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Damien slammed the door behind him, the sharp echo bouncing off the cold walls of his penthouse. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, blood dripping from his knuckles, the aftermath of what that bitch had done to him. Rage burned in his eyes as he staggered toward the kitchen counter, slamming the drawer open and yanking out the first aid kit. Selene wasn’t home. Of course she wasn’t. He remembered the look in her eyes before he slapped her. She must still be pissed. He muttered under his breath, his voice low and venomous. “She’ll get over it.” He tore open an alcohol swab, wincing as he dabbed it over the raw wound. The sting only made him angrier. His teeth clenched as images of the bar flashed through his mind, her, that woman, the smirk on her lips, the silence in her eyes. The way his hand moved to sign the papers no, forced to sign them. His pride shattered. “Calla,” he growled, the name tasting like poison. “You fucking witch.” Meanwhile… Selene leaned back again

it was desperate. Hungry. Killian was caught off guard, but his body responded before his mind could catch up. His hands slid around her waist, gripping her like she was the only solid thing keeping him from drowning. When she finally pulled back, her breathing was ragged, her cheeks flushed. “Don’t ever scare me like that again, ever again and I mean it.” she whispered against his lips. Killian stared at her, dazed. “I... I passed out, didn’t I?” “More like blacked out,” Calla muttered. “Mateo practically dragged you in.” He sighed, resting his head back on the pillow. “God. My head feels like I wrestled with a truck.” “You probably drank like one,” she snapped. Calla cupped his face. "You scared me. You drank too much, do you have any idea how worried I was? after you had promised to be back early." Killian smirked, his voice still rough. "If I knew you'd kiss me like that, I'd get drunk more often." She smacked his shoulder lightly. "Not funny. Idiot." He laughed

Later that morning, after breakfast and all, Calla was seated on Killian’s lap in his study, doing nothing but teasing him and laughing quietly to themselves.“I’m bored, like really really really bored,” Calla whispered, running a teasing finger up his neck.“How can you be bored while you are with the hottest man on earth. You are trouble” Killian muttered, his voice low, his hand snaking under her oversized shirt.“Says the man holding me hostage on his lap,” she smirked, tugging gently on his chain.Killian leaned forward, brushing his lips over her neck. “You like being my hostage.”She hummed. “Maybe.”The stack of signed divorce papers sat ominously at the edge of the table, untouched. Calla glanced at it, then back at Killian.“You said the lawyer was coming today,” she said casually.Killian's lips moved to her collarbone. “Hmm. He is.”“What time?”He grinned against her skin. “You ask too many questions.”“I’m allowed to ask questions, Killian–”He suddenly tickled her wais

Before Damien could process what was happening, Killian was already in front of him. A heavy fist connected with Damien’s face,crack!, his nose burst with blood, a sharp crunch echoing through the room as he staggered backward and crashed into the center table. “What the, Killian?!” Damien choked, blood spilling down his lips. “Still talkin’?” Killian growled, grabbing Damien by the collar. “Didn’t I warn you to stay the fuck away from her?” “Let go of me, you psycho!” Damien tried to swing, but Killian’s reflex was faster. He yanked Damien forward, then slammed him against the wall. Calla screamed. “Killian! Stop!” But Killian wasn’t listening. “I should kill you right here,” he snarled, reaching inside his coat. “Should’ve done it the day you laid a finger on her.” The glint of metal flashed in the dim light. Click. “Don’t—” Damien gasped, raising his hands, blood pouring from his nose. “You wouldn’t—” Bang! The gunshot rang like thunder. Damien dropped to the floor, sc

"I know what you need,” he rasped, his hand slipping between their bodies to rub her clit. He knew her body like his own, knew exactly how to touch her, how to make her lose control. “Come for me, Calla. Let me feel you come on my cock.” And she did. She came undone in his arms, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Killian followed soon after, spilling into the condom with a guttural groan. He slumped back in the seat, breathing hard, his forehead pressed to hers. “Fuck,” he muttered, his hands stroking her back. “You’re going to be the death of me, Calla.” She smiled, her lips brushing against his. “If it’s any consolation, I’ll die with you.” He chuckled, low and husky. “That’s not much of a consolation, baby.” “It’s all I’ve got,” she whispered, her fingers threading through his hair. He kissed her again, slow and deep. “Ride me again.” he said grabbing another condom. “But my legs are sore,” she whined. Killian grinned, his hand reaching down between th