Chapter 57

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 fo