Page 44 of My Alpha Stepbrother's Dirty Secret 2

"Yes!Yes!We belong together, Killian!"

"Now, are you happy I divorced her for you?"

"Mmmm..."I whimpered, too overwhelmed to form words.

"Hmm?"he spanked my ass hard, then thrust in again, his cock hitting so deep I yelped again.

"Yes!Yes, I'm happy, Killian!"

He groaned, satisfied."are you good for me, baby?"

I nodded desperately.

He pinched my nipples hard from behind, making me cry out.

"Yes!I'm good for you, Killian!"

"Good," he muttered, and then with one more hard thrust, he stilled inside me.But while I was still trying to process that, he pulled out, grabbed my face roughly but carefully, turned me around, and kissed me, deep, messy, his tongue claiming mine again like he was sealing something permanent.

While we were still kissing, his hand slipped back between my legs, dipping into the wet mess he had created inside me, then he pulled his fingers out and brought them to my lips.

"Lick."

I obeyed, my lips wrapping around his fingers, tasting us both, still trembling.

"How do we taste?"he asked.

"Sweet," I whispered, barely able to form the word.

He shook his head."Not only sweet baby.addictive.Okay?"

I nodded, tears gathering in my eyes, my whole body trembling.

He let go of my face, kissed my forehead, and climbed off the bed like he hadn't just ruined me completely.He headed into the bathroom while I stayed there, lying flat, legs still spread, heart still racing, body spent and ruined and weak on the bed.

CHAPTER 71

Killian's POV

I slammed the bathroom door behind me, too pissed off to even pretend to be calm.My jaw was tight, my chest heaving.I couldn't believe Liana.After everything I've done for her, she still kept throwing Cynthia in my face like I hadn't made it crystal clear that Cynthia meant nothing to me.Like I hadn't ruined every tie, every connection, just to have her.

It was as if she wanted to hurt me on purpose.Like she was so fucking scared of accepting that someone could actually love her this much, she had to push me away at every chance she got.And maybe I deserved the way she looked at me sometimes, but fuck, didn't she see it?Didn't she feel it?I chose her.I will always choose her.

I turned the tap on and splashed some water over my face, breathing hard, trying to cool down, but I couldn't stop thinking about her.Her voice.Her tears.Her moans.That look in her eyes when I pushed her too far, the way her body gave in even when her mouth fought me.She didn't mean what she said.She couldn't have.The way she broke, the way she clung to me, it wasn't fake.It couldn't be.

I looked down.

My cock was hard again.Stiff.Angry.Still aching.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath.

I didn't want to go back to her room and take her like that again.Not when she was still trying to figure shit out in her head.Not when I knew she was already overwhelmed.I didn't want to be that guy.

But I was still so fucking hard it hurt.

I shut the small bathroom door and grabbed myself, stroking with the kind of frustrated pressure that should've been enough.But it wasn't.It never fucking was.Not when it came to her.It felt like cheating myself, like punishing my body with something fake while all it wanted, what I wanted, was her.Only her.And she didn't even realize it.

When it didn't work, I cursed again, turned the knob to freezing, and forced myself under the cold water.My teeth gritted while the icy water ran down my back, my muscles tensing as I tried to kill the heat inside me.