what she claimed actually happened."

"Why did you drink so much?"

"Because I was going crazy thinking I'd lost you forever. Please, Hazel, forgive me. Let's start fresh."

I struggled with conflicting emotions. "I don't know what to think, Liam. The way she acted so familiar with you at the mall, like she belonged there, it really hurt."

"And how do you think I felt watching Levi touch you yesterday? Seeing him kiss your neck made me want to commit murder. Let's put an end to this before we destroy each other completely."

His phone rang, interrupting our conversation. When he didn't immediately answer, I rolled my eyes. "Let me guess, your cockblocking friend again?"

Liam laughed and picked up the call. Damian was inviting us to spend the day at his pool, which actually sounded perfect given the heat. After breakfast, we headed to my apartment to collect Leo, who practically vibrated with excitement in Liam's arms. Liam invited Miranda to join us, offering to watch Leo so she could relax, but she graciously declined, saying she had plans to visit a friend.