Page 23 of My Alpha Stepbrother's Dirty Secret 2

"They said you'd leave me—"

"I'd kill them first."

I cried, whimpered, begged for him to stop, and he didn't, not once.

He pulled me up, bent me over the edge of the bed, slammed in so deep I thought I'd break.

and still, every thrust came with that single, snarled word:

"Mine."

My body was burning, wrecked, ruined.My mind was fogged with pain and pleasure and need.

I came again.I couldn't help it.I shattered around his cock, screaming, and he fucked me through it, used my orgasm like it was permission to go even harder.

He didn't stop until I was limp, shaking, dripping down my thighs, soaking the sheets, begging for mercy with my body more than my voice.

Even then, he whispered it against my skin, his voice dark and low and terrifying, "MINE!!!"

and I knew in that moment, no matter what I said, no matter how much I cried, no matter how deep the betrayal or how broken I was, Killian Wolfe wasn't going to let me go.

Not now.and definitely not ever.

CHAPTER 60

Liana's POV

Even after he had filled me, even after my body was trembling and broken beneath him, Killian did not move.He stayed buried inside me, pinning me down with the full weight of his body, his breath hot and ragged against my throat.

His hand slid up the side of my thigh slowly, deliberately, stroking the damp trembling flesh as if he was claiming it all over again.

"You think it's over?"he rasped darkly into my ear, his voice sending violent shudders down my spine."You think you can just come for me like that and I'll be done with you?"

I whimpered, but he grabbed my jaw roughly and turned my face to him.

"Open your eyes," he ordered, his voice brutal.

I obeyed, blinking up at him through the tears and sweat.

His gaze was wild, devouring.

"Look at you," he murmured, his thumb stroking my bottom lip slowly."Wrecked.Ruined.Exactly how I like you."

He dragged his hand lower, between my breasts, across my trembling stomach, until his fingers found my soaked, abused entrance.Without warning, he pushed two fingers inside me again, making me cry out in overstimulated shock.

"So fucking messy," he growled."Full of me.Dripping like the filthy little whore you are."

I tried to turn my face away in shame, but he caught my chin and forced me to look at him.

"No," he said darkly."You don't get to hide from me.You don't get to pretend you're anything but what you are when you're under me."

He slid his fingers in and out of me slowly, deliberately, making obscene wet sounds that filled the room.

"Do you feel that?"he snarled."That's my come leaking out of you.Marking you.Claiming you."

I sobbed helplessly, torn between mortification and the burning pleasure building again inside me.

He leaned down, his mouth brushing my ear.