All Chapters of An Illicit Obsession : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"You have two choices—an easy death, or you beg for it."I stood transfixed, watching the scene unfold. In that moment, Killian's expression was so inhuman it sent a chill down my spine.The man before him finally seemed to find his courage and scrambled to his feet. The blood had drained from his face, leaving him pale and drenched in sweat. He looked at Killian like he was staring at the Grim Reaper. Or perhaps, if Killian was the Grim Reaper, it would have been a mercy."Go sit over there," Killian ordered.The man obeyed as quickly as if he had been struck, his movements sluggish, as though his feet were made of lead. He sat on one of the wooden chairs, the ropes still dangling from its arms. Killian followed, and the moment the man sat down, he struck him with the back of his gun. One single, brutal blow to the head knocked him out cold.Though the man was stockier than Killian, with more muscle, his unconscious form looked lifeless—his pale face ghostly under the dim lighting. K

There was someone following me, but as I crossed the last few miles and got out of the club's vicinity, the Shadow Knight disappeared. I shook my head as I rode my way to the bunker. I parked the bike in the garage, took off my helmet, and sighed. The adrenaline drained away, leaving me with nothing but a numb body, a mind ready to burst from exhaustion, and a heart unsure of what to feel first. I got off the bike and walked into the bunker. The moment my feet hit the iron stairs, every eye was fixed on me. Everyone was here—Jina, Kevin, Matt, Sky, Ria, Ian, Tong, Siya. Jina rushed to me the moment she saw me. "Are you alright?" she asked, concern etched on her face. "I'm fine. What could happen to me?" My voice was drained of tone and emotion. "We saw there was a gunfight! You didn’t get out of the basement!" At the mention of the basement, a flicker of embarrassment washed over me. "The feed to the basement was cut off after Kevin and Eddie left," Sky said, avoiding my

"Aren't you too old to be climbing up balconies to meet a girl?" I teased. "You’re so hard to meet—what's a man supposed to do to see his sweetheart?" He casually strolled over and sat right beside me on the ground, facing me with his back leaning against the doorframe. He placed his right arm behind him. Sweetheart? I shook myself as a fuzzy, warm feeling started creeping over me. I stared at him for a moment. A small, lazy smile played on his lips as he looked at me, like he had all the time in the world. I quickly looked away, my gaze dropping to my open phone, which I was about to close. I made quick work of it, changing the screen. "What are you doing?" he asked, leaning toward the table to glance at my phone. "My phone was injured in combat. I'm repairing it," I said, and then I remembered—my phone wasn’t the only thing injured. I turned back to him. His left arm was in the most relaxed position, but… "But why are you here? Shouldn't you be resting?" I mo

“I am done!” I pushed him gently, breaking through the unpleasant air that once again shrouded us. He turned and placed his hands on either side of me on the counter, caging me in and boring his eyes into mine. Afraid he would ask more along the lines of our conversation, I slid off the counter, but he pinned me against it before I could move farther. He slowly peeled off the sheets from around me, and they fell to the floor. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I took off his pants next, and then he pulled me into a slow kiss. I stretched onto my toes to reach him, circling my arms around his neck, and he swept me off my feet. He pulled away, breathing harder, his eyes darkening. One of my hands slid to his chest. He stepped into the bath, sinking into the water and pulling me down with him, my back to his front, his arms sliding around me. I melted into his embrace against the soothing heat of the water. When my muscles finally relaxed, only then did I realize

“He is coming for lunch. We have to receive him. You cannot go anywhere. And Mila…” “She will leave for college.” “Yes, it's better if she stays out of Killian's sight,” Mr. Anderson agreed. In the next 20 seconds, Adeline walked out of the study, and I put my phone and AirPods back, regaining my composure. “Plans have changed. You are going to college.” I didn't protest. I just nodded and went upstairs, picked up my bag, and left without looking anywhere. Killian’s sudden arrival had truly turned the atmosphere 180 degrees. When I got into the car and looked at David, I wondered—if Killian knew about this, why hadn't he said anything? Was this for my protection or my imprisonment? I closed my eyes for a moment, relaxing in my seat as my thoughts churned. He is under your command. You can go anywhere you want and do as you please. He won't tell me anything, and I won't ask. You have all the control. Who else would I vote for? You know I’m on your si