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Lilly's P.O.V

Addison was sitting on the bed, her knees drawn up to her chest, rocking. She gasped when she saw me jumping to her feet. Her eyes wildly moving between me, Killian and Mik, who were twisting my knife in his hand. She moved into a corner of the room when Mik pocketed the knife, then closed the door, locking it.

I looked at her. Her face didn't ring any bells, and I didn't feel any kinship towards her either. It was like looking at a stranger.

"Really, Killian? You f**ked that!" I spat.

She wasn't anything special. Her blonde hair looked like she'd dyed it over her kitchen sink. It looked over-processed and like strings of straw that had been left in the sun. Her body wasn't anything to write home about either. She looked used up and washed out, and definitely not like a woman that Killian would go for.

"In my defence..." he trailed off. "F**k, I don't even have a defence. It was a lapse in judgment, baby."

Mik chuckled. "More like temporary insanity."

"Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything." Addison cried.

The way she looked at Mik and Killian clearly stated what her 'I'll do anything' meant. She made me sick.

"Not even if my f**king life depended on it." Mik shuddered.

His reaction and the scorn on his face almost made me laugh. Jessy would be proud. Killian, on the other hand, remained silent. His eyes were deadly cold as he looked at her. He didn't have to say anything, his look said it all.

"Why don't you take a seat, sweetheart? No one wants to hurt you,"

I pointed to the bed as I took a seat in the chair opposite it. Mik and Killian stayed behind me, leaned up against the wall. Ready and waiting in case she grew brave enough to try anything. Although I didn't need their protection, I appreciated the gesture.

She looked at the bed then back at me. I motioned again to it, encouraging her to get comfortable. She drifted her body against the wall, her eyes never leaving me. She looked like a scared cat that was backed into a corner with no hope of escaping.

When she was seated, I called Levi asking him to get her something to eat and some clean clothing. I wanted her as comfortable as possible.

"Look, Addison. It is Addison, isn't it?" I asked.

She nodded her head wildly. She didn't question why it was that I didn't know her name when we were supposed to be cousins. I guess she already knew the reason since she possibly had a hand in it.

"I don't want to hurt you if I don't have to. You're my cousin, Addison. We're family and family must stick together. This can all be over if you just cooperate with me, okay?"

It was a lie. I wanted to hurt her, but as Mik said, I had to be smart about it. She was going to die, there was no question in that. I just had to make sure it wasn't linked back to us.

"How's uncle Joey?" I asked with a bright smile on my face.

I watched as she assessed me. Trying to gauge whether I was being genuine. I kept the smile on my face and smirk inward as she started relaxing a bit.

"H-he's okay." She stuttered, still shaking.

"Oh my god, I miss him so much. From what I remember, I was his favourite niece." I sighed with a little giggle as if remembering.

However, it was all fake because I didn't remember her or her father. But even if I did, I'd still want to kill her.

She had her arms wrapped around herself, still looking wildly between Mik, Killian and me.

"Listen, Sweetie, all you have to do is tell me what I want to know, and we all can go home. You don't have to be afraid; I won't let anyone hurt you and that's a promise. How does that sound?"

That part wasn't a complete lie. I had no intention of letting anyone hurt her, I wanted to do that myself.

Again, she nodded her head wildly. I smiled at her. I needed her to believe that she was safe, it was the only way for me to get the information I needed. Levi returned with the food and her clothes.

"Here you go, Addison. Why don't you have something to eat and take a nice warm bath. You must be famished and exhausted."

I stood, watching as she eyed the food greedily. I pushed the small table next to her which the food was on, encouraging her to eat.

"Go ahead, sweetie. Dig in."

She didn't need much encouragement. She grabbed the plate and started swallowing the food like a woman who hasn't been fed in months.

"There you go," I said with a smile. "After you're done, you can have a nice warm bath and get some rest. We will continue our conversation in the morning. We have so much to catch up on." I said with a little cheery laugh.

I watched her for a while. Rage filled me and it took everything in me to turn and walk out of the room. I had to keep reminding myself that we needed her alive.

When we were outside, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I still wanted to go back in and slit her throat, but I knew I couldn't. Instead, I turned the lock in the door and handed the keys to Levi.

"F**k, sis. I think you're even better than Killian at this and that's f**king scary."

I smiled at his compliment. "Thank you."

"It wasn't meant to be a compliment." He responded.

I laughed, "I'll take it as one anyway."

Killian was looking at me with so much pride that it made me blush. I felt like that teenage girl I once was with his eyes on me, devouring me.

"You are so f**king sexy, baby. You don't know how hard I'm trying not to brace you up against that wall and f**k your brains out."

Mik grunted in disgust, walking away from us with Levi following behind him. He said something about us defiling his eyes, and completely ignoring his request.

However, I didn't pay much attention to him because I was solely focused on the man in front of me.

"I don't see any reason why you shouldn't."

He grabbed me, pushing me up against the wall. The ridges from the boarded design dug into my skin, but I didn't care. Grabbing my hands, he pressed them above my head. He wasn't gentle about it either, but I welcomed the pain.

I panted as I looked into his eyes and saw a look that matched mine. We were both f**ked up. Both into things that no one else would understand.

He leaned into me, passion and dominance swirling around in his eyes and his touch.

"You like it when I hurt you, don't you baby?" His breath fanned against my lips.

I did, I really f**king did. "Yes," was my breathy reply.

He leaned in a little closer. His lips brushing mine. I moved my head to try and kiss him, but his hand captured my throat, squeezing.

"Breaking the rules already, Red?"

He applied a little more pressure, and I almost came from the pleasure that was surging through me. F**k! I wanted to break the rules some more.

"You kinky little vixen. You love it don't you?"

He moved his hand from my throat and slipped it under the dark green dress that I was wearing. My legs shook as his hand slid into my panties.

"You love it when I make you feel pain, don't you?"

He pushed two fingers up inside of me, and he was far from being gentle. I sucked in a breath feeling the pain mixed with the pleasure.

"You love it when I take control of your body."

He kicked my legs further apart, pushing his fingers deeper inside of me. I closed my eyes, biting my lips as he pulled out and push back in again.

He flipped me around, spreading my hands against the wall. I squealed when he grabbed my waist when I tried to turn around. He pulled me so that my ass was pressed against him. One of his hands went back to my throat and the other back into my panties.

"And you especially love it when I f**k you without your permission. You like to pretend like I'm forcing you to do things that you don't want to. But the truth is, you f**king love it. Crave it even."

He was right. Something very dark and dangerous lived inside of me, and whatever it was loved it when Killian took control. It loved it when I'm begging him to stop but he doesn't. I would have loved to say that some part of me hated it, but I'd only be lying to myself.

He hiked my dress up over my hips, exposing my ass to him. I held my breath in anticipation of what was to come. And he didn't disappoint. My body jerked forward when I felt the sting of his hand on my bare skin.

I couldn't help the moan that came out of my mouth. His hand on my throat tightened, cutting my air off. I dug my nails into the wall, almost breaking them. He released me just when I thought I was going to pass out.

As I tried to catch my breath, he pushed my underwear down. I was so caught up in the pleasure that I was feeling that I wasn't prepared when I felt him thrust inside of me.

My breath caught, as he pulled all the way out and thrust back in again. His hand squeezing around my neck with every thrust. My moans turning into screams as he slammed into me, over and over again. Tears stung my eyes as I fought for air.

My body came alive under his cruelty. It felt like I was about to pass out, but I loved it. I loved the way he used and abused my body. Killian awakened a side of me that I didn't even know was there.

"Sill so f**king tight, baby."

His hand left my throat and grabbed onto my hips. I had to use my hands to support myself when he started roughly slamming into me. I was spiralling in a whirlwind of insane pleasure. He was driving me crazy with the need to feel more of him inside of me.

"Deeper, Killian...please," I begged between screams.

He obliged me, digging his fingers into my hips as he drove deeper into me. My toes curled and my fingers spread wide when I finally reached my tipping point. My scream of ecstasy echoed throughout the house, signalling my release.

Killian was not far behind. His tempo increased and I spread my legs and arched my back a little wider, giving him better access. He grunted, driving further into me. I closed my eyes, loving the feeling of him moving within my depths. Taking me to a place of contentment that I only found in his arms. When he finally found his release and left my body, I groaned, missing him already.

I stayed with my hands on the wall, needing to catch my breath. My eyes were closed, and my head rested on the wall, listening to him fixing himself.

He chuckled. "Red, if you stay like that, I will have no choice but to f**k you again. There are so many things that I want to remind your body of."

I was tempted to tell him to do it, but we had work to do. There would be plenty of time later for us to indulge in our twisted sexual acts. Others might condemn us for what we did. Some might even say that Killian made me that way. But to those people, I say, 'f**k you!' My life is my life and I'm entitled to love and f**k whoever the hell I want. However kinky, or f**ked up my sex life is, is no one else's business but my own.

Killian pulled my underwear back up and fixed my dress when I didn't move to do it myself. I turned around to face him, still out of breath.

He smiled, bringing his lips close to mine. "I f**king love you, my twisted little redhead vixen."

I arched a brow, and we both laughed, remembering that my hair was no longer red. But I loved that despite all that Richard did to change me, Killian still saw me the way he always has.

"I love you. I love everything about you. The good, the bad and the dysfunctional." I said against his lips."

He kissed me, but it wasn't a passionate one like I expected. It was just a light touch of our lips. Then he pulled away and dropped to his knees in front of me. I watched him in amusement, wondering what the hell he was going to do.

"Marry me." He said, surprising me.

I cupped my hand over my mouth. He got on his knee so that he could propose to me. I couldn't believe it. The romantic bastard.

"What are you doing? We're already married."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring. Tears of utter and complete joy overtook me. Killian has come such a long way, from the boy who had so much angrier than he could deal with, to the strong, confident man that was before me.

"Yes, but I've never asked you. I'm asking you now, to do me the honour of being my wife. To make me the most fortunate and the happiest man alive."

My heart swelled with love for him. I felt so giddy inside. I loved this man so much it hurt.

"Yes! Yes, yes, f**king yes!" I screamed.

He slipped the ring on my finger, right next to my old ones. I was so happy

He looked at the rings on my finger. "Perfect fit, just like you and me."

He smiled at me, and I returned it. We were definitely a perfect fit. And to keep us that way, I would have to take out everyone that was trying to harm us.