My body tensed. My lips parted.
“You stood there and watched me stroke myself thinking about you. and you liked it. Didn’t you?”
I whimpered. “I-I wasn’t trying to***”
“Trying to what?” he whispered near my mouth. “Trying to get caught? Trying to see if your filthy big stepbrother touches himself to the thought of your tight little pussy?”
I shook. My legs moved. My panties were wet.
His hand moved between my thighs and pressed hard through the fabric. He didn’t have to look. He knew. I was soaked. Dripping.
“You’re wet,” he growled. He pressed harder. I gasped. “Just from words. Just from me saying your name while I came.”
“Killian please***” I had no idea what I was begging for.
He pushed again. His fingers ground into my heat. My back arched. My head hit the fridge.
“I should make you come right here,” he growled. “Rub this needy cunt until it cries. Until it drips down your legs. Until it begs for my cock. Until it only knows how to want me.”
I gasped. I moaned. My thighs clamped. My nails clawed at his shoulders.
“I want to ruin you,” he whispered in my ear. “So bad. So fucking bad. But I can’t.”
He moved his hand away, as slow as he could, while his body was still hard. Still shaking.
He looked me in the eyes, dark and full of fire.
“You want this?” he asked.
I blinked, breathing heavy. “I***I don’t***”
“Good. Because if you had any self-respect you’d forget this ever happened …
LIANa’S POV
I rushed back to my room, my heart beating frantically in my chest.
I couldn’t think right.
Not after what just happened in the kitchen, not after the way he touched me, pressed into me, spoke to me like he owned every part of me. He didn’t even need to fuck me to ruin me, he already had, with his words, with that look in his eyes, that hunger, that darkness.
I kept seeing his fingers, the way he rubbed me through my panties like he could feel everything, the way he growled when he realized how wet I was, the way he leaned in and told me he wanted to ruin me.
I was back in my room now, but it was no use. I couldn’t think of anything else, I couldn’t stop my thighs from pressing together again, couldn’t stop my fingers from twitching with the need to touch myself. But it wasn’t enough, nothing would be enough unless it was him.
I slid my hand down. I was still soaked, still aching. The lace nightgown I wore was seductive, I had worn it on purpose. I stripped off my panties too because I didn’t want anything between me and what I was hoping for.
My breath hitched as I ran my fingers lower. I was so sensitive, so ready. I imagined him standing over me again, imagined him shoving my legs apart and seeing what he did to me, imagined him saying my name again, growling it with that same wild fire I saw earlier.
“Fuck,” I whispered, biting my lip as my fingers dipped lower. and then I heard a knock on my door.
I froze.
My heart skipped, my breath stopped.
I sat up, as if my body already knew. It was him.
Killian.
We were the only one at home.
I stood. My legs felt weak, my whole body buzzed as if I had been waiting for this moment all my life, and every brush of the fabric on my nipples was making me flinch, my core pulsed with need. I reached for the handle and I opened the door.
He stood there looking so dangerous and completely unhinged by whatever fire was burning inside him. His shirt was open, barely hanging off his shoulders, his belt hung loose, his pants sat low on his hips, his chest rose and fell as if he had just run a mile. But that wasn’t exhaustion on his face.
It was pure hunger.
His eyes landed on me, and everything stopped.
“You’re a fucking seductress, you know that, right?”
He stepped forward, pushed me back, shut the door behind him with one hand, his other hand already reaching for me. I stumbled a little, my knees turning weak.
“I can’t fucking breathe,” he growled. “Not when you look at me like that, not when I know you’re dripping under this thin little thing.”
My mouth parted, a soft moan slipped out. He hadn’t even touched me yet and I was already close.
His hand grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look up.
“Tell me to leave, Liana,” he growled, his voice low, ragged, as if he was barely hanging on. “Because if you don’t, I’m going to fucking ruin you.”
His chest was rising and falling against mine, hard and fast, as though he was wrestling with something deep inside that was already slipping out of control. His jaw clenched, his eyes dark and wild, almost desperate.
“I’ve been telling myself to stay away from you since the second I walked into this house. Every damn night I told myself I’d keep my distance. That I’d ignore the way you looked at me. That I wouldn’t touch you, no matter how bad I wanted to. But you… you make it impossible. Walking around in those tiny nightdresses, acting as if you don’t know exactly what you’re doing, looking at me like you need something. and God, I want to be that something so fucking bad.”
He leaned in slowly, his forehead almost touching mine, while his breath fanned across my lips. His voice dropped into a whisper, one that trembled with restraint.
“Say the word, Liana. Tell me to go. Because if you don’t… I swear I won’t stop this time.”
“I… I***” I stammered, my voice trembling.
His mouth brushed my ear.
“You want it,” he whispered. “Say it.”
“I***I want it.”
“Say you want my cock inside you.”
I moaned. “I want it… I want your cock inside me, please.”
He growled and pushed me onto the bed. My nightgown rode up, my legs opened, and I watched his eyes turn wild.
“Liana… f-fuck…” he muttered. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”
He dropped to his knees between my thighs, spread me with two fingers.
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