Forbidden Mated To My Mother's Husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Aurora POVMaybe I did it to start trouble. Maybe I wanted to remind Killian he doesn’t own me, no matter how deep the bond pulls or how hot his mouth felt on my skin. Because the second we got back, he went right back to pretending I didn’t exist. Didn’t say a word. Didn’t look at me. Just tossed a rag in my direction like I was nothing more than a servant and told me to clean the floor before tomorrow’s meeting.So yeah, I got pissed. And maybe I wanted him to feel it. Maybe I needed him to.Touching myself wasn’t about pleasure. Not really. It was a statement. A message I knew he’d receive loud and clear through the bond. I wanted him uncomfortable. Distracted. Desperate. Just like he left me. I only hope it worked.The house is quiet now as I slip out of my room, bare feet soft against the wood floor. I keep my steps light as I make my way down to the kitchen. I’m not supposed to be here. That rule’s been drilled into me more times than I can count. I eat when food is brought to m

Killian POV I drop into the nearest chair, dragging a hand through my hair as I force myself to focus anywhere but where she is.This was a mistake. Every second she’s near me, the bond coils tighter, dragging my control thinner. My wolf won’t settle. It keeps pacing, pushing, snarling every time I so much as think about another man looking at her. And tonight, there’ll be plenty of that. Men. Looking.I swear softly under my breath and lean forward, elbows on my knees, staring at the floor like it’ll give me answers.Minutes pass. Ten. Fifteen. The knot in my chest doesn’t ease. At twenty, I sense her before I see her. The shift in the air. The faintest trace of her scent now mixed with something warmer, silk, perfume, something soft and expensive clinging to her skin.I look up, and my entire body locks.Aurora steps toward me slowly, hesitant, her hands clasped nervously in front of her. The dress is deep midnight blue, fitted but not tight, wrapping around her body like it was m

Killian POVI sit here staring at him, and I know Lucas Ainsley knows exactly what he’s doing. His smile stays easy, and relaxed, like he’s got no idea why the air around this table has gone sharp enough to cut through. But I know. I watched it. I watched his hand slide beneath the table. I watched the way Aurora froze beside me, her breath catching just enough that I felt it through the bond. And he touched her like he had every right to.She’s shaking. Not visibly, not enough anyone else would notice, but I can feel it. She’s sitting too still now. Breathing too carefully. She hasn’t looked at me once since he leaned in.My wolf claws at me from the inside, demanding I do something, but I can’t. Not here. Not now. I can’t tear into him in the middle of a dinner meeting, not when half this restaurant is filled with humans. But that doesn’t stop the fury burning through me like wildfire. My fingers curl around the edge of the table, gripping the polished wood until I feel it creak unde

Aurora POVI barely get a second to brace myself before he thrusts into me hard and fast, slamming into me like the control he’s been clutching finally shatters. My head hits the wall, my legs tightening around him automatically, my mouth falling open in a broken gasp I can’t control. The sudden stretch, the force of it, makes my entire body shake.He groans, low and guttural, his forehead dropping to my shoulder as he buries himself deep inside me. His whole body trembles now, like he’s on the edge of something he can’t come back from, his control unraveling second by second.“I can’t… fuck, Aurora… my wolf…” His words aren’t smooth anymore, they’re broken and breathless, whispered like he’s confessing something he hates himself for. “I can’t hold him back. He’s too close.”I can feel it, the way his skin burns hotter against mine, the way his body shudders as his hips pull back, only to slam forward again, harder this time, rougher. He’s not careful now. Not slow. He’s lost to it, to

Killian POVThen I step into the bath with her.The moment the water hits her skin, she stirs.Her body tenses slightly in my arms, her breathing changing. I feel her lashes flutter against my chest before her voice breaks through, soft and confused.“Killian?”I look down as her eyes open slowly, wide and uncertain. She’s confused, her voice uncertain but not afraid. The sight of her like this—vulnerable, trusting, half-asleep against me—nearly breaks whatever’s left of my restraint.“It’s fine,” I tell her softly. “I’m staying with you. All night.”Something in her shifts at those words. I feel it. The tension leaves her body slowly, like she’s been waiting for me to say exactly that, even if she didn’t know it. She sinks against my chest, her head resting just beneath my chin, her breathing steady again.I should not have said that, but I did.I lean back against the smooth wall of the bath, holding her carefully against me as the water laps around us. The heat soaks into my muscles