LIANA’S POV

I kissed him back, hard, my arms wrapping around his neck as if bI /bcouldn’t get enough of him, but after a few seconds, I

pulled back a little, panting against his lips.

“Killian, this is a dressing room, it’s totally inappropriate.”

His eyes were already dark with lust, pupils blown out and chest rising a bit faster. His cock was rock–hard against my

stomach and I could feel the heat radiating off him as he leaned in closer.

“You’re a finished man,” I whispered against his lips.

He chuckled lowly. b“/bJust for you, baby.”

I tried to keep a straight face but I was already struggling. My panties were soaked and my body was practically screaming

for him. “But we can’t do it here. What if someone walks in?”

He kissed my neck and muttered against my skin, “Then I’ll be as quick as possible.”

I gasped as he pressed me lightly against the wall, his hands already slipping beneath the hem of my gown. “Killian…”

“Liana, you’re already wet, I can smell it. Just let me have you. Quick. Just this once.”

I bit my lip hard. Fuck.

I grabbed his face and kissed him again, desperate, hungry. My hands tangled in his hair as I moaned softly into his mouth. ”

Fine. But quick. We have to be quick.”

He groaned like I just gave him the keys to heaven. He lifted my leg gently as he reached under my gown. My breath hitched when he shifted my panties to the side and rubbed his fingers between my folds.

“Shit, Liana. You’re soaking.”

I moaned again, this time into his neck. “Killian please…”

He didn’t wait any longer. He aligned himself and in one deep thrust, he buried himself inside me. I clutched at his shoulders, trying not to scream. My back arched and I bit down hard on his corbone to keep myself from moaning out loud.

“Fuckb… /bso good-” he groaned as he started to move.

I was trembling. My hands flew to my mouth to stop the whimpers threatening toe out. I tried to stay quiet but each thrust was hitting something so deep that I couldn’t help it.

b“/bMmmph… ah-b” /bI muffled against my palm.

b“/bYeah babyb, /bbjust /blike that… bfuck/bb, /bbyou /bbfeel /bso damn good.”

His pace was brutal but controlled. His hand was bover /bmy mouth for a second just to help me keep it together as his hips bmmed /binto bme/bb. /bThe bsound /bof skin pping bwas /blow but quite sharp in the tight space.

“bYou’re /bgonna

bmake /bme cum too fast bif /bbyou /bkeep squeezing me like that,” he whispered, almost angrily.

b“/bbDon’t /bbstop/b… please bdon’t /bstop…” I begged against his neckb, /bclinging to him as if the world was falling apart.

His thumb brushed bover /bmy clit and that was it. I bexploded/b. bMy /bwhole bbody /bshook while I btried /bnot to scream. bMy /blegs bnearly /bbgave /bbout /bas I came hard on him, bmy /bback hitting bthe /bwall as I gasped into his shoulder.

b“/bOh f–bfuck/b… bKillian/bb…/b”

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“That’s it… fuck yes…” he muttered, losing it right after me. He held me tighter as he came deep inside me with a muffled growl into my hair.

We both froze there for a second, just breathing. Panting. Shaking.

Then I looked down and let out a weakugh. “You tore the dress.”

He smirked. “Don’t you worryb, /bwe’re buying it.”

“You’re insane.”

b“/bYeah, but I’m yours.”

I adjusted my panties while he helped pull the gown down as best as we could.

“Now be a good girl and change into the next one,” he whispered with a grin. “This one’sing home with us. It holds a whole lot of memories.” He winked and left while I rolled my eyes but smiled as I reached for the next dress.

After trying on about three more gowns, each one making me feel like I was either a runaway bride, a red carpet celebrity, or

someone who had no business touching clothes that expensive, I finally walked out in thest one, a ck gown that shimmered brightly and covered in tiny glitters that looked like so beautiful.

“Wow…” I whispered, spinning slightly as the fabric flowed around my legs.

Killian looked up from his phone, his brows lifting as his eyes raked over me slowly, thennded on my face. “That one.

Definitely that one.”

“Reallyb?/bb” /bI asked, my hands smoothing over the waist. “You don’t think it’s too much?b” /b

“No, baby. It’s perfect. You look like you were born to wear it.”

I smiled, unable to help it. There was something about the way he said that, like he meant every word, like he was staring at the only person in the world that mattered.

Killian stood up and walked over, his hand brushing lightly down my arm as he leaned closer. “Let’s get it.”

I bit my lip. “Killian… it probably costs a fortune.”

“Sob?/bb” /b

“So, it’s a gown. For one night.”

He smirked. “And that one night, you’re going to be the most beautiful woman in that room. And every bastard who bys /beyes on you will know byou’re /bmine. Worth every damn dor.”

bMy /bstomach fluttered.

While I was still blushing, Jared reappeared, guiding Killian toward the men’s tuxedo section. And in less than ten minutes, he was bback /bwith a suit in hand, a sleek, fitted ck btux /bwith silkpels and the kind of presence only a man like Killian

could pull off.

“That was fast,b” /bI said, raising a brow.

“bI /bdon’t need bto /btry on a hundred things. bI /bknow my sizeb./bb” /b

Jared bgrinned/b. “It’s customb–/btailored from bour /broyal line. One million dorsb./bb” /b

My mouth bdropped/b. b“/bbOne /bwhatb?!/bb” /b

Killian chuckled as he pulled bout /bhis wallet like it bwas /bnothing. b“/bYou heard him.”

I looked bbetween /bbthe /btwo men. “bIs /bbthe /bsuit made bof /bbdiamonds/bb?/bb” /b

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b“/bNope,” Killian said with a wink. “But I’ll be wearing you on my arm, so it might as well be.”

I rolled my eyes but my face was hot as hell. I turned away, trying to regain myposure, and walked with him to the

counter.

As Jared rang everything up, I couldn’t help but notice the way he kept ncing at us, well, mostly at me. His cheeks were tinged red, and he looked like he was trying not tough.

I narrowed my eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?b” /b

He shook his head quickly. b“/bNothing, Luna. Nothing at all.”

Killian looked amused. “That obvious, huh?”

Jared didn’t answer, but the smile on his face was all the confirmation we needed.

I reached for the shopping bag and identally brushed his hand, which only made him blush harder.

Killian took the bag from me smoothly. “Alright, we’re good to go.”

As we walked out, I leaned close to him and muttered, “He knows.”

Killian grinned. “Of course he does. He probably heard you trying not to moan.”

“Killian!b” /b

“What? I’m just saying.”

I groaned into my hands, but I was smiling anyway.