تسجيل الدخولHe stopped. Looked at me. The same hunger that always lived between us flared in his eyes. The cabin was quiet except for the soft hum of the security system. Killian moved behind me. I felt his body heat before his hands rested lightly on my shoulders. “Talk to me.” “I keep seeing her head,” I whispered. “She didn’t deserve that.” Killian’s fingers tightened slightly. “He will pay for it. Every second of pain he caused. But right now my only job is you. Keeping you alive." I turned to face him. The cabin felt smaller with us standing so close. I reached up and touched his face. The rough stubble under my fingers grounded me. “I’m glad it’s you. Not some other guard. Not one of my brothers. You.” He leaned into my touch for a second, then pulled back just enough to stay in control. “We have to be careful even here. One mistake and everything falls apart. But…” He exhaled slowly. “I can’t pretend I don’t want you. Not when it’s just us.” The honesty in his voice made my chest ach
The days after Bianca’s failed seduction attempt felt heavier than usual. Father was still pushing for the Valenti alliance even after I agreedto marry anyone else. My brothers still argued against it. I was in the stables that morning, trying to clear my head. My favorite horse, a sleek black mare named Storm, nuzzled my hand as I fed her an apple. She had been a birthday gift from Dante years ago. Riding her was one of the few things that still felt free to do. I stroked her neck and whispered soft words, wishing the rest of my life could feel this simple. I didn’t know what was already on its way. Around midday, a delivery van pulled up to the main gate. The guards checked it, then brought a large wooden box into the front hall. Father was in a meeting with Dante and Marco. Enzo was nearby. I came in from the garden just as they opened it. The smell hit first. Then the guards stepped back, faces pale. Inside the box, resting on a bed of black silk, was the severed head of Storm
The storm hit hard that evening. Rain poured down, thunder rumbling in the distance. I slipped out of the mansion through the kitchen entrance with my hood up, moving quickly toward the garden. Killian was already there, waiting under the cover of the trees. His clothes were soaked, hair plastered to his head, His eyes were dark with hurt and anger. He grabbed my arm as soon as I reached him, pulling me deeper into the garden. “You told your father you’d marry anyone else? Even a capo? You’re giving up on us?” The rain soaked us both. I pushed back against him, voice rising over the storm. “It was to buy time! To protect you from Father’s suspicion. I don’t want anyone else. Only you. It was a desperate move. To keep our secret safe. To keep you alive.” He pinned me against the brick wall of the garden shed, the rain kept pouring over us as his body pressed into mine. “You think that makes it better? Hearing you offer yourself to another man? Even to save me? It felt like you were
Dante stepped in fast. “Father, stop. Killian was just performing his duty as a guard. He’s sworn to protect Alessia. He acted on instinct. Nothing more.” The words were a cover up. Dante’s voice was steady, but I saw the unease in his eyes. He was buying us time. Saving Killian’s life. The room quieted slightly. Father lowered his hand, but the rage stayed in his eyes. Lorenzo Valenti looked at Killian with narrow eyes. He clearly sensed something was off. The “guard” was more than he seemed especially with the way Killian had moved to protect me. The tension between us was obvious to anyone paying attention. Lorenzo’s gaze lingered on Killian for a while longer. The night dragged on in heavy silence. The engagement announcement was ruined. Everyone around us whispered while Bianca just quietly watched everything that was happening before her eyes. Father was furious even as Dante tried to smooth things over. At the end of the night, Lorenzo pulled me aside for a moment. His hand
Today was a day I wished would never come. The gala for the official engagement announcement. The mansion's ballroom was decorated with flowers and crystal, music playing softly in the background. The Valenti family arrived in a show of power with black cars lining the driveway, guards everywhere. Lorenzo Valenti walked in like he already owned me. He was dressed in a sharp suit with a dangerous smile on his face whilst his eyes were on me the whole time. Father greeted them with open arms. The alliance was sealed in his mind. I stood beside him in a modest but elegant dress. I was trying to keep my face calm. But inside, I was screaming. Lorenzo took my hand immediately, kissing the back of it. His lips lingered. His thumb stroked my skin. “Alessia. You look beautiful. I’m looking forward to our future together.” I forced a small smile. “Thank you.” He stayed close the whole night. Too close. His hand on my lower back as we moved through the room. His fingers brushing my arm when
Bianca was everywhere. Cornering Killian every chance she got. I don't know if she's doing it to test us or just enjoying her time with Killian but the jealousy of seeing her so close to him and not being able to do anything pushed me pass my limit. I couldn’t take it anymore. That night, when the mansion was quiet, I slipped out of my room. I moved silently through the halls toward Killian’s quarters. My jealousy turned into need. I was going to remind him exactly who he belonged to. I pushed open the door to his bathroom. The shower was running. Steam filled the small space. Killian stood under the water, back to me, water running over his scarred, inked body. He turned when he heard the door, grey eyes widening. “Alessia, we can’t.....” I stepped into the shower fully clothed, pushing him against the tiled wall before he could finish. The hot water soaked my nightdress instantly, making the thin material cling to my breasts and hips. I kissed him hard, desperate, hands sliding
Killian’s groans vibrated against my neck as I kept grinding on his lap. The thick bulge of his cock pressed right against my soaked pussy through our clothes. Every roll of my hips made the leather of my dress ride higher and sent sparks shooting through my clit. I was dripping wet, my black lace
The booth felt too small, too hot. Killian’s body pressed against mine, hard and unyielding. His hand was still tangled in my hair, his grey eyes burning down at me like he was one second from breaking. The tequila from earlier gave me the courage I needed. I pushed him back until his legs hit the
He dragged me through the crowd toward the back of the club. People moved out of his way fast. Sofia caught my eye from the dance floor and smirked, giving me a little wave like she knew exactly what was happening. My heels clicked fast on the floor as I stumbled to keep up with his long strides. T
One tall guy with dark hair moved in front of me. He wasn’t bad looking. He matched my rhythm, his hands hovering near my waist. I kept dancing, letting the heat of the club and the alcohol push me. My eyes scanned the upper level for a second. There he was. Killian. Still in the shadows, watching







