Liam's fingers tightened around Irina's throat.
His grip was firm, controlled. Not crushing, but strong enough that she could feel the pressure immediately. His other hand locked around her waist, fingers digging into her side as he pulled her close, keeping her body pinned against his.
She was trapped.
At least, that was what Liam thought.
A slow smile formed on his face.
"I guess I won."
For a brief moment, Irina did not resist.
She did not struggle. She did not panic. Her eyes stayed calm, almost amused, as she looked straight at him.
Then she moved.
Her hand snapped up and grabbed his wrist. Before Liam could react, she twisted sharply, using her shoulder and hips together. The movement was sudden and violent.
POP!
Pain exploded through his arm.
"Ouch!"
