HAPTER FORTY–SIX

ILLIAN’S POV

woke up with a pounding headache, and the bitter taste of whisky still wing at the back of my throat. The light seeping

rough the curtains didn’t help. It was stabbing straight into my skull, making my head feel as if it was splitting in two. My tire body was heavy, sore, and I could still smell the perfume of the woman fromst night on my sheets. But thankfully, I ad kicked her out. I don’t even remember what I told her. Something crude, I’m sure. She had no business being in my bed.

he was never supposed to be there in the first ce.

ut even that wasn’t what woke me.

was the fucking heat.

ot the regr kind, the kind that creeps under your nket, making you sweat under your arms.

his one? It was maddening.

shot up, throwing the covers off, my body burning like I’d swallowed fire. My cock was hard. Not just hard, it was thick, beavy/b, throbbing, and worse than anything I’d ever experienced. I had morning wood before, yes, but this… This was mething else. It felt like my cock was pulsing in sync with some rhythm I couldn’t understand. Like something primal

side me was howling for her. For Liana.

b‘/bbuck/b,” I muttered, dragging my palm down my face. “No, no, no. What the hell is thisb?/bb” /b

icked my legs off the bed, stormed into the bathroom, half–limping from how rock–hard I was. I stood in front of the irrorb, /bscowling at my reflection. I looked like hell. Bloodshot eyesb, /blips cracked, hair a mess. And yet all I could think about as Liana. Her face, her mouth, the sound of her voice when she moaned, the way her thighs trembled when I touched her.

er goddamn scent.

grabbed my cock, jerking it in my hand, hoping the burn would ease, hoping I could force this need out bof /bme.

bit /bthe more I stroked, the worse it got.

he ache deepened. My cock got harder, impossibly harder, and it wasn’t fucking working.

oddamn it,” I growled, biting down on my lip, trying to focus on something–anything–other than her. I tried to picture ings that would turn me off. Disgusting things. Things that usually killed my desire instantly.

bit /bit didn’t work.

cause every time bI /bclosed my beyes/bb, /ball I saw was her.

y Liana

he way she looked yesterday when I took her in that restroom.

e bway /bshe tasted.

he sound she made when she said my name.

urned the shower knob, sted the coldest water I could manage. It sprayed down my back, my chest, while I stood there

embling from how badly I needed her. But my cock didn’t soften I was still rock solid. Still burning.

roaned, spat into my palm, and gripped myself harder.

jana “I grunted, the name falling out of my mouth like a curse. “Fucking hell. Liana…”

ied again. And again. Each stroke made me pant harder. My hand worked bfast/bb, /bfuriousb, /bbbut /bbit /bwasn’t getting anywhere. here was no relief. No release. Just ba /bdeepb, /bpainful hunger that wed at bmy /bchestb, /blike I’d go insane if I didn’t bget /bto bher/b.

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My phone rang.

I ignored it. Didn’t even check who it was. I was too far

The ringing stopped. Then it started again.

And again.

“Fuck offb!/bb” /bI shouted.

It didn’t stop.

gone.

miles, my cock still pushing against the fabric, and

I finally wrapped a towel around my waist, panting like I’d

bun /bten stomped out of the bathroom. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand.

Unknown number.

I answered, breath still heavy, hand clenched around the phone.

“What?” I barked, more impatient than anything else.

But the voice that came through wasn’t what I expected

“P–p–please… K–Killian…e to Liana… sh–she n–needs byou/b… please… now

My entire body went still.

That voice was my stepfather’s.

And he sounded terrified.

The line cut.

I didn’t move at first. Just stood there, frozen, towel barely hanging from my hips, water still dripping from my hair, my cock still aching like hell, but nowb, /bsuddenly, it didn’t matter anymore. None of it mattered. Because something in his voice…

Something in the way he said her name…

Something was wrong

Very fucking wrong.

And she needed me.

I didn’t think. Didn’t stop to grab my belt, or even button my damn shirt. I just yanked on my trousers, shoved my arms through the sleeves of the first shirt I could find, keys already in my hand before I even reached the door.

I didn’t care how I looked.

I didn’t care who saw me.

All I knew was that my Liana needed me.

And I was going to her. Now.