Liana’s POV

“Killian…” I breathed, my voice barely audible. “What are you doing hereb?/b”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. The way he moved was enough to tell me everything. He didn’t say a word as he

marched toward me, grabbed my wrist, and yanked me to my feet.

Simon stood up instantly, confused and tense. “Hey! What the hell, Mr. Man? Who the hell

Killian didn’t even nce at him. “Stay out of this.”

“She’s with me,” Simon said, stepping closer. “You don’t get to-b” /b

“I said stay out!” Killian barked.

“Killian, stop!” I pulled against his grip. “You’re embarrassing me!”

are you? Let her go.”

But he wasn’t listening. He dragged me out of the booth, across the room, and into the hallway of the restaurant. People

turned to look. a waiter froze mid–step. My heart pounded as he shoved open the men’s restroom and pulled me inside.

The door mmed shut behind us. He locked it.

“What the hell is wrong with youb?!/b” I shouted, yanking my arm free.

“Is this it?!” His voice was raw. b“/bIs this why you left? So you could run off and y house with himb?/bb” /b

I stared at him, stunned. “That’s what you think this isb?/bb” /b

“I don’t know what to think anymore, Liana. I leave you for a few hours and before I know itb, /byou’re smiling at another man.

Is he the reason you pushed me away? Because your daddy said sob?/bb” /b

“I owe you no exnation. You don’t own me, Killian!”

“The hell I do!”

I shoved him. “You’re crazy. You’re absolutely insane.”

He didn’t budge. Just stood there, breathing hard.

b“/bYou want to know why I think this will never work? Because you suffocate meb!/bb” /b

His face twisted. “And this guy, this Simon doesn’tb??/bb” /b

“He’s my friend. bHe’s /bjust making me forget-b” /b

“Forget what, Liana? Forget meb? /bForget us? That’s it? You’re done with us?!”

“YES!” I screamed. “Yes, Killian! I’m done. I can’t do this anymoreb./b”

He stepped forward. “You don’t mean that ”

bI /bdo.”

“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 bgo /bbweak/b. bIt /bwasn’t gentle. It bwasn’t /bbsweet/b. It was ba /bkiss

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 pped him across the face.

“You think you can get rid of me that easilyb?/bb” /b

His head snapped to the side. But instead of getting angry, heughed.

a bitter, broken sound.

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You don’t want me.

“Don’t touch me again!”

b“/bbYou’re /blying to yourself, Liana. You want me to stop? Fine. Tell me right now that

I said nothing.

Because I couldn’t.

i“/ii1 /i

His hands grabbed my wrists before I could hit him again, pinning them to the wall as he kissed me again, hungryb, /brough, 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,” bI /bwhispered.

“Well I fucking love byou /band 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 bcounter/b.

“Look at yourself,” he muttered into my earb, /bone hand fisting my hairb, /bthe 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 beyes/b.

He entered me in one hard thrust.

I choked out a scream, biting my lip to keep from moaning too loud

“Killian!”

b“/bYou don’t want meb?/b” he whispered harshlyb, /bthrusting again “Tell me now. bTell /bme to bstop/b.”

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, iming me.

bMy /bnails wed the porcin. 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!”

b“/bNow who owns you?”

b“/bYou.”

“Louder?”

b“/bYOU!”

He reached around, rubbing furious circles on my clit while he pounded into me harderb, /brelentless 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 donei. /i

He turned me back aroundb, /blifting me effortlessly onto the sink. bMy /blegs wrapped around his waist as he entered me again,

this time slower, but just as deep.

“You drive me insane,” he muttered, kissing the corner of my mouth, then my jaw, then my throat. “But I’ll never stop

wanting you.”

I cried out again as he rolled his hips, grinding against me in all the right ces.

“You think Simon could ever fuck you like this?” he asked. “He can’t even look at you without shaking. He’s not man enough

for you. But I am.”

I didn’t answer.

Because bI /bwas too busy falling apart all over again.

His mouth caught mine again, swallowing bmy /bcries as he brought me to another blinding, breathless climax.

And when it was over, when we were both trembling, he didn’t let me go.

He just pressed his forehead to mine.

Breathing hard. His beyes /bshut

And whispered, “You’ll never belong bto /banyone else but meb. /bI will bnever /bbept /bit. bNever/b.”

And all I could do was nod.

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