It Kills Me: A Forbidden Dark Romance의 모든 챕터: 챕터 181 - 챕터 190

My nails were cutting like knives into his skin, and I breathed deep with every thrust, turned on by the pain because his size was so sexy. The fact that he didn’t care that it hurt was sexy too, like he knew I could handle it.He started to thrust harder, keeping me pinned underneath him, the friction disappearing because I was soaked, a river of arousal dripping down my crack to the duvet below me.I moaned and panted in his face, feeling the same heat deep in my belly that I felt when his dick was sliding over me. The orgasm approached like a sunrise over the horizon, and it was almost at my front door. “Theo…” Tears burned in my eyes, and I wasn’t sure if they were caused by the pain or the pleasure that was about to explode.He moved faster, a subtle red tint marking his skin, but his breaths didn’t increase and the intensity in his eyes didn’t wane. “Almost there, sweetheart.” He leaned over me farther, our mouths almost close enough to kiss, but he did it to deepen the angle an

George delivered dinner to the dining table in Theo’s bedroom. There was a bottle of wine and two glasses, along with a little vase of pink roses to place in the center. Once he finished setting it up, he silently dismissed himself and left Theo’s room.Instead of taking the head of the table, Theo sat across from me and removed the silver cover of his dish, revealing a roast chicken cooked in a white sauce along with a side of roasted vegetables.My dinner was different, a plate of pasta with shaved truffles along with a sliced baguette. Both meals looked great, and I was happy to eat either one. “Why do I get pasta and bread, and you get meat and vegetables?”“Because I need the protein, and you don’t.” He dropped the linen and sliced into his meat. “I can split this with you or have George bring you the same thing.”“Oh no,” I said quickly. “I’m very happy with this. Was just curious.”He ate with his elbows on the table, sometimes having good table manners and sometimes eating lik

Octavio sat on the couch with a cigar between his fingertips. “He would ask some old contacts what they know—but only as a favor to you. He said he’s made it very clear he’s walked away.”“That’s bullshit,” I said. “He knows you’re never really out once you’re in.”“He said he’ll call you when he knows something.”“Good.” I took another puff of the cigar and let the smoke rise to the ceiling. It’d been almost a week since I’d spoken to Astrid, and the withdrawals had started to kick in. I didn’t have a replacement in my bed, so when she was gone, I was alone. She probably fucked her husband when we were apart, so she didn’t feel the same drought.Octavio left, and I remained in the armchair, looking at the painting across from me, the painting of the changeling. I’d stared at it so many times but continued to see new details. It was a creature clearly out of place, so distinct it couldn’t blend into the world it was supposed to invade, and that was exactly how I felt every day of my f

He stared at me across the table for a long time, his fingers around the cool glass. “Grief.”A pain shot through my chest and both arms, like I’d been caught with one hand in the candy jar. My face remained as stoic as ever, but I felt a sudden panic deep inside me. Like my lies had been spilled. My truth had been told. “Why do you think that?”“Because I can see it.” He hadn’t blinked since the start of this conversation. “You said you paint moments. I think I know what moment you painted.”After Bolton had asked for an open marriage, I’d ended up at a coffee shop on my lunch break. For some reason, it hit me there, sitting by myself, that I would probably die alone…even if I were still married. My world had been shattered by Bolton’s request, and even though I loved him with all my heart, I knew it would never be the same.Theo continued to see right through me with a discerning gaze, seeing my flesh and bone and the blood in between. He should be just a good lay, a warm body next

“How was the gallery?”“Fine. How was…” How was killing someone? “How was work?”“Fine.” He shut the fridge and looked at me head on for the first time. It was a long stare, not the intense one of longing he used to give me. This one felt perverse, like there was a secret behind my eyes that he wanted to dig for with a shovel. “What’s for dinner?”“Citrus chicken and risotto,” I said automatically.He nodded slowly but seemed disappointed, like he’d asked a different question that I hadn’t answered.I waited for that hug, that embrace, but it never came. “Is something wrong?”His stare continued with its sharp edges, plowing deep into my earth to prepare the soil for a new season.I wasn’t sure why I asked the question because everything was wrong. Everything had been wrong for a while now. Ever since that horrible night when he’d punched the air right out of my lungs.“No.” He leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.All I could think about was the last woman he’d kissed…if it