Page 21 of My Alpha Stepbrother's Dirty Secret 2

I closed my eyes, swaying slowly, his voice washing over me like a drug.

"I believe you, Killian," I whispered, the words tumbling from my lips without thought.

Killian stilled, just for a heartbeat, then leaned in closer, brushing my cheek with the back of his fingers before cradling my face, his gaze locked on mine with something dark and heated swimming in his eyes.

His lips lowered to mine, slowly, deliberately, and I didn't stop him.I couldn't.My eyes fluttered closed, my hands gripped his arms tightly, and I leaned up into him because I needed someone, anyone, to make me forget everything for just a moment.

But just before his lips touched mine, a feral growl ripped through the air, so loud and so primal it stopped the music in my head, and the next thing I knew, Killian was yanked away from me so fast I stumbled back in shock.

and standing there, chest heaving, eyes glowing with rage, was another Killian.

CHAPTER 59

Liana's POV

My head cleared the second I felt it, that sharp, suffocating shift in the air that gripped my throat like an invisible collar, that unmistakable, raw, electric pull of power and rage and danger that I had only ever known from one person, and my stomach bottomed out even before I turned and saw him.

Killian.

He was already there, already on top of Darion, fists flying with a savage rhythm, a storm of violence that didn't stop, didn't stutter, didn't allow breath or mercy or reason, his body moving like an unhinged predator whose only purpose in that moment was destruction, whose only language was blood and bone, whose eyes, those terrifying pitch-black eyes, were so wild, so cold, so hollowed out by fury that it was like staring at a man possessed, like something ancient and ruthless had crawled into his skin and decided to wear it.

"Killian!"I screamed, my voice cracking as I stumbled forward, desperate, terrified, trying to reach him, but he didn't hear me, couldn't, because he was gone, too far gone, lost in whatever darkness ruled him, fists crashing into Darion's face again and again, blood spraying in every direction with each brutal impact, and Darion wasn't even trying to fight anymore, he was limp, defenseless, broken.

"Please!You'll kill him!Stop!Stop it!"I cried, grabbing his arm, but it was like grabbing iron, like trying to drag a wrecking ball with bare hands, because Killian didn't move, didn't flinch, didn't care that I was there, until something cracked in him, something snapped, and he dropped Darion like garbage and turned to me, chest heaving, jaw clenched, his hands soaked in blood, his eyes black pits of fire.

He didn't say a word.

He just grabbed me.

He lifted me like I was nothing, threw me over his shoulder, stormed out of that club with the kind of power that made everyone else freeze and step back, because no one in their right mind would get between Killian Wolfe and what he had decided was his.

I screamed, hit him, kicked, fought to be put down, shouting, "Let me go!You can't do this!You're insane!"

He didn't even blink.

He threw open the car door, shoved me inside like a sack of flesh, slammed it so hard the whole car rattled, and the next second he was behind the wheel, jaw clenched, breathing like a wild animal as he gunned the engine and took off, tires screeching, weaving through traffic at speeds that should've killed us both.

"You're going to get us killed!"I cried, heart slamming, body shaking.

He didn't answer.

He drove like the devil himself was clawing at his heels, or maybe like he was the devil, and I was just the girl stupid enough to love him.

When the car finally slammed to a halt outside the hotel, he was out before I could move, yanking my door open, dragging me out by the wrist like a rag doll, and I twisted, slapped, begged, but he didn't stop.

"Killian, stop!Please, this is crazy!Let me go!"

He said nothing.

The doors flew open under his boot.The hallway blurred as he dragged me straight to his hotel room and kicked the door so hard it crashed against the wall, splintering.

Then he threw me on the bed.

Hard.

My back hit the mattress with a bounce and a gasp, and I scrambled to sit up, my hands trembling, voice breaking as I shouted, "Don't touch me!Don't you fucking dare!Go back to your wife!Go back to Cynthia!You lied to me, you said she meant nothing, but she humiliated me!You chose her!"

He didn't answer.