CHAPTER TWELVE
LIANA’S POV
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That night, I felt a hand slip beneath the oversized shirt I was wearing, his shirt. It was rough, possessive, not testing the
waters, just taking. His palm was molded around my breast, his fingers squeezing as if he was reminding my body who it
belonged to. a rush of heat shot straight through me while my breath caught so hard it was almost rattling in my chest.
Then those fingers moved lower. Past the hem. Past the waistband of my red thong, until they reached that throbbing,
neglected bundle of nerves that had been aching for years. He didn’t hesitate. He was rubbing my clit in slow circles,
pressing down in a way that made my thighs clench.
I was facing the window, my back to him. My heart was racing. Every nerve in my body lit up but still I pretended to be
asleep. I told myself this was wrong. That I hated him. That I should get up and stop this.
But I didn’t. I couldn’t. My body betrayed me as it pressed back against his hand as if needing more. It had been seven long,
lonely years–years without touch, without pleasure, without this.
A moan erupted from my throat before I could stop it.
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གང་ད་ནས་ནང་པའི་དམ་དབང་དང་ད་ལྟད་བ་པ་འདས་རྒྱའི་
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neck.
“Lia… Lia, are you awake? Talk to me, baby. Respond to me,” Killian whispered. His breath was hot at the back of my
I stayed still. I bit down on my lip hard enough to draw blood.
He didn’t wait for permission.
The shirt was unbuttoned. One slow snap at a time. Breeze rushed to my bare chest just as his hand returned to my breast, kneading it, rolling my nipple between his fingers until it ached. His teeth grazed my shoulder as he positioned himself behind me. One leg pushed between mine, spreading me open like I was his to devour.
And then, he thrust into me. It was brutal. It was complete.
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A choked scream escaped me. My hands clawed at the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto as his cock split me open, thick, hard, unreleting. He groaned low in my ear while dragging out slowly, then slamming back in with enough force to make the headboard bang the wall.
“Fuck, Lia,” he growled. “You’re so goddamn tight. You missed this. I know you did.”
My eyes burned. My jaw clenched. But my body trembled, needy, desperate, and shamefully eager. He rammed into me again while his hand came around to rub my clit with brutal speed, making my thighs quake.
“You want me to stop?” he hissed, thrusting so deep I thought I’d break. “Say the word. I fucking dare you.”
I said nothing. Because I didn’t want him to stop.
“That’s what I thought,” he snarled.
His other hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back so he could bite down on my throat, marking me like an animal claiming what was his. The sounds filling the room were sinful.
He fucked me harder. Faster. His hips slammed into me like he was trying to bury every ounce of anger, every ounce of hate, deep inside my womb.
“You’re mine,” he growled. “Say it.”
“No,” I whispered.
He rammed into me so hard the bed frame cracked.
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“Say. It.”
“I FUCKING hate you.” 1
He dragged me up against his chest, still inside me, and bit the side of my neck until I cried out.
“Then hate me while I fuck the truth out of you.”
shoving back into me without pause.
He pushed me flat, flipping me like I was weightless. Then yanked my legs wide
My nails raked down his back. He pinned my wrists above my head and pounded into me harder. His cock hit that spot again and again until my entire body trembled. My eyes rolled back. My screams were ragged.
“I’m gonna fill you up,” he growled. “You’re gonna drip with me. You hear that?”
I came.
Hard.
The orgasm crashed through every bone in my body. I cried loudly. My legs kicked. My back arched. I was gone.
And still, he didn’t stop.
དད་ག་ལྟ་བ་ཀས་ཅན་་་ཡོདཔ་དང་
He fucked me through it. Through the aftershocks. His fingers dug into my thighs, spreading me wider, forcing me to take it,
to take all of him.
He spit in his hand and rubbed my clit again, making me scream. I twisted, cried, pleaded, but he was relentless. My body
exploded again. a second orgasm tore through me.
He slammed in deeper, growling, “This pussy is mine. Every fucking inch.”
“Killian please….” I gasped.
“Please what? You want more? You want me to break you?”
I couldn’t answer. My throat was raw. My body was boneless.
He pulled out, dragged me to the edge of the bed, flipped me on all fours, and rammed back in with a feral snarl. He fisted my hair and fucked me like he hated me. Like he worshipped me. Like I was the only thing keeping him alive.
His cock was pulsing. He was close.
“Every part of you belongs to me. ME.” He growled and slammed in one last time, hard. Deep. His entire body went rigid as
he emptied inside me.
We collapsed.
His weight was suffocating but I didn’t move. His arms caged me in. His cock stayed inside me. Twitching.
“You’re never leaving me,” he breathed into my neck. “I’ll fucking chain you here if I have to.”
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