He didn’t stop there. It was as if madness had taken over us again. He took me against the ground in front of the fireplace. Again on the armchair, while I was on top of him, and again against the wall.
By the time we finished our fifth round, I was swollen and aching, bone-tired, sprawled over him. He had laid a blanket beside the fireplace, and we lay down together. "I love you," he murmured against my hair, brushing his hand up and down my back in a soothing motion as I lay over him. "You have to stop saying it. Saying it once is enough." "Why do I get the feeling you don't believe me when I say it?" I lifted my chin to rest on his chest and looked at him. "I do," I said. But he didn’t look like he believed it. "I don't still understand why your feelings for me are so intense, but I know you're telling the truth. I just can’t..." I took a deep breath, "accept it. I heard it before from someone, and it didHe didn’t stop there. It was as if madness had taken over us again. He took me against the ground in front of the fireplace. Again on the armchair, while I was on top of him, and again against the wall. By the time we finished our fifth round, I was swollen and aching, bone-tired, sprawled over him. He had laid a blanket beside the fireplace, and we lay down together. "I love you," he murmured against my hair, brushing his hand up and down my back in a soothing motion as I lay over him. "You have to stop saying it. Saying it once is enough." "Why do I get the feeling you don't believe me when I say it?" I lifted my chin to rest on his chest and looked at him. "I do," I said. But he didn’t look like he believed it. "I don't still understand why your feelings for me are so intense, but I know you're telling the truth. I just can’t..." I took a deep breath, "accept it. I heard it before from someone, and it did
My father shouldn’t have done one thing—and that was threaten me directly, trying to plant discord in the name of Killian. He still thinks he’s dealing with the naive Mila, who only grew a backbone because of a man. He couldn’t be more wrong. His worst mistake was assuming that just because I am his flesh and blood, he knows anything about me. I could feel every eye on me as I agreed with Tommen Anderson. Killian’s dark, fiery gaze was ready to burn me as the call was cut. I got a vague idea of his location—he was near the Anderson Mansion. "Is he really this sloppy or just blind in desperation?" I wondered, stepping aside so the screen was visible to the six men who had come with Killian. Behind me, Eva and the others stood as well. "This is the location the call was traced to," Killian said, handing it to one of the men. "Go scout the place thoroughly." The men disappeared the moment he commanded, and I turned to see we were left
The man's hands stretched out toward me. With a quick reflex, I ducked beneath his arms, keeping my eyes fixed on the exit. He turned swiftly to grab me again, but before he could reach me, someone skidded beside me, placing herself between us. It took a second to register—it was Eva. Before I could blink, she struck. First, his arm. Then, his thigh. A sharp grunt of pain escaped him. I heard a sickening crack. The man dropped to his knees—another brutal crack followed—and then he collapsed, unmoving. Eva straightened her denim jacket, ran her fingers through her hair, and turned to face me. "Are you alright? Did he touch you?" she asked, placing a hand on my shoulder as her eyes scanned me from head to toe. I nodded, trying to piece my thoughts together. “I’m fine. I’m fine.” But as I looked down at the man twice her size, the truth hit me. He wasn’t unconscious. His neck was twisted at an unnatural angle, his eyes blank. He was d
Killian pulled away, turning his back to me. Taking the tank top that had fallen on the side of the bed and his shorts, he quickly dressed as he said, “Maybe he did it for fun,” a cold humor in his voice. I pulled the sheets up to my chest. “My parents didn’t want me to enter this life,” he began. “I had never met my grandfather. We were on a private island, living a quiet life,” there was a look on his face—something between a memory and wistfulness. “I knew who my parents were, but I was miles away from this world.” He finally looked at me. “And one day, one of their enemies caught up to us. We were taken off the island, onto a private yacht. He tortured us, killed them in front of me, and was about to kill me… but my grandfather found us. That was the first time I met him.” “How old were you?” I asked. “Thirteen. Two years later, after my grandfather found the man who did it, it was I who sliced his throat.” I didn’t know what to say. A p
Killian's fingers danced against my skin with practiced ease, brushing over every nerve, every sensitive spot that made me squirm and moan his name. He knew my body now—how to unravel me. And when his hand finally reached my slick folds—"I can't wait anymore, love. Are you ready for me?" he asked, his fingers brushing along my heat.I was already trembling on the edge of ecstasy. I nodded, breathless, and he kissed me deeply as he aligned himself at my entrance. Slowly, he pushed inside me, and my world dimmed to just him. He was all I could see, all I could feel, stretching me open, molding me around him. My body gave way willingly.His thrusts were slow at first, torturously slow, until I lost whatever dignity I had left."Killian, please… go faster," I begged, breathless.That damn mischievous grin tugged at his lips. He bent lower, still moving inside me, and took one of my nipples into his mouth, flicking and sucking while his other hand rolled and teased t
I look at Killian, and he puts the paper aside. Picking another file, he handed it to me. I sat back and opened it. It was not just my father’s file, but my grandfather’s as well, and my great-grandfather, Philip Anderson. Everything from their birth to death, or how many missions they did as a Shadow Knight was here—except my father. His details all matched with his facade, but nothing about the Shadow Knight. “Someone deliberately removed him from our records,” he said. “Who would do that, and why?” I wondered as I looked down at the papers. The file was thick. They were not just Shadow Knights—they were good at it. I come from a line of murderers. It was right here. “Why? This is yet to be seen. But who? I already have the answer.” I looked at him with a silent question. “My grandfather. He is the only one in the position to do so, and Tommen was here before me and was an active part of the organization for ten years.” “Ten year