“You will,” he snarled, his hands grabbing my hips and positioning me over his thick cock.
He slammed me down onto him, burying himself deep inside me again, making me cry out loudly.
“Fuck yourself on me, Liana. Now.”
I moved, my body obeying instinctively even as tears blurred my vision. I bounced on his cock, feeling every thick inch stretch and fill me over and over again.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his hands bruising on my hips. “Take it. Take all of it.”
I whimpered, my head falling back, my hands clawing desperately at his shoulders.
He thrust up into me harshly, meeting every downward movement with brutal upward snaps of his hips.
“Look at you,” he sneered, grabbing my chin and forcing me to meet his eyes. “Taking my cock like the little slut you are.”
I sobbed, my body trembling violently.
“You’re never going to let another man touch you,” he said, his voice like a lethal promise. “No one gets this cunt but me.”
He flipped me again, lifting me off his lap and carrying me across the room to the mirror.
“Look at yourself,” he growled as he shoved me against the cold glass.
He lifted one of my legs, hooked it over his forearm, and rammed into me from behind, forcing me to watch the way he split me open, the way my body trembled and broke for him.
“Watch,” he snarled into my ear. “Watch how good you look getting fucked by me.”
I watched, dazed and humiliated, as he used me mercilessly, my reflection a picture of pure filth and need.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re ruined,” he hissed, biting my shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.
He thrust into me harder, faster, deeper.
“You’re going to come again,” he growled “You’re going to come while you’re watching me break you.”
I shook my head, tears spilling freely now.”Yes, you fucking will,” he snapped, reaching around and rubbing my clit ruthlessly.
The pleasure was too much. Too intense. Too brutal.
I came with a loud scream, my body shattering against the mirror, my vision blurring.
He growled darkly and kept fucking me through it, never stopping, never slowing.
“Again,” he ordered. “Come again for me.”
“I can’t,” I sobbed brokenly.
“You will,” he snarled.
He turned me around suddenly, pressing me back against the mirror, lifting both my legs around his waist. He slammed into me, using the wall as leverage, fucking me hard, deep, punishing.
“Killian-please-” I gasped.
“Not done,” he growled. “Not until I’ve fucked every scream out of your throat.”
He kissed me then, hard, brutal, devouring.
His hands roamed my body roughly, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, slapping my ass.
“You’re my filthy little toy,” he snarled into my mouth.
“Killian,” I sobbed, my body unraveling again.
“Come,” he ordered.
And I did.
Again
Harder than before.
And this time he followed, shoving deep inside me and groaning darkly as he filled me again with hot thick release.
KILLIAN’S POV
It was enough. I told myself it was enough. Liana was already weak, tired, unconscious after everything I did to her. Her body had taken everything I gave, every rough thrust, every command, every ounce of obsession I poured into her. She was sleeping soundly, finally, after crying and clinging to me and falling apart beneath me. And still, I wasn’t satisfied. Not even close.
I needed her badly. My body didn’t give a damn if she was asleep. My cock was still hard, pulsing, aching like it was going to explode. The image of her with Alpha Darion kept flashing in my mind, and the more I thought about it, the more rage twisted in my chest like a blade. Darion. That bastard. My most hated enemy.
He wasn’t just a threat to my campaign, he was a threat to her. And she didn’t see it. Or maybe she did. Maybe she liked the attention. The way he looked at her. The way she almost kissed him. Like she forgot who the fuck she belonged to.
Fuck. Fuck!
I stared down at her. My beautiful, spent Liana. Her thighs still slick, her clit still swollen and red. Her scent lingered on my skin, sweet like candy. I knew I couldn’t take her again while she slept. I couldn’t do that to her. It’d be too much. She’d wake up sore, broken. I wanted to ruin her, yeah, but I wanted her to be awake for it. I wanted her to cry out my name when I did it.
Not just lie there, unconscious.
I looked at my cock. Huge. Rock hard. The veins were bulging, thick with need. Precum leaked out slowly, and it fucking hurt. I groaned, grabbing it with one hand, trying to ease the pressure. It didn’t help. I bent down to her, kissed her shoulder, her neck, her cheek.
“Baby,” I whispered. “Baby, wake up…”
She stirred for a second, then turned her face away, still sleeping. I kissed her lips, desperate. She didn’t move.
I groaned again and buried my face in her chest, sucking her nipple like a madman. My cock throbbed harder.
“Fuck,” I breathed, licking her softly. “Please, baby… just wake up. I need you… I can’t-“
Nothing.
I pulled away, breathing hard, and forced myself off the bed. I needed to get the fuck out of that room before I did something I’d regret. I staggered into the bathroom and turned on the cold water. I stepped into the shower, water hitting my skin, but it didn’t help. Not even close. My cock was still hard, harder even.
All I could see in my head was her. Liana. Lying there like a dream. The way she moaned for me. The way she clenched around me. The way she kissed me like she’d never stop.
“Shit….”
I gripped my cock and started stroking. My palm was fast, tight, desperate. I needed to release. Just once. Just enough to breathe. But nothing was working. The pressure was building, but no climax came. It was like my body was punishing me for not finishing inside her again. My hand moved faster, sweat mixing with the water. I picked up the soap, trying to make it easier. Still nothing.
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