Killian woke up the next morning with the kind of headache that felt like a punishment. The light seeping in through the blinds only made it worse. Without looking, he reached for the locker beside him and found exactly what he expected, a cup of water and a small bottle of hangover pills Mateo had definitely left there. “Mateo,” Killian muttered under his breath with a smirk before swallowing the pills and downing the water. He pushed himself up, went to the sink, splashed cold water on his face, then stared at his reflection for a second too long. He looked like a man who didn’t sleep enough… because he hadn’t. When he stepped outside, Mateo was waiting, leaning against the car. “Morning, boss,” Mateo said, opening the door. Killian walked through the hallway, the mafia crew already lined up. “Morning, boss!” they shouted in unison, bowing slightly. He gave them a curt nod. “At ease.” Mateo drove him home in silence, knowing better than to ask about the night before.
Killian’s expression changed instantly, the easy charm vanishing behind something sharper. “One of the drivers will drop you home,” he told Calla. She frowned. “Why? What’s—” He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned down, pressing a quick, lingering kiss against her lips. “see you later” he murmured, then was already striding toward another car where Mateo slid behind the wheel. As they pulled out of the lot, Killian’s jaw flexed. “Why is that mother fucker at La Fiamma?," Mateo kept his eyes on the road. “Trouble, he seeks trouble that I'm very sure of,” was all he said. By the time they reached the restaurant, Killian was already in a dark mood. He pushed the door open and stepped inside, the scent of wood-fired pizza and expensive wine filling the air. And there he was, Vincenzo, sitting like he owned the place, a plate of pasta in front of him. “Why are you here?” Killian demanded. Vincenzo looked up, utterly unbothered. “Of course to eat. What else, brother? Isn’t thi
She couldn’t lie. Not when every part of her was screaming for him, aching for his touch. “I need you,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. His mouth crashed against hers then, a kiss that was all hunger and possession. His hands found the lace of her panties, ripping them aside with a growl. “Please,” she whispered against his lips. “Now, Killian.” He fumbled with his belt, his breath ragged. “You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about this all day.” She kissed him hard, her hands gripping his hair. “Then don’t make me wait any longer.” He groaned, lifting her slightly to slide his cock into her wet heat. She gasped at the intrusion, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Is this what you wanted?” he growled, thrusting into her hard. “To be fucked against the wall of my office, where anyone could hear you moan?” She bit her lip, unable to form words as he drove into her relentlessly. His name was on her lips, a desperate chant that echoed in the room. “A
Selene’s eyes glinted. “I know. But it’s a start. I’ll prove I’m the woman you need by your side. To start, here’s the signed document selling you my shares.” She slid a folder across the desk. Killian glanced down, not touching it. “What makes you think I can’t use this against you?” “Because my shares aren’t enough for you to take over Damien’s company, or bring it down. And if I ever needed more shares, I can get Damien’s. He’s dumb… but not too dumb. I’ve got him wrapped around my finger.” She pushed the folder closer. Killian finally picked it up, flipping through slowly. Selene thought she was playing him. But when he looked up, his eyes were sharp, calculating, dangerous. “You just made the biggest mistake of your life,” Killian said in his mind, with a smile that wasn’t a smile at all. then he finally signed it. "Take this," The sound of Killian’s voice was as smooth as the polished walnut desk between them. He slid a cheque toward her, the kind of figure that co
Killian paused. He took a long drag, eyes narrowed. “She’s not here for Damien’s sake. Her intentions are different.” “I thought the same thing,” Mateo said. “But it feels off.” Killian let the smoke trail from his lips. “Accept the appointment. I’ll meet her tomorrow.” Mateo stiffened. “Boss, I really don’t think that’s a good idea.” Killian’s tone turned cold. “Do what I ask you, Mateo.” Mateo bowed slightly. “Yes, Boss.” Killian tapped the ash into a nearby tray. “If that’s all, you can leave.” Mateo turned and left without another word. Killian leaned back in his chair, the cigarette burning slowly between his fingers. The silence wrapped around him like a blanket, but his thoughts were loud. He didn’t trust Selene. He didn’t trust Damien either. But most of all, he didn’t trust Vincenzo. The man had always played dirty, but now he was out in the open,and he knew Calla existed. He would never forgive himself if she got dragged into this mess. The ghosts fro
She felt him moving around, then heard the sound of a vibrator. She tensed, wondering what he was going to do with it. He turned it on, the buzzing filling the room. She felt the vibrator against her leg, then moving up, up, until it was pressed against her pussy. She cried out, her body jolting. He held the vibrator against her clit, making her moan. He moved it in circles, making her writhe. He increased the speed, making her gasp. “Fuck,” she cried out. “Fuck, oh my god.” He kept the vibrator on her clit, holding her hips down as she bucked. She was so close, so close to cumming. He could feel it, and he was determined to make her cum. She screamed as she came, her body shaking violently. He kept the vibrator on her, drawing out her orgasm. She was panting, her body covered in sweat. He turned off the vibrator, tossing it aside. “Good girl,” he praised, and she could hear the smile in his voice. “You cum so pretty when you’re tied up and blindfolded.” She was still pant