“YES!” I screamed. “Yes, Killian! I’m done. I can’t do this anymore.”
He stepped forward. “You don’t mean that “
I do.”
“Say it again. Look me in the eye and say it.”
“I’m done,” I said, voice breaking.
And then he grabbed my face.
His mouth crashed into mine with a desperation that made my knees go weak. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was a kiss born of rage, and grief, and heartbreak. I gasped, tried to push him away, but his hands held my face like he was scared I’d vanish if he let go.
I finally shoved him back, hard, and slapped him across the face.
“You think you can get rid of me that easily?”
His head snapped to the side. But instead of getting angry, he laughed. a bitter, broken sound.
You don’t want me.
“Don’t touch me again!”
“You’re lying to yourself, Liana. You want me to stop? Fine. Tell me right now that
I said nothing.
Because I couldn’t.
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His hands grabbed my wrists before I could hit him again, pinning them to the wall as he kissed me again, hungry, rough, angry. My back hit the tiles. I struggled at first, tried to fight it, but it was as if my body betrayed me.
I kissed him back.
It felt like fire.
My fingers curled into his shirt while he kissed me like he was trying to steal the air from my lungs. His mouth moved to my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as he muttered, “You’re mine. I don’t care how far you run, who you run to. You’ll always be mine.”
I hated how good it felt. I hated that I needed it.
His hands slid down my sides, gripped my thighs, and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around him without thinking, my breath hitching.
“I hate you,” I whispered.
“Well I fucking love you and my love is enough for the both of us. You can hate me while I remind you who you belong to.”
His voice was low, dangerous. The next second, my jeans were unbuckled and dragged down, his fingers pulling at my underwear until it tore
“Killian…” I gasped, torn between panic and longing.
My panties were soaked. He didn’t even hesitate, just hooked his fingers into them and yanked, tearing them off in one fluid motion
“Oh my God.” I whimpered, legs trembling.
He didn’t answer. He just spun me around, bending me slightly over the sink counter.
“Look at yourself,” he muttered into my ear, one hand fisting my hair, the other parting my thighs. “Look how you beg for me even when you say you hate me.”
I met my own reflection, flushed cheeks, swollen lips, wild eyes.
He entered me in one hard thrust.
I choked out a scream, biting my lip to keep from moaning too loud
“Killian!”
“You don’t want me?” he whispered harshly, thrusting again “Tell me now. Tell me to stop.”
But I couldn’t
Because I didn’t want him to.
I sobbed out his name as he drove into me again and again, every thrust sending shockwaves through my entire body. His hands gripped my hips, dragging me back against him, deeper, rougher, claiming me.
My nails clawed the porcelain. My legs shook.
“Do you love me, Liana?”
I shook my head.
“Say it!” he demanded. “Say you don’t love me. I want to hear it from you.”
“I do,” I whimpered. “Fuck I do.”
“Louder.”
“I DO!”
“Now who owns you?”
“You.”
“Louder?”
“YOU!”
He reached around, rubbing furious circles on my clit while he pounded into me harder, relentless and wild. The whole room spun as my orgasm built fast, furious.
“Cum for me,” he ordered, voice breaking. “Let them all hear who you belong to.”
And I did.
Screaming his name like a prayer I shouldn’t say aloud.
But he wasn’t done.
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