The word wasn't shouted, but the cold, absolute finality in her voice snapped Liam's jaw shut.
Her hand slid up from his collarbone, her cool, soft fingers wrapping firmly around the front of his throat.
She didn't squeeze hard enough to cut off his air, but the firm, possessive pressure was unmistakable.
Her eyes flashed with something dangerous and hot as she pulled him down an inch toward her face.
"You need to be reminded who you belong to when you are under this roof," she whispered, her warm breath tasting like sweet espresso against his lips. "You've been spending too much time out in the world, Liam. You're getting arrogant. Unruly."
Liam's heart hammered against his ribs, a dark, heavy electric charge snapping through his veins.
He hated how easily she stripped away his control, how a single look from her could turn his hard-fought arrogance into liquid heat.
