Chapter 1: The Confrontation Ignites
The moment I stepped into my father’s sleek Boston office, the air thickened with unspoken history. I’d spent months tracking him down, fueled by the stories my mother told—stories laced with both longing and bitterness. Now, here he was: Liam O’Connor, the man who’d left her pregnant and alone, standing before me with a devilish smirk and piercing dark eyes that seemed to strip me bare.
“You must be Mei,” he drawled, his voice a low, dangerous purr as he leaned against his mahogany desk. “I see your mother in every inch of you—those fierce cat eyes, that golden skin. But the blonde hair? That’s mine.”
I clenched my fists, heat rising to my cheeks. “Don’t act like you know me, Liam. I’m here to call you out for what you did to her. How could you just abandon her—abandon us?” My voice cracked with rage, but his gaze didn’t waver. Instead, he stepped closer, circling me like a predator assessing its prey.
“Abandon?” He chuckled, a sound that sent an unwelcome shiver down my spine. “Sweetheart, I was a horny teenager chasing a beautiful girl. I said what I needed to get what I wanted. Love? That was never in the cards.”
His words slapped me, sharp and cold, but I didn’t flinch. “So, I’m just the byproduct of your cheap thrill? You’re disgusting.” I spat the words, stepping forward until we were inches apart, my breath hitching as his scent—woodsy, masculine—invaded my senses.
“Disgusting?” His smirk widened as he tilted his head, eyes glinting with something dark and hungry. “Yet here you are, Mei. Not for money, not for apologies. What do you really want from me?”
I froze, my heart pounding like a drum. I’d come to confront him, to hate him, but standing there, I felt it—a pull, raw and undeniable, inherited from my mother’s unspoken desires. My gaze dropped to his lips, then back to those eyes that seemed to see right through me. “Maybe I want to understand why she couldn’t let you go,” I whispered, my voice betraying a tremor of need.
Liam’s hand reached out, brushing a strand of blonde hair from my face, his touch electric. “Careful, darling. You’re playing with fire.”
“Then burn me,” I shot back, my defiance masking the ache building inside. Before I could think, I closed the gap, my hands gripping his collar as I crushed my lips against his. He didn’t hesitate, kissing me back with a ferocity that made my knees weak, his large hands roaming down my back, gripping my ass with a possessive hunger.
“You’re my daughter,” he growled against my mouth, but there was no hesitation, only heat as he pressed himself against me. I could feel him—hard, throbbing, a monstrous presence that both thrilled and intimidated me.
“And you’re a bastard,” I retorted, my fingers already working at his shirt buttons, desperate to feel the muscular chest my mother had described in aching detail. “But I’m not here to play family. I want you, Liam. Right now.”
His laughter was dark, approving, as he yanked my blouse open, buttons scattering across the floor. “Then let’s not waste time, Mei. I’ve got a cock that’s been aching for a fight like this.”
We stumbled backward, shedding clothes with reckless abandon, until the cool carpet met my bare skin. He loomed over me, his gaze raking over my body as I spread my legs, daring him. “Don’t just stare,” I snapped, my voice thick with lust. “Show me what you’ve got.”
Liam’s grin was feral as he positioned himself, his hard length pressing against my dripping entrance. My breath hitched, anticipation and nerves warring within me. This was no gentle reunion—it was a collision, a claiming, and I was ready to take every inch of it.
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