I shivered as a cold so potent crept through the heavy layers of my skin and numbed my blood.A sex club? I licked my dry lips. Up until now I only knew commercialized stuff about BDSM, Dom, and subs that I had read from dark romance novels and It always seemed treacherous but this...was real, unfolding right in front of me and I was transfixed by the sight."I'm guessing by the look on your face you haven't been to one before." Killian finally spoke, watching the stage and the red-haired girl on it as he sipped his cocktail."What's going to happen to her?" I had no idea when that question slipped out of my mouth. It was so startling seeing something like this and I honestly didn't know how to feel. "B.A.D.""What does that mean?""Bondage and discipline."My heart stopped for a mere second."It's a BDSM power play." He continued, taking another casual sip. "Having another person control your pleasure, training you to obey, follow rules, disciplining you if you fail to follow instr

A hot sensation crept over me and settled between my legs. This was bad, really bad, and I couldn't do a single thing about it because this intimidatingly sexy man standing on the edge of the bed in only his body-hugging boxers had me caged underneath his dilated and dark gaze. How could I possibly be getting aroused by just looking at him?Shocked and humiliated that I could fall so blatantly, I pushed up on my elbow and tried to flee backward but he caught my left ankle and I yelped out his name when he pulled me to him, jamming his hand between my knees and flinging them apart. Then he settled himself right there, right there where I could feel his hardened erection rub against me."Killian, let me go." I struggled, my small fist pounding on his chest and I presume it didn't sit well with him because he responded to my unruliness quickly and a muscle deep inside my belly clenched with pleasure when his right hand swatted the side of my ass sharply. Good lord."Behave." He admonis

I had lost sense of time as I stood there, hands shaking, heart pounding, eyes wide open. My throat felt like it was closing and my chest constricted. It was as though my world shifted off balance and everything began to tilt. I struggled to inhale but the breath lodged in my throat refused to emerge as I stared at the photo of Killian and then the accompanying headline that followed. Scandalous marriage.Those two words rang in my head, making my heart stop and pump again. A scandalous marriage. A gold digger?False pregnancy. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, wishing it would all go away, wishing this was just one big scary nightmare, but when I opened it, it remained the same. The headlines remained the same. They'd dubbed me the gold digger, they'd dragged me out for using my suspicious pregnancy as a means of trapping Killian. Did I?I didn't. I didn't trap him nor did I force him to marry me. I didn't even want any of this. I didn't want to be with Killian or get pregna

KillianBleeding. The minute my mother barged into the room and told me that Hope had been bleeding, my blood ran cold. "What do you mean she's bleeding?" I was breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath from nearly being strangled to death by my father who seemed as shocked as I was. "I don't fucking understand."My mother panicked in front of me, her hands red with blood, Hopes blood. "She's losing your baby Killian, we need to get her to the hospital!" "Where the hell is she?""She's in the study. Hurry!"I forgot everything else right after those words and raced out of the door but the moment I barged into the room and saw her sitting on the chair, the look of pure torture on her face as linings of blood stained her thighs and then slid down her legs, I froze. It felt like someone had cracked open my ribs and squeezed the life out of my beating heart.Hope. Blood. The baby. "Killian don't just stand there, do something!" Mother barked at me and air rushed back into my lung

Killian Waking up completely wrapped around Hope while she slept in one of my hoodies did something to my insides that I didn't understand. It had been at least three hours since I jerked off in the bathroom and left home and I thought that maybe forcing my focus back into work would help me rid myself of these thoughts and clear my head, but it remained the same. Everything— this ache in my chest, the need for closure, wanting to touch her, to tell her how beautiful her morning face looked, to tell her the fuzzy feeling she stirred in my stomach every time she mumbled cutely in her sleep—"Mr. Fobster?"Cleo's labored breaths jolted me out of my dazed state and I immediately looked up from the screen of my laptop which I had been staring blindly at for the past five minutes."What?"A trickle of sweat slipped from her caked face as she dropped the cup of guacamole blended smoothie I'd made her walk five blocks to get. "Your smoothie."I leaned forward and eyed the green substance s