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Liana once gave everything to her dangerous stepbrother Killian—until she learned he was engaged and ran away pregnant. Seven years later, she’s a single mom hiding her son from him. But Killian finds her again, richer and more ruthless, and he wants full control of her life and child. Liana escaped once… but now he’ll stop at nothing to claim what’s his.
“Say my name.” “Killian. Please. Killian.” My orgasm ripped through me like a storm and I screamed. My walls clamped around him. “Shhh… don’t let them find out.” He covered my mouth with his and kissed me roughly while he slammed deeper. He groaned. Lost control, and came inside me again. He stayed deep. Riding…
It had been seven painful years. Seven years since I last saw her face, since Liana walked out of my life without a single word or a second glance, since I broke her heart and walked away like it didn’t mean anything, like I hadn’t just lost the only person who ever truly mattered to…
Curly black hair. Dark eyes. My son. “She has a child,” he whispered. “He’s six.” My throat closed. My heart exploded in my chest. “She didn’t list a father. But she’s been struggling, working double shifts. Sometimes skips meals so he can eat. She walks him to school. She’s received two eviction warnings.” My hands…
My mouth opened, but my voice cracked with disbelief. “K-Killian?” I gasped. LIANA’S POV “K-Killian?” “Liana.” His voice. That voice. That deep, dark, sinful voice I thought I would never hear again, it froze every part of me. It wasn’t real. No. It couldn’t be. But as I turned and saw him standing there, looking…
I stared at him, disgust and anger rising like bile in my throat. “I’m proud of my job,” I said firmly, glaring at him. He released me then, but only because I shoved off his lap quickly and scrambled out of the car. “Liana!” I ignored him. I wiped my mouth desperately, my hands shaking…
“Look at this,” he said, running a finger through my folds. “You’re dripping, all for me.” I bucked my hips, moaned. He slid one finger inside of me, slow and deep. I cried out. Then another. His thumb rubbed slow circles on my clit while his fingers curled inside me. I was shaking, panting, begging…
The bills landed near my thigh. Right next to the blood. “I’m deeply sorry,” he muttered. I flinched. Tears stung the corners of my eyes. His jaw clenched. His voice dropped, low and ragged. “I’m sorry.” Then, he turned, walked to the door, opened it. and right before he stepped out, he whispered it again.…
I nodded and forced my legs to keep moving. and when I got to my room… I collapsed on the bed and began crying. LIANA’S POV That day I locked myself in my room and cried. Then at night, when everyone was already asleep, I heard a knock on my door. I knew who it…
LIANA’S POV I was nineteen years old when I walked in on my stepbrother jerking off in the bathroom, groaning my name desperately. I hadn’t meant to stay awake. I had just wanted to get a glass of water from the kitchen when I heard it. Loud and clear. My name. “Liana… f-fuck…” I froze,…
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…