LOGIN“You are not a prisoner, but you are my wife. You are officially a Davenport for the next six months, so act like one!” He warned me. “Fuck you.” I spat at him. “If you want my dick, all you have to do is strip and bend over the table. I might consider you and fuck you.” ………………….. THIS IS A SPICY AND DARK MAFIA ROMANCE BOOK. KILLIAN DAVENPORT IS UNHINGED!! R18. 185 days. That’s how long Aspen Vale must survive as the wife of Killian Davenport. The ruthless mafia lord who bought her freedom, only to cage her in his world of power, secrets, and sin. She was sold to him like property. Her father signed her life away for money, and Killian accepted not out of love, but obsession. She looks like the woman he once lost. And now he refuses to let her go. In Killian’s mansion, there are rules, cruel and unyielding rules. No lies. No defiance. No pregnancy. He doesn’t want a wife. He wants a ghost to worship, a memory to control. But Aspen isn’t made to be broken. The more he tries to destroy her, the more she burns beneath his touch. She tells herself she’ll endure him for 185 days—then escape. But monsters like Killian don’t set their prey free. And the most dangerous part of all? She’s no longer sure she wants him to.
View MoreAspen The house was massive. Every time I walked through it, I felt the weight of its emptiness pressing in. Killian’s wealth was obvious in the gleam of polished marble floors, the sweeping staircase that curved like liquid, the chandeliers hanging from high ceilings that caught the afternoon sun in a thousand sparkles. It was beautiful, yes, but it made me feel small, fragile. The walls echoed even the softest steps, every creak a reminder that I wasn’t alone, and I couldn’t hide anything forever.Clear was sprawled on one of the plush sofas in the living room, a book open in her lap but her eyes on me more often than the pages. “Aspen… you’ve barely eaten anything today,” she said, tilting her head, the faintest edge of concern in her voice.I forced a smile, adjusting the scarf I had pulled over my chest. “I’m not hungry,” I said quickly. My voice sounded sharper than I intended.Clear set her book aside, rising gracefully from the sofa. “Aspen,” she said softly, walking toward m
Aspen The white walls of the hospital room smelled sharply of antiseptic, the beeping of machines filling the silence. I tried to sit up again, and the nurse’s hand pressed gently on my shoulder.“Slow down,” she said, soft but firm. “You need to let your body recover first. We need to run a few tests, just to be sure everything’s okay.”Clear squeezed my hand, her eyes fixed on mine. “Aspen… I know you’re scared, but you have to stay calm. Everything is going to be fine.”I swallowed, trying to nod, though my throat was dry. My stomach fluttered in a way that made me tense instantly. Something inside me felt wrong, and I had a bad, sinking feeling I couldn’t put into words.The doctor arrived a few minutes later, clipboard in hand. He was calm, middle-aged, with kind eyes that seemed to see more than I wanted him to. Clear stood at my side, her fingers entwined with mine.“Good afternoon, Aspen,” he said, voice warm and professional. “I understand you fainted at home. That can happe
Aspen A week had passed since everything went crazy, since the attack, the chaos, and the night I had spent wrapped up in Killian’s arms. Somehow, despite everything, life had settled into a strange kind of rhythm. Not normal, because normal was never really an option with him, but… easier. Safer, even.I had started noticing things about him I hadn’t before. Small things, little cracks in the armor he carried like it was part of him. He laughed more now, sometimes at the silliest things, and he smiled without that cold calculation I had first met. He took me out to eat more, suggested drives just to clear our heads, even let me pick some of the places. Dates, he called them, though the idea of dating a mafia boss in a contract marriage was still absurd. But I found myself enjoying them.That’s how we ended up here today, in the middle of a park I had wanted to see for months. I had begged, insisting we take a break from the chaos of his world, and somehow he had agreed. He drove me
Aspen I had expected the kiss to feel familiar.That was the dangerous part of contract marriages. You rehearsed the rules so often that you started believing you were immune to surprises. We were married on paper. We shared a bed. We had touched each other before with intention and heat and a careful distance that pretended not to want more. I thought a kiss would simply be another checked box. Proof that we could perform the role when necessary.Instead it lingered on my mouth like a question I did not know how to answer.The restaurant lights faded behind us as Killian opened my door. The night air was cool and carried the faint smell of rain and asphalt. He placed his hand at my lower back out of habit or possession or something else entirely and guided me into the car. His touch stayed a second longer than needed. I felt it through my dress and straight into my chest.The door closed. Silence followed.The city hummed around us as the driver pulled away. Streetlights streaked pa






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