ANMELDENSan Francisco royalty, Killian Fobster is an egotistical, manipulative asshole who will rather fuck an octopus on live television than get tied down to a woman. But when his one-night-stand from two months ago shows up in his office with not-so-pleasant news, he has to make certain decisions that may involve going against everything he stands for. With his vicious good looks, skirt-chasing habits, and cold demeanor, he is the last person a sweet girl like Hope Sterling should be involved with, but desperate times call for rather creative measures, and soon after she finds herself trapped in the sham of a fake union that threatens to blossom into something that may change her life forever.
Mehr anzeigen大統領スイートは、柔らかく拡散する光に包まれていた。まるで部屋の隅々まで、物事をはっきりと見せないように設計されているかのようだった。すべてが音を殺し、静かだった。控えめでありながら、息苦しいほどの贅沢。カーテンは閉め切られ、外界を遮断していた。街の上に浮かぶその密閉された空間の中で、シャンテルは横たわり、手首を腹の上で組み、目には黒い絹の目隠しをされていた。
どれだけ待ったか、もうわからなかった。五分かもしれない。三十分かもしれない。
十二回目だった。
あと八十八夜。すべてが終わるまで。彼女が自由になるまでは。
音もなくドアが開いた。彼が入ってくるのは見えなかったが、その存在はすぐに感じ取れた。あのウッディでドライな、控えめだが官能的な香水。彼の匂い。千の中からでも見分けられる匂い。それは彼女の喉の奥、腰の奥、鼓動の内側にまで刻み込まれていた。
彼は何も言わなかった。決して何も言わない。
シャンテルは、隣のマットレスが沈むのを感じた。空気の張り詰め方が変わった。まるで部屋の分子の一つ一つが、彼女が決して見ることのないこの男の、沈黙した権威の前に屈服するかのように。彼の熱が近づいてくる。ゆっくりと、制御されて。彼女はすぐにそれを認識した。この熱を、彼女は恐れると同時に待ち望んでいた。
彼は彼女に準備ができているかどうか、決して尋ねなかった。その必要はなかった。契約は明確だった。彼女はそのすべての条項を熟知していた。
彼の指が彼女の腰を滑った。ゆっくりと、不気味なほどの正確さで。指が触れた場所はすべて、皮膚の下に広がる震えを残した。まるで制御不能な神経の波のように。彼は計算された遅さで彼女の骨盤の輪郭をなぞり、すべての曲線を探った。彼女は何も見えなかったが、すべてを感じていた。彼のズボンが裸の太ももに擦れる微かな感覚。彼女自身の柔らかな曲線とは対照的な、彼のわずかにざらついた指の乾いた質感。
彼の手のひらの圧力が増し、下腹部へと下りていき、そして秘部の直前で止まった。まるで彼女を熱っぽい期待の状態に閉じ込めておくかのように。その待機は、ほとんど苦痛にさえなり始めていた。
彼女は彼に触れることを許されていなかった。それがルールだった。しかし、彼女の指は思わず収縮し、シーツに食い込んだ。彼の一つ一つの仕草を返したいという衝動に駆られた。彼の息を止めさせたい。彼を自分の中に繋ぎとめたい。しかし、彼女にはその権利がなかった。彼女の手のひらは自分の太もも、喉、そして脚の間の耐え難い虚無に押し当てられた。彼がまだいない場所。彼女が既に欲している場所。
彼はさらに身を乗り出し、胸が彼女の胸にかすかに触れ、唇はゆっくりと、陰険に下りていった。彼の唇が太ももの内側をかすめた時、彼女はかすれた、あまりに生々しくて偽りようのないうめき声を殺しきれなかった。腰が制御不能な痙攣で跳ねた。
彼は止まった。リズムを決めるのは彼であることを、彼女に理解させるかのように。彼女は征服されるべき土地に過ぎないのだと。彼は彼女を喜ばせようとしているのではない。彼女を探検しているのだ。解剖している。支配している。
そして今夜、今夜の彼は、優しくもなく、凶暴でもなかった。彼は正確だった。ほとんど残酷なほどの遅さで。野性的な忍耐で。まるで素手で彼女を解体しようとしているかのようだった。
彼の指が、わずかに開かれた彼女の太腿の間に滑り込んだ。
彼女の腰は思わず浮き上がった。求めて。呼んで。まだ訪れないものを要求して。
彼は唇をゆっくりと、じらすように、彼女の唇まで這い上げた。しかし、触れはしなかった。そこにとどまり、近くで、息を切らし、無言で。
そして、彼は彼女の中に入った。一気にではない。叫び声とともにでもない。しかし、獰猛なほどの遅さで。
「あ…あ…なんてこと…そう…」
彼女は弓なりになり、息を切らし、唇は声なきうめきに開かれ、指はシーツに跡がつくほど強く握りしめられた。こみ上げる炎を抑えきれずに。この、分厚く、燃えるように熱く、制御不能な高まりが。喉を締め付け、彼女のすべてを空っぽにした。彼以外のすべてを。彼はほとんど動かなかった。彼女が感じられる程度に。彼女がもっと欲しがる程度に。
彼女は懇願したかったが、言葉は喉の奥に詰まったままだった。ここに言葉の入り込む余地はなかった。ただ、吐息と、震えと、波があるだけだった。
彼の動きの一つ一つに、彼女の思考は一つずつ崩れ落ちていくのを感じた。耐えられる限界ぎりぎりの、計算された往復運動。
「んん…あ…もっと…止めないで…」
彼女は均衡を失った。もはやただの肉体だった。差し出された肉。途切れる呼吸。抑えられた絶頂。
そして、その目の上の暗闇の中で、その湿った闇の中で、彼女はすべてを忘れた。自分の名前も。自分の過去も。契約も。数字も。
残ったのは彼だけ。彼、正体不明の彼。彼、決して見ることのない彼。彼、声すら知ることのない彼。しかし、そのたびごとに、彼女の中に、より深く、より消えない刻印を焼き付ける彼。
それが終わった時、彼女はそこに横たわったままだった。息を切らし。裸で。震えて。空っぽで。打ちのめされて。残存する痙攣でまだ締め付けられる腹。彼の不在で脈打つ中心。開かれた脚。
HOPEA month later. Giving birth was the easy part— the heart-stopping contractions. Sweating like a donkey and trying to push while being spread out like some farm exhibit with strangers gawking between my knees. The yelling, the bleeding. Having my vagina stitched—it didn't seem terrifying at all.Know what was?Having to deal with all this baby weight that came after.I cursed my misfortune, turning to look at myself sideways in the mirror. After my pregnancy with Ryan, my body has yet to regain its original shape and for me, that was pretty devastating. "What's taking so long?" Killian asked, as usual, walking into my room unannounced but I was too annoyed to care if he saw me standing in my underwear or not. "What's wrong?" He strolled with lith grace towards me, and I found it ironic how he got to look this perfect while I carried all the scars and weight that came with birth. "The dress I picked out didn't fit. I feel humongous." "Hope." He sighed and stared at me through
KillianI sleepwalked through the all process of wiping the blood away from my hands and strapping into a blue overall. My brain didn't recollect any information, except the one where I was being ushered into a room with doctors hovering around the elevated bed like wild animals. I carefully stepped inside, My heart wrenching painfully in my chest as my eyes landed on Hope. She was laying with a thick pink blanket draped over her parted legs. Her pale face was strained with tears, her hair flying wildly across her face. She was sweating, eyes closed tight with the pain."Hope, you need to push," the doctor demanded, but she shook her head, groaning in pain. "I can't," she breathed, keeping her eyes closed as her legs quivered. "I can't. It hurts.""Hope..." My voice broke as I moved closer to her, calling her desperately and I wasn't sure if she had heard me but then her bloodshot eyes pushed open and the moment they met mine, my chest felt tight; like I was being suffocated. "Ki
Killian My heart wasn't made of stone. It was just like everyone else's, and right now, it hammered against my ribs so painfully I was sure I'd die. But I didn't stop.I squeezed the stirring wheel as I sped down the freeway, trying to exhaust myself, trying not to think. I was running—away from my life, away from my thoughts, away from Hope.The look on her face when I'd zoomed off taunted me. Hearing the pain in her voice as she begged me to stay wounded my heart. It felt like someone had cracked open my ribs and gripped my beating heart in their hands only to nearly squeeze the life out of it. The guilt ate me alive. I shouldn't have left her that way, but despite the pain, I did it because I was hurting, because I was scared that if I stayed, I'd only be caging her. I couldn't do that. I couldn't hurt her any more than I already had. So I wanted to go. I wanted to go back to my life where she meant nothing to me.But how could I ever do that when she'd taken up all the space t
I was in a complete daze when I walked back into my apartment.My heart broke and it felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. I didn't want to believe that Killian was gone. I didn't want to believe that he had left me again. Maybe it was all a dream, maybe if I closed my eyes or if I pinched myself hard enough he'd—"Great, you're back," Scott's voice pulled me out of my tailspin. He stepped out of my kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hand and looked at me like nothing had happened; like he hadn't just sold his pride and driven the love of my life out of the door. "Now that you're here, we can talk about your flight schedule." My fist clenched by my side. When I said nothing but glared at him with all the hate and anger and fury I could muster, he released a long breath. "Come on, why are you looking at me like that." He walked toward me and stretched out his cup. "Drink this, you'll feel better."I slapped his hand along with the cup out of my face and watched as it shat
My heart was palpitating. It pounded hard, so hard that I swore it would burst out of my chest. "What the hell are you doing here?!" Scott barked, charging at him again but I quickly wormed my way in between them."Scott please stop.""No." He hissed, his eyes filled with so much rage as he shoved me
"Kiss me," I implored, once again enslaved by my body, unashamed of my words. "Kiss me, Killian."I never really understood the power of desire until this very moment, until we were both inside my apartment, standing inches away from each other, feeding off the sensations, the overwhelming sense of n
HopeAfter dinner, Killian and I walked the beach a while in comfortable silence, watching the scanty crowd. Life here seemed so different, so surreal, carefree, easy. "Everyone here seems happy. It's amazing.""If you like it so much, we could always relocate."I snapped my head to look at him. He shr
Killian I'd spent the better part of my morning clearing the piled-up stacks of documents on my desk. The other part consisted of planning a date that put me in a royally pissed mood because nothing was going the way I wanted it to. What the fuck was I thinking when I'd said that in the first place?












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