CHAPTER FIFTY
LIANA’S POV
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He sighed. “The only person who can answer that right now… should be your dad. I think he has a whole lot to tell you.”
“You’re right,” I said, trying to sit up, but the second I moved, my legs gave out and I flopped right back onto the bed.
Killian chuckled. “Where do you think you’re going like that?”
“Bathroom,” I muttered, a little embarrassed. “I need to shower.”
He didn’t argue. He just scooped me up like I weighed nothing and carried me into the bathroom.
What started as a bath quickly, turned into something else entirely
ti
and rinsed my body. But
the moment the warm water touched me, so did the fire again. His eyes lingered on my skin, and I could feel his hunger like heat against my back. He reached out and rubbed my shoulders, massaging slowly, then let his hands drift down.
By the time I turned to face him, his mouth was already on mine, hard and deep. Water streamed over us from the rainfall shower above, soaking his shirt, which he ripped off and tossed aside. I leaned back against the wall as he kissed down my
throat, sucking and biting while his hands explored every part of me. of me.
He lifted my thigh, hooking it over his arm, and slid inside me with a slow, deep thrust. The wall was cold against my back, but his body was hot, pulsing, filling me so completely I cried out. He moved fast, hard, slamming into me with enough force to shake the tiles. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as he fucked me through the steam.
He turned me around, bent me over the edge of the bathtub, and entered me again, rougher this time. I braced my hands on
the tub edge while he grabbed my hips and pounded into me from behind, groaning low in my ear as his fingers left marks
on my skin.
After that, he pulled me into the tub, sat down with me straddling him, and fucked me slow and deep while water swirled around us. My head lolled back, his mouth on my breasts, his hands gripping my ass, moving me at his pace until we both
trembled.
It felt like we were in there forever. By the time we were done, my legs were jelly, and I was soaked inside and out.
We finally got dressed, My body was sore, but I didn’t care. I felt clean, safe, and strangely calm. Killian held my hand as we
made our way to the living room.
My stepmom and dad were already there. Both of them looked like they hadn’t slept all night. Their faces were tight with worry, but when they saw us, they stood up immediately, their shoulders dropping.
“Oh thank God,” Moni breathed out, rushing over to hug me. “You’re okay, sweetheart. You scared us.”
I hugged her back, still shaken, but stronger now
My dad looked at Killian. “Thank you… for what you did
His voice was gruff. But the way he looked at Killian? It wasn’t just gratitude. There was a silent accusation in his eyes. The kind that says I–know–exactly what you–did–to–my–daughter–under–my–roof kinda look.
Killian nodded respectfully, but didn’t say anything. He let go of my hand, probably out of consideration.
But I didn’t let go.
I grabbed his hand again, holding it tighter this time.
“I think you both owe me an explanation,” I said, my voice steady. I looked directly at my father. “Dad?”
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He blinked. “Liana, now’s not-”
“Don’t do that,” I cut in, my tone sharp. “Don’t–Don’t change the topic.
He swallowed, clearly uncomfortable.
“Look… I’m grateful to him. But that doesn’t mean I approve. You already know that. And I know it sounds selfish, but I’m your father. I have a right to protect you.”
“From what?!” I shouted, stepping in front of Killian, still gripping his hand.
“From what, Dad?! What exactly are you protecting me from? From him? From
the
I love?”
He looked like he wanted to say something, but I didn’t let him. Not yet.
“I love him,” I said again, my voice breaking slightly. “And you need to stop trying to pull
I took a breath, heart pounding.
“Now… stop stalling and just tell me the truth. Who exactly am I?”
H
us
apart.”
