Lahat ng Kabanata ng An Illicit Obsession : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The silence wrapped around us like a cloak. He slowly raised my head, and I looked at him with hooded eyes. Gently, he brushed my hair away from my face and pulled me in for a soft kiss before withdrawing. The wetness swept through me as he left, leaving me aching and empty once again. I sighed. He didn’t say a word. What was there to say? I knew the gut-wrenching feeling of what I had done would hit me in the morning. I looked away, waiting for him to leave, but instead, he pulled a chair in front of me and sat. I stared at him, taken aback, as his gaze held mine, unhurried, like he had all the time in the world. Once again, I was trapped in his eyes, locked in place. He held me there for a moment, stretching the thin, charged air between us. I opened my mouth to speak, but he put a finger to his sinful lips, silencing me. My mouth closed as my eyes helplessly stayed on him. His hand dropped lazily to his side, but his gaze darkened as it fell to my body. My eyes drifted

Killian's POV It felt different when I woke up—a warmth searing through me from beside me. I opened my eyes to see the sunrays bathing her creamy red skin in a morning glow. The little freckles on her face were tinged with a reddish hue. “One day, you will find a siren, and you won’t look back at us, son,” my father’s words echoed in my head. For once, I didn’t feel the ice fisting my heart when I remembered him. The smell of smoke that haunted me was replaced by hers. This was not something I had expected when I decided I would have her. I brushed away her soft hair from her face. She was curled up on my side, her sheets fisted against her chest, the rest tangled between her legs. “You are a siren in every way,” I murmured. I didn’t know what she would prefer—seeing me in the morning or finding me gone. I was sure her family wouldn’t wake up for another few hours. It would be fun teasing her. I smiled as I picked up the landline phone that connected to the kit

This man made no sense, and my reaction to him was even more illogical. I couldn’t think when he was this close. "I miss you," he said. I shook my head internally. He must want something. It made no sense for a man like him to be enamored by someone at first sight. I couldn’t believe it—this had to be some kind of trap. The only problem was that I didn’t know what or why. If he wanted something from me, wasn’t it petty to use the attraction between us? I felt him unzip my hoodie. I pushed him away. "Before we start talking, can you remove the hoodie?" It sounded like a question but felt more like a demand. "You—" I scoffed. "That is not yours." He said. "Just so you know, I paid four thousand dollars for this," I said, raising the collar of the hoodie. I turned away. The more I engaged, the more I would lose myself. I needed to move. "Don't worry, love. I can replace the watch." "How do you—?" "I was wearing glasses. How do you know wher

When I returned to the college parking lot, the driver was still unconscious. He had said he didn’t kill him, but he looked like… I hopped into the back of the car and reached for the driver’s seat, placing my fingers under his nose, feeling the faint breath of air. I sighed in relief—he was alive. Grabbing a water bottle from the front, I sprinkled some water on his face. After the fifth attempt, he finally started to stir. Setting the bottle aside, I leaned back into the seat and pulled out my phone. Good thing he’s not in a coma. He startled awake, his eyes blinking into focus. His reaction was almost comical, and I had to clear my throat to suppress au laugh. I glanced at the time. He said three hours—and he was really out for three hours. Pressing my lips together, I tried not to smile, but a strange, soft sensation settled in my chest. The driver frantically started to apologize, his words stumbling over each other. “It’s fine. I’m sure Mrs. Anderson

"Tell me, was it on purpose?"Jina asked as she aimed a punch at my face. I dodged it. "Careful with my face—I won’t be able to hide the bruise," I said, blocking her next attack from hitting my shoulder. She was collected and focused, while I was already panting after twenty minutes. I didn't get as much time as I should have to train. Yet, she always managed to drag me onto the mat whenever she got the chance. "You were very adept at hiding the marks after that night at the beach house." "Can't we just let it go?" I attacked, but she blocked it head-on and didn’t let go, twisting my wrist. I didn’t make a sound at the pain, only gritted my teeth. "You slept with the boss of the Shadow Knights, and he’s married." That did it. I flushed at the reminder of my very complicated situation and freed myself from her hold. "Technically, he’s not married." I kicked, but she was waiting for me to get impulsive. She grabbed my leg, turned swiftly, and struck me with h