“By the power vested in me,” the priest said, smiling warmly, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Killian didn’t waste a second. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me like he’d been waiting his whole life for that one moment. Like we were the only people in the world. The crowd erupted in cheers, whistles, and claps. Ryan covered his eyes but peeked through his fingers. Anna giggled and clapped her tiny hands. Mother wiped her eyes, and even father was smiling.
We pulled apart, laughing, crying, breathless.
Then come the pictures. So many pictures.
Me and Killian. Me, Killian, Ryan and Anna. Our whole family. Logan and Steve with playful smirks. Richard and Olivia. Omega Agnes holding Anna. Simon even joined for one group photo. It was chaotic and beautiful.
Throughout the reception, Killian didn’t leave my side. He held my hand like he couldn’t let go, like he needed the reminder that I was real and his.
He kept whispering things in my ear. “You’re my wife now.” “No more running.” “I swear, Liana, I’m going to worship you for the rest of my life.”
I laughed through tears. “You already do.”
“Not enough. Never enough.”
After we said our goodbyes to everyone, hugged the kids, our parents, and thanked every guest, Killian led me by the hand out of the Grand hall until a blacked-out SUV pulled up outside. He opened the door for me, helped me in and slid in beside me without saying a word, but the way his hand held mine said enough.
I was confused for a second. “Where are we going?”
He smirked. “You’ll see.”
Ten minutes later, the car pulled into a heavily secured private airstrip, and my eyes widened when I saw a beautiful jet parked on the runway, engines humming softly, ready for takeoff.
“Killian,” I breathed. “You chartered the jet for us?”
“I didn’t charter anything,” he said, getting out and opening the door for me. “I own it. And it’s yours now too.”
He helped me up the steps and onto the plane like I was the most fragile, priceless thing in the world. Once we were inside, I could barely process anything. The leather seats, the gold trim, the champagne already chilled in crystal flutes. None of it mattered.
What mattered was him.
The second we sat down, the jet began to taxi and take off, smooth and steady. My heart wouldn’t stop racing, not because of the flight, but because I knew what was coming.
Our honeymoon had officially begun.
We landed at a stunning resort, built on a private island surrounded by endless water, but I wasn’t here for the beautiful view. I was here for him. For us.
The moment we got into the suite, Killian stepped out to sort out a few things with the hotel security staff. He told me to relax, to get comfortable, and I took that as a challenge.
I unzipped my bag slowly, digging through until my fingers brushed against the soft, delicate material my stepmother had slipped into it the night before. A deep red set of lingerie, bold and sinful. The bra was sheer lace with tiny gold clasps, but the real scandal was the panties, matching red lace, completely open at the crotch, just a slim strip of fabric around the hips and a teasing slit between my thighs, leaving nothing hidden.
“Damn…” I muttered as I slipped into it, letting the lace cling to my skin, making sure every inch of me looked exactly how I wanted it to. Then I threw on a thin silk robe, barely tying the knot, and laid down on the massive bed, waiting.
When I heard the door open, I stayed still. I didn’t even look up. I knew it was him.
Then he saw me.
He froze, standing there with the door still half open. His breath hitched. He took a slow, deep gulp and muttered under his breath, “Fuck… are you trying to kill me, woman?”
I stood up slowly, eyes locked on his, and untied the robe with just one tug. The silk slid off my body and dropped to the floor in silence, leaving me standing there in nothing but the red lace bra and those wicked open-crotch panties.
His jaw clenched so tight it looked painful.
I walked slowly back to the bed, hips swaying deliberately. I climbed up on it, laid back against the pillows, then spread my legs wide and slid one hand between them, licking my fingers slowly before touching myself right there never breaking eye contact.
Killian looked like he’d lost his mind.
He yanked his shirt off like it was choking him, kicked off his shoes, and undid his belt so fast it nearly snapped. His pants dropped, revealing how hard he already was, so hard he was almost trembling.
“Liana-fuck,” he groaned, voice strained. “You’re a fucking seductress.”
I didn’t say a word. I just kept touching myself, letting out a soft moan, watching him undress like a man. possessed.
He climbed onto the bed, grabbed my wrists, and yanked them above my head. “You want to play, baby?” he whispered, grinding against me. “Then let’s fucking play.”
And the rest of the night disappeared into sweat, moans, desperate kisses, and bodies tangled in lust.
He fucked me like I was his entire world.
And I gave myself to him completely.
Forever.
THE END.
Or the beginning?
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Thank you so much my dearest readers for reading all the way to the end of Liana and Killian’s story. Their journey , through heartbreak, chaos, passion, and healing, has been one of the most emotional ones I’ve ever written, and I’m so incredibly grateful to each and every one of you who followed them to the very end.
But this… is not the end. Just their end.
Because the next chapter belongs to the next generation.
Ryan and Anna.
You’ve met them already, Ryan, Liana and Killian’s son, and Anna, the little girl they took in after Betty’s tragic death. They were raised like siblings. They grew up under the same roof. But fate? Fate doesn’t care about that.
Their story is unapologetically forbidden.
It’s dark.
It’s messy and wrong… but also heartbreakingly right.
In this next book, you’ll witness a love that was never supposed to happen. A bond that both of them try to fight but can’t escape. Secrets, tension, guilt, longing, all wrapped in a slow burn that will make you ache.
If you thought Liana and Killian’s story was intense, then get ready. Because Ryan and Anna are about to take you on a ride that’s even more dangerous, more emotional, and even more brutally forbidden.
Are you ready to cross that line?
Because the next chapter begins now.
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