The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 460

Galen leaned heavily against the cool bathroom tiles, completely soaked, lazily admiring Livia's stunning curves under the showerhead. He watched her as she completely ignored him, rinsing the remaining soap from her luminous skin.

Her slender, delicate hands traced down from her collarbone.

Galen's eyes darkened. A cold, dangerous scoff escaped his lips. He tore off his ruined, dripping shirt and tossed it onto the wet floor.

"Why exhaust yourself, sister?"

"I need a shower anyway. Let me help you."

Genuine fury finally broke through the icy mask on her face. She fought him fiercely, but with one effortless spin, Galen had her pinned against the tiled wall, her back completely flush against his chest. "Don't move if you don't want it to hurt."

"You call me your sister, yet you do this. Aren't you afraid of going to hell?" She whipped her head around, her beautiful eyes blazing with rage.

"We're not blood-related. No hell for us," he murmured against her ear, his voice dropping into a rough, heavy cadence. "Fine. From now on, outside of bed, I won't call you sister."

He didn't give her another second to speak. The moment she turned her head, he grabbed her jaw and crushed his lips against hers in a punishing, bruising kiss.

After throwing her onto the massive bed, Galen suddenly remembered the last time they were here—Livia had hidden scissors under her pillow and nearly severed his favorite asset.

This time, he smartly reached under the pillow. Just as he expected, his fingers brushed against cold metal. He pulled out a fruit knife and tossed it carelessly onto the floor.

The second the metal clattered against the wood, he dragged her under him.

Listening to the usually composed, untouchable woman completely lose control and cry out beneath him, a dark thrill flashed through his eyes. "Seems you really do want me dead. But unless I'm dying on top of you, I refuse to go out any other way."

It was well past noon.

Galen had showered and was now standing by the edge of the bed, an unlit cigarette clamped between his teeth. His eyes were cold.

He glanced at the woman sprawled across the tangled sheets, her eyes blank and staring into nothing, her body finally still.

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