Lust System: Conquering the World Beauties-Chapter 245 I Want You

Kelly stood up in the passenger seat of the roaring red Ferrari, the midnight wind slapping against her face like waves of liberation. Her long, dark hair whipped behind her in wild streams, dancing freely in the gusts. The car’s convertible roof had been rolled back, leaving nothing but open sky above them. For the first time in a long time, there were no eyes watching her, no walls pressing in, no expectations weighing on her shoulders.

Just the night. Just the wind. And Liam.

She closed her eyes briefly, tilting her head back, letting the cool air wrap around her like a fresh breath of life. When she finally sat back down, her cheeks were flushed, eyes brighter than he’d seen all night.

"I forgot what real freedom actually feels like," she said, her voice low but filled with awe.

Liam glanced at her, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Well," he said, shifting gears effortlessly, "where do you want to go?"

She hesitated. Her fingers brushed her brow, gently rubbing away tension she hadn’t realized was still there. The city lights flickered on the horizon, but none of it called to her. She didn’t want noise. She didn’t want a crowd. She didn’t want to pretend she was okay anymore.

Then she turned to him, her eyes meeting his. "Let’s go to your place."

Liam blinked. He hadn’t expected that.

He glanced at her quickly again, but her expression wasn’t playful. It was honest—determined, even. She meant it.

Without saying another word, he grinned, made a sharp U-turn, and gunned the engine. The tires screeched against the pavement as they sped down the quiet streets, neon lights reflecting off the hood of the car as they disappeared into the shadows of the city.

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They pulled into Liam’s place. Kelly looked around, surprised by the stillness. Even the wind had gone silent.

"This place..." she said softly. "It’s peaceful."

Liam nodded as he cut the engine.

Then, without bothering to open the door, he simply jumped out of the car in one smooth, powerful leap, landing with effortless grace. Kelly blinked at him in surprise, still stunned by how casually superhuman he could be sometimes. Then he reached for her hand, helping her out as they walked up to the front door together.

When they stepped inside, Kelly’s eyes scanned the open-plan layout. The place wasn’t overly fancy, but it was sharp, modern—minimalistic with a masculine edge. Cold marble floors, matte black fixtures, smart lighting that dimmed automatically as they entered. It was clean, organized, and quiet. Almost too quiet.

"You live alone?" she asked, her voice echoing softly in the spacious hallway.

"Yeah," Liam replied, slipping off his jacket and hanging it casually by the door.

She stood still for a moment, taking everything in—the quiet hum of the house, the air that didn’t smell like perfume or smoke or sweat, but something warm and clean and him.

"So..." Liam said, turning to her with a curious smirk. "What do you want to do?"

She turned around slowly, hugging her arms across her chest as her eyes drifted to the living room, then the hallway, then back to him.

"N-Nothing," she said quickly.

Liam chuckled as he folded his arms and leaned against the wall, watching her like a puzzle he was slowly solving. "For someone who just tasted freedom, you surprisingly have nothing to do."

She smiled faintly but didn’t laugh. Her fingers moved up to her temples, brushing back a few loose strands of hair as her thoughts gathered. She looked vulnerable and powerful at the same time—like a woman at the edge of something she’d been afraid to face.

"I know what I want," she said quietly.

Liam straightened slightly, sensing a shift in her tone. "What?"

Kelly’s gaze didn’t waver. "You."

Liam blinked.

"Me?" he said, pointing to himself like he hadn’t heard correctly.

She didn’t hesitate. "Yes. You."

There wasn’t a trace of embarrassment in her voice. Her lips parted softly, her eyes bold and unshaking.

"For too long," she said, stepping toward him, "other people have been making decisions for me. Controlling me. Telling me who I am, what I should do, what I should want."

Another step closer.

"I signed contracts I didn’t want. Danced to beats I didn’t choose. Smiled when I wanted to scream. And now..."

She stopped just in front of him. He could feel the heat of her skin, the way her breath trembled slightly.

"Now I can finally choose something for myself. And I choose you."

Liam, stunned. There was no seduction in her words—just raw truth. The way she looked at him wasn’t just lust. It was hunger for control, for agency, for something real.

For the first time in a long time, Kelly didn’t look like a star or a prisoner of fame.

She looked free.

And dangerous.

And real.

"I want you."

Liam kept looking into her eyes. That single, quiet moment stretched like silk between them—charged, waiting to break. Kelly’s chest rose slowly with her breath, and the look in her eyes was unwavering. She wasn’t second-guessing herself. She wasn’t testing him. She wanted him.

Liam didn’t hesitate.

He reached forward, his hand sliding behind her neck as he pulled her in. His lips crashed against hers with heat and hunger, and her eyes fluttered closed as she melted into him. The kiss was deep, raw, and full of everything they hadn’t said. Kelly’s hands found his jaw, fingers digging into his skin as she clung to the moment.

She gasped softly into his mouth when he bit her bottom lip, and Liam took the chance to deepen the kiss. Their tongues danced, moved, collided. Her body leaned into his like it was magnetized. Within seconds, her balance faltered under the pressure of their shared heat, and Liam grabbed her waist, holding her steady.

She was breathless already. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she pulled back just slightly. A thin line of saliva stretched between their mouths, glowing under the soft lighting. Her lips were glossy and parted, her eyes dazed but hungry.

Liam didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to.

He lifted her.

Kelly let out a startled gasp, instinctively wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Her skirt slid upward as he carried her, and her thigh brushed against his side. Her golden top shimmered under the dim light, clinging tightly to her chest as her breasts pressed into him. She could feel his muscles flexing beneath her hands—warm and solid, every step he took steady and purposeful as he carried her up the stairs to his bedroom.

She kissed him again halfway up, this time with a soft moan in her throat, more sensual than rushed. She was losing herself in this—wanting to feel everything.

Liam kicked open the bedroom door and stepped inside, his hand sliding down her back before he laid her carefully on the bed. The moment she touched the sheets, she reached up and pulled him back down on top of her. Their mouths found each other again—deeper, wetter this time. She tasted like expensive wine and adrenaline.

His hand slid up her side, slowly dragging over the golden fabric of her top, until it cupped the weight of her breast through the tight crop. She gasped, arching under him as his thumb found her nipple and pressed softly through the material. It hardened instantly.

"Liam..." she whispered, breath catching.

He kissed down her jaw, then her neck. His lips left a warm, wet trail along her skin, and when he reached the edge of her crop top, he didn’t stop. His hands slid beneath the fabric and pushed it up slightly. Her chest rose with anticipation, and she didn’t resist.

Her top bunched just above her breasts, exposing their full curves. Liam groaned softly when he saw them, his mouth already moving to take one in. His lips wrapped around her nipple, warm and soft, and his tongue teased it in slow, swirling licks. Kelly arched again, one hand gripping the back of his head, the other tangled in the sheets.

"God... that feels—" she moaned, unable to finish her sentence.

Liam didn’t stop. He moved to the other breast, sucking gently, flicking the tip with his tongue. Kelly was squirming now. Her thighs pressed together, and her breath came in short, needy bursts. Her golden skirt still clung to her hips, but her body was burning beneath it.

She tugged at his shirt, nails grazing his stomach as she dragged it upward. Liam sat up just long enough to pull it over his head and toss it aside, revealing his sculpted torso, glistening slightly with sweat. Her eyes roamed him like she was drinking in every inch.

"You’re really built like that?" she whispered, stunned even through her haze.

Liam smirked and leaned down again.

He resumed his exploration—his lips tracing down from her chest to her stomach. Her crop top had ridden up completely now, exposing her smooth midriff. He kissed her belly slowly, then trailed his lips back up, his hand sliding to her waist.

Kelly wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him back against her. Their mouths found each other again, hungrier, rougher this time. Her moans were softer now, deeper, vibrating against his mouth as he grinded his body slowly into hers, making sure she felt every part of him. The friction between their lower clothes sent shivers through both of them.

Her skirt hiked higher with every subtle movement of her hips. She could feel the hardness pressed against her through Liam’s pants, and her breath hitched again. But he didn’t take it further. His hands stayed respectful, focused entirely on her upper body—the way she reacted to every kiss, every brush of his lips, every bite.

Liam took her breast again, this time with more pressure, sucking until she gasped, and then he switched to the other, leaving her body quivering beneath him. Her thighs rubbed together as she whimpered his name under her breath.

Her skin glowed, gold and flawless under the low light, like a goddess in human form.

"I don’t want anyone else to touch you," Liam whispered suddenly against her skin, his voice low and rough.

Kelly looked up at him, eyes wide, mouth slightly parted. "Then don’t stop."

He didn’t.

He continued to kiss her, her neck, her collarbone, down to her stomach and back up again. Her legs remained closed but shaking beneath her skirt. Her crop top had long since been pulled aside, completely forgotten. Her body writhed with every motion of his mouth, her moans growing louder, hotter.

The room was filled with the sound of their breathing, the occasional soft gasp, and the rustle of sheets.

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