CHAPTER TWELVE

LIANA’S POV

That night, I felt a hand slip beneath the oversized shirt I was wearing, his shirt. It was rough, possessive, not testing the

waters, just taking. His palm was molded around my breast, his fingers squeezing as if he was reminding my body who it

belonged to. a rush of heat shot straight through me while my breath caught so hard it was almost rattling in my chest.

Then those fingers moved lower. Past the hem. Past the waistband of my red thong, until they reached that throbbing,

neglected bundle of nerves that had been aching for years. He didn’t hesitate. He was rubbing my clit in slow circles,

pressing down in a way that made my thighs clench.

I was facing the windowb, /bmy back to him. My heart was racing. Every nerve in my body lit up but still I pretended to be

asleep. I told myself this was wrong. That I hated him. That I should get up and stop this.

But I didn’t. I couldn’t. My body betrayed me as it pressed back against his hand as if needing more. It had been seven long,

lonely yearsb–/byears without touch, without pleasureb, /bwithout this.

A moan erupted from my throat before I could stop it.

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neck.

“Lia… Lia, are you awake? Talk to me, baby. Respond to me,” Killian whispered. His breath was hot at the back of my

I stayed still. I bit down on my lip hard enough to draw blood.

He didn’t wait for permission.

The shirt was unbuttoned. One slow snap at a time. Breeze rushed to my bare chest just as his hand returned to my breast, kneading it, rolling my nipple between his fingers until it ached. His teeth grazed my shoulder as he positioned himself behind me. One leg pushed between mine, spreading me open like I was his to devour.

And then, he thrust into me. It was brutal. It wasplete.

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A choked scream escaped me. bMy /bhands wed at the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto as his cock split me open, thick, hard, unreleting. He groaned low in my ear while dragging out slowly, then mming back in with enough force to make the headboard bang the wall.

“Fuck, Lia,” he growled. b“/bYou’re so goddamn tight. You missed this. I know byou /bdid.”

bMy /beyes burned. My jaw clenched. But my body trembled, needy, desperate, and shamefully eager. He rammed into me again while his hand came around to rub bmy /bclit with brutal speed, making my thighs quake.

b“/bYou want me to stopb?/bb” /bhe hissed, thrusting so deep I thought I’d break. “Say the word. I fucking dare you.”

I said nothing. Because I didn’t want him to bstop/b.

“That’s what I thought,” he snarled.

His other hand tangled in my hairb, /byanking my head back so he could bite down on bmy /bthroatb, /bmarking me like an animal iming what was his. The sounds filling the room were sinful.

He fucked me harder. Faster. His hips mmed into me like he was trying to bury bevery /bounce of angerb, /bevery ounce of hate, deep inside my womb.

“You’re mine,” he growled. “Say it.”

“No,” bI /bwhispered.

He rammed into me so hard the bed frame cracked.

“Say. It.”

“I FUCKING hate you.” 1

He dragged me up against his chest, still inside meb, /band bit the side of my neck until I cried out.

“Then hate me while I fuck the truth out of you.”

shoving back into me without pause.

He pushed me t, flipping me like bI /bwas weightless. Then yanked my legs wide

My nails raked down his back. He pinned my wrists above my head and pounded into me harder. His cock hit that spot again and again until my entire body trembled. My eyes rolled back. My screams were ragged.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he growled. “You’re gonna drip with me. You hear that?”

I came.

Hard.

The orgasm crashed through every bone in my body. I cried loudly. My legs kicked. My back arched. I was gone.

And still, he didn’t stop.

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He fucked me through it. Through the aftershocks. His fingers dug into my thighs, spreading me wider, forcing me to take it,

to take all of him.

He spit in his hand and rubbed my clit again, making me scream. I twisted, cried, pleaded, but he was relentless. My body

exploded again. a second orgasm tore through me.

He mmed in deeper, growling, “This pussy is mine. Every fucking inch.”

“Killian please….” I gasped.

“Please what? bYou /bwant more? You want me to break byou/b?b” /b

I couldn’t answer. My throat was raw. My body was boneless.

He pulled out, dragged me to the edge of the bed, flipped me on all fours, and rammed back in with a feral snarl. He fisted my hair and fucked me like he hated me. Like he worshipped me. Like I was the only thing keeping him alive.

His cock was pulsing. He was close.

“Every part of you belongs to me. ME.” He growled and mmed in onest time, hard. Deep. His entire body went rigid as

he emptied inside me.

We copsed.

His weight was suffocating but I didn’t move. His arms caged me in. His cock stayed inside me. Twitching.

“You’re never leaving me,” he breathed into my bneck/b. “I’ll fucking chain you here if I have to.”