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11. Closer than you think

Author: Maria Writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-12 19:40:36

Killian’s POV

The cold water hit me like a slap.

I stood in the shower long after the routine should have ended, hands braced against the tile, forehead pressed to the wall. The pipes rattled from the force of it, steam curling up from my back—but I kept it on cold. I needed the sting. Needed something to anchor me.

I hadn’t slept. My cock throbbed through the night like it remembered every second of his taste. Every gasp. Every denial. And I still hadn’t come. Not once. Not even a stray brush of my fingers. Not until he gave permission. I hated that. I hated *him*.

I wanted more. And that terrified me.

My body was a battlefield. Lust burned under my skin, but it was wrapped in barbed wire now. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face in the storeroom—red-cheeked, desperate, broken open by my mouth. And part of me, the part I usually keep buried, wanted to *do it again*. Slower. Rougher. Just to see how far he’d go before he begged.

I turned the tap off violently. Water streamed of
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