All Chapters of It Kills Me: A Forbidden Dark Romance: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Axel’s back was to me, and he dipped his head to let the water soak his hair. His back was muscular and tight, all the lines that separated the muscles on either side of his spine distinct and pronounced.I stripped out of my clothes and slipped inside the tub, even though it was only a quarter of the way full. My tits were exposed to the air, and the tops of my legs were covered in bumps. But it had a great view, so I didn’t mind sitting there waiting for the water to rise.He grabbed the bar of soap and scrubbed his body everywhere, rubbing it against his chest and stomach before moving to his arms. Then he cleaned his dick and balls, based on the way he held himself. He did his legs next then lathered shampoo into his hair. When he was ready to rinse, he turned around, exposing his front, more lines of segregated muscles visible. His eyes found mine through the foggy glass, and then the corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk.The water had risen farther, covering my stomach and legs

AXELI drove through the gates and entered his estate.Being on his property always gave me a sense of displeasure, but it was overshadowed by the memory of the first time I saw Scarlett. The second I laid eyes on her, I felt all the things a man should feel for his future wife. She hadn’t even said a word to me, and I was fucking smitten.Now she was my wife, waiting at home for me this very instant.I entered the parlor and took a seat. His butler brought me a drink, which I declined.Never drink the food or wine of your enemies.Ten minutes later, he finally entered the parlor, wearing a jacket over his collared shirt and dark jeans. It was nine in the evening, so he should be in sweatpants and a t-shirt, but he chose to dress up, like his clothes would impress me.I was in sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt because I didn’t give a fuck.He sat across from me and glanced at the table, seeing that I hadn’t accepted a drink. “I’m not going to poison you, Axel.”“I’m sure, Dante.”A

I relaxed in the armchair as my hand dug into her hair, watching her go to town on my big dick. She started off slow, just tasting me and licking me, but then she flattened her tongue and pushed the whole thing to the back of her throat, gagging slightly because it was almost too much for her. She quickly recovered and kept going. “There you go, Pretty…”21SCARLETTAfter I put on my dress, I clasped the bracelet to my wrist and put the diamond earrings in my lobes. Tonight, I’d chosen to wear a black cocktail dress because black was always the safest bet. My jewelry matched my wedding ring, platinum and shiny. I wondered if his parents would notice me and realize I was married to their son.Axel grabbed the jacket hanging on the back of the armchair and slipped it on before he secured the button. He could do his own tie without even looking in the mirror because growing up as a wealthy socialite had given him all those skills.I walked out in my dress and heels, my coat over my arm.

“Do you actually want to show me around, or just fuck me on a sarcophagus?”He smirked as he got to his feet. “Let’s find out.” He took my hand, and we walked down the hallway, heading to the first exhibit, which was everything related to the Renaissance. There were paintings, sculptures, schematics of architecture.“This place is huge.”“But nothing compared to the Louvre.”“How does someone run a museum? How do you get people to hand over pieces for exhibitions?”“The museum is considered to be a heritage site. And since it’s been designated as such for so long, it’s just always been that way.” With my hand in his, he guided me down the hallways and into the Byzantine Empire and then the Egyptian section.“Have you been to Egypt?”“My family and I went when I was younger. Explored the pyramids.”“Wow, that’s so cool.”“It’s a lot of stone and sand, if you ask me. Now the beach, that’s where it’s at.”“Because of the women?” I teased.“I was a teenager at the time,” he said with a gr

The production facility looked abandoned from the outside, because if it was in full operation in the middle of the night, it would raise some eyebrows and draw attention from the wrong people. But once you walked through the door, the warmth from the heaters struck you and the lights made you squint.We headed downstairs to where the lab was situated, and the lab technicians and chemists were there working, making batches around the clock just to meet our quota for the week.We moved farther down the hallway into a private room and took a seat. Old carpet was on the floor, and the table was one of those cheap ones stocked in break rooms. The counter held a microwave and an old coffeemaker.My father took a seat and automatically lifted his sleeve to check the time. Then he pulled out his phone and started texting or typing emails.I could still feel the tension between us. My father was distant with his silence. He had a bit of that same haze Axel had had over the weekend, like he’d