Hard.
My back hit the mattress with a bounce and a gasp, and I scrambled to sit up, my hands trembling, voice breaking as I shouted, “Don’t touch me! Don’t you fucking dare! Go back to your wife! Go back to Cynthia! You lied to me, you said she meant nothing, but she humiliated me! You chose her!”
He didn’t answer.
He was already tearing his clothes off, jacket flying, shirt ripped open so violently the buttons went flying like shrapnel, belt yanked out with one savage pull, pants shoved down without care.
“Killian, I swear to God, this isn’t you! You’re not this man! They said you’d ruin me, and you did! You’ll leave me for her again!”
Still, he said nothing.
But his eyes, those goddamn eyes, they burned, not with rage now, but something darker, something posse primal, and it hit me like a wave, this unrelenting energy that poured off him like heat, like he was fire and obsession and madness. wrapped in skin, and he was looking at me like I wasn’t a person, like I wasn’t a woman, but a thing, his thing.
He climbed onto the bed, grabbed my ankles, yanked me down, and I screamed.
I kicked, tried to crawl back, but he was too strong, too fast, too goddamn furious, and in seconds, my jeans were gone, my blouse shredded, my panties ripped straight down the middle with one brutal tear.
“You bastard! You’re lying to me again!”
His hand clamped around my throat, not choking, just holding me there, holding me still, and he finally spoke, “YOU’RE
MINE!!!”
“Killian, don’t-“
*Mine.”
“Please, stop, go back to her!”
“This what you want, huh? This what you were begging for when you let him touch you?”
“I didn’t-“
“You danced with him. Let him whisper shit in your ear. You wanted him to kiss you. Admit it.”
“I thought it was you,” I whispered brokenly. “I thought it was you…”
He paused for half a second.
And then he slammed into me.
One brutal, merciless thrust of his cock that knocked the air from my lungs and the thoughts from my head, stretching me so wide I cried out from the sheer force of it, my back arching, my mouth opening in a soundless scream, and then again, deeper, rougher, his grip bruising on my hips as he fucked me like he didn’t care if I broke, like my body belonged to him and he was going to remind every inch of it exactly who owned me.
I screamed, cried out, body arching with the pain and the shame and the need of it, but he didn’t stop. He drove into me again and again, harder with every thrust, deeper, his cock slamming into my core, tearing sobs and gasps from my throat, each movement meant to punish, to mark, to fuck the truth into me whether I wanted it or not.
“You’re Only Mine Liana,” he growled again, over and over, each time timed with a savage thrust that made my spine curve, my legs shake, my clit throb as I clenched around him like I was desperate to hold him in, even while I sobbed and screamed and tried to tell him no”You’ll leave me again! I know you will! You always do! You said she meant nothing but she’s still here, still in your life, still ruining mine! You lied!”
But the more I screamed, the harder he fucked me.
“Only Mine.”
“Stop it! You’re hurting me!”
“Mine! Mine!”
He flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my hips up, and slammed into me from behind so hard I saw stars, my scream muffled by the pillow, my fingers clawing at the sheets as he pounded into me, so deep, so rough, so completely unrelenting that my clit was aching, my thighs trembling, my pussy soaking wet around him.
He leaned over, his chest hot and heavy against my back, his hand wrapping in my hair and yanking my head back until his mouth was against my ear.
“You belong to me. Just me. Me!”
“She’ll take you again. You always go back to her!” I screamed but he wasn’t listening.
“No one takes what’s mine.”
“They said you’d leave me-“
“I’d kill them first.”
I cried, whimpered, begged for him to stop, and he didn’t, not once.
He pulled me up, bent me over the edge of the bed, slammed in so deep I thought I’d break.
And still, every thrust came with that single, snarled word:
“Mine”
My body was burning, wrecked, ruined. My mind was fogged with pain and pleasure and need.
I came again. I couldn’t help it. I shattered around his cock, screaming, and he fucked me through it, used my orgasm like it was permission to go even harder.
He didn’t stop until I was limp, shaking, dripping down my thighs, soaking the sheets, begging for mercy with my body more than my voice.
Even then, he whispered it against my skin, his voice dark and low and terrifying, “MINE!!!”
And I knew in that moment, no matter what I said, no matter how much I cried, no matter how deep the betrayal or how broken I was, Killian Wolfe wasn’t going to let me go.
Not now. And definitely not ever.LIANA’S POV
Even after he had filled me, even after my body was trembling and broken beneath him, Killian did not move. He stayed buried inside me, pinning me down with the full weight of his body, his breath hot and ragged against my throat.
His hand slid up the side of my thigh slowly, deliberately, stroking the damp trembling flesh as if he was claiming it all over again.
“You think it’s over?” he rasped darkly into my ear, his voice sending violent shudders down my spine. “You think you can just come for me like that and I’ll be done with you?”
I whimpered, but he grabbed my jaw roughly and turned my face to him.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered, his voice brutal.
I obeyed, blinking up at him through the tears and sweat.
His gaze was wild, devouring.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his thumb stroking my bottom lip slowly. “Wrecked. Ruined. Exactly how I like you.”
He dragged his hand lower, between my breasts, across my trembling stomach, until his fingers found my soaked, abused entrance. Without warning, he pushed two fingers inside me again, making me cry out in overstimulated shock.
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