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LIANA’S POV
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Even after he had filled me, even after my body was trembling and broken beneath him, Killian did not move. He stayed buried inside me, pinning me down with the full weight of his body, his breath hot and ragged against my throat.
His hand slid up the side of my thigh slowly, deliberately, stroking the damp trembling flesh as if he was claiming it all over again.
“You think it’s over?” he rasped darkly into my ear, his voice sending violent shudders down my spine. “You think you can just come for me like that and I’ll be done with you?”
I whimpered, but he grabbed my jaw roughly and turned my face to him.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered, his voice brutal.
I obeyed, blinking up at him through the tears and sweat.
His gaze was wild, devouring.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his thumb stroking my bottom lip slowly. “Wrecked. Ruined. Exactly how I like you.”
He dragged his hand lower, between my breasts, across my trembling stomach, until his fingers found my soaked, abused
entrance. Without warning, he pushed two fingers inside me again, making me cry out in overstimulated shock.
“So fucking messy,” he growled. “Full of me. Dripping like the filthy little whore you are.”
I tried to turn my face away in shame, but he caught my chin and forced me to look at him.
“No,” he said darkly. “You don’t get to hide from me. You don’t get to pretend you’re anything but what you are when you’re
under me.”
He slid his fingers in and out of me slowly, deliberately, making obscene wet sounds that filled the room.
“Do you feel that?” he snarled. “That’s my come leaking out of you. Marking you. Claiming you.”
I sobbed helplessly, torn between mortification and the burning pleasure building again inside me.
He leaned down, his mouth brushing my ear.
“You’ll never belong to another man,” he whispered filthily. “No matter how much you fight it. No matter how many fake
smiles you give them. Your pussy knows who it belongs to.”
He nipped at my earlobe sharply, then dragged his tongue down my neck.
“I could fuck you right now,” he murmured darkly, sliding his cock against my thigh, hard again. “Split you open all over again. Make you scream until you forget every other name but mine.”
His hand moved faster between my legs, fingers thrusting deep, curling to hit that devastating spot that made me whimper
and buck against him
“Beg for it,” he commanded roughly.
*Killian,” I gasped, my voice breaking.
He smirked against my neck
“That’s it,” he said “Beg me to ruin you again.”
I shook my head, fresh tears streaming down my face, but my hips moved against his hand, seeking more, needing more.
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He chuckled darkly.
“Your mouth says no,” he whispered, his voice dripping with wicked satisfaction, “but this greedy little cunt says yes.”
He slammed his fingers deeper, grinding his palm against my clit, forcing another climax to rip through me brutally, leaving
me sobbing his name.
He didn’t let up.
He kept thrusting his fingers, kept whispering filth into my ear.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Come again. Soak my hand. Let everyone fucking see who you belong to.”
When I finally collapsed beneath him, completely shattered, he pulled his fingers out and shoved them into my mouth.
“Taste yourself,” he ordered.
I obeyed numbly, my body too wrecked to resist.
He groaned darkly.
“So sweet,” he muttered. “So fucking sweet.”
He leaned down and kissed me roughly, biting my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
When he finally pulled back, his eyes burned into mine.
“You’re not leaving me,” he said in a voice so low and dangerous that it made my blood run cold. “Ever.”
I should have known it wasn’t over.
I barely caught my breath when Killian shifted above me, his cock still buried deep inside my trembling, wrecked body. His
hand moved lazily across my stomach, possessively, his fingers tracing small circles over my slick, sweat-drenched skin.
“Look at you,” he rasped darkly against my ear, his voice a low, dangerous growl. “So fucked out already, and I’m just getting
started.”
Before I could even beg for mercy, he pulled out slowly, the wet sound obscene in the heavy silence. I whimpered, my body clenching desperately at the loss. (1)
He flipped me onto my stomach without warning, his hands rough, commanding.
“Hands on the headboard,” he ordered, his voice so dark it didn’t even sound human.
I obeyed with shaking arms, grabbing onto the wood as he yanked my hips up roughly, positioning me on all fours. A harsh slap landed on my ass, sharp and stinging, making me cry out.
“Keep them there. If you move them, I’ll tie you to the bed and fuck you until you forget your own name,” he snarled.
I whimpered in response, my body betraying me again, heat rushing between my legs.
He shoved his cock back into me with one brutal thrust that made my entire body jolt forward. He gripped my hips like a savage, pulling me back to meet every merciless slam of his body.
You like this,” he growled, pounding into me without mercy. “You fucking crave this. Crave getting ruined by me.”
I sobbed, burying my face into the mattress as he drove into me harder and harder, the filthy slap of skin against skin echoing around the room.
“You want to act like a good girl in front of everyone?” he sneered. “But underneath it all, you’re just a cock-hungry little slut, aten’t you?
“no,” I whimpered, tears leaking from my eyes even as my body trembled with desperate need.
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He laughed darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine.
“Lying even when you’re dripping all over my cock,” he said viciously.
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One of his hands left my hip, sliding around my throat, holding me still as he fucked me harder, deeper, grinding against the spot inside me that made me see stars.
“You feel that, baby?” he hissed into my ear. “That’s me. Stretching your tight little cunt so deep you’ll be leaking me for days.”
I sobbed, my fingers clawing at the headboard as he slammed into me with brutal, punishing thrusts.
And then he pulled out suddenly, making me whine from the loss.
“Get on your back,” he ordered roughly.
I turned, trembling, my body weak. Before I could even process it, he hauled me onto his lap, straddling him.
“Ride me,” he commanded, his voice low and deadly.
I whimpered, my hands pressing against his hard chest.
“Killian, I can’t-”
“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.
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“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.
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