All Chapters of It Kills Me: A Forbidden Dark Romance: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Just the way I was comfortable with him.When we entered his bedroom, he took off his clothes like he felt suffocated by them. Whenever he was home, he never wore a shirt, only wore sweatpants when he visited the rest of the house, even if it was in the middle of winter. He seemed more comfortable in his bare skin, like he was in a constant state of summer.I unzipped my dress and let it slide off my body, revealing the bra and thong underneath. My back was to him, but I somehow felt his stare, felt it right on my ass. I lifted my ankle to slip off one heel then the other, still feeling his presence, hot as the sun.He came up behind me, his dark chest hitting my back as his arm hooked around me. His head dipped, and his mouth was on my shoulder and neck, kissing and tasting the skin, his arm squeezing me like I was trying to get away. His hand slipped underneath my bra, gripped one of my tits, and squeezed it.My head tilted back into him, and I let him have me, my hand gripping his

“What kind of fucking question is that?”My phone vibrated next to my ear, and I glanced at the screen. Theo had already written back. On my way. I stopped myself from breathing a sigh of relief at the message. He hadn’t been there when I’d needed him before, but it barely took him five seconds to respond now. I had no idea if he was at home sleeping in or if he was at work. But whatever he was doing, it didn’t stop him from dropping it to rush to me.“I’m still your husband, Astrid.”The word husband triggered me. Because a husband should never do any of the things he’d done to me—his fucking wife. “You’re nothing to me, Bolton.”He was quiet.“Tell me what you want so I can get off the phone and forget this conversation ever happened.”“I thought I’d given you enough time to cool off.”“Enough time to cool off…” I said it with such incredulity. Because there was not enough time in the fucking world to cool off from the shit he did. “You know when I’ll cool off? When you’re fucking d

Disappointment was still in his eyes, the curtains drawn closed over the windows. He unlocked the door and opened it to walk out.I knew I was going to lose him no matter what I did, but this wasn’t the way I wanted to lose him. “He said he would kill you, and I said he would have to kill me too, because I’d rather die than lose you.”He halted but didn’t turn around, his eyes still toward the parking lot.“Because I love you.” I felt the terror the moment I said it, felt his hand slip from mine forever. The only thing he’d offered was to try. Try to have something that might fly. But before we could even achieve lift-off, I burdened it with too much weight. “That’s why he hung up.” I turned away from the door because I was too scared to see his reaction. He would be either disappointed or annoyed. Might even feel the ick because of my clinginess. Our relationship finally had its first spring and bloomed, and then I brought the rain. I stepped farther into the gallery so I wouldn’t ha

When he felt my legs droop in his arms, he scooted a little farther to pin me back more and ram me with his humongous dick. He gave me his hard thrusts, unable to stop when he watched and listened to me come. He gave me all of it even when it hurt, and no amount of pain could diminish how good it felt.I came as hard as he did, tears squeezing from the corners of my eyes, stuffed full of a dick that wouldn’t fit. My nails clawed at his forearms as I convulsed in his arms, a hurricane of pleasure ripping through my body and destroying it in the process.He slowly came down with me, his dick gradually softening inside me, his dark eyes turning gentle rather than lethal. He gently withdrew himself and stared at the flood of come that seeped out after his exit. He had a subtle look of possessiveness before he rolled over onto his back and lay there.I winced as I felt the stiffness in my spine and legs when I dropped my legs and let my body unfold from the pretzel shape he had bent me int

“A hint? It could be posted on a billboard, and he still wouldn’t read it.”She smirked as she grabbed the produce and assembled it on the pizzas before she added a sprinkling of different cheeses. “What did he say?”“Threatened me to leave Theo. Said it would be worse if I didn’t. You know, a bunch of bullshit.”“Don’t stress about it,” she said. “Theo will handle it.”“I know. I just wish he didn’t have to.” It was my problem. I’d fallen in love with a psychopath. His good looks and the sex masked the truth. When I’d signed our marriage certificate, I didn’t realize I’d signed a deal with the devil.“Did you hang up on him?”“No. He hung up on me.”“Oooh, then you must have said something good. Attagirl.”“Well, I told him I loved Theo.” I hadn’t said it to hurt or provoke Bolton. Like a bird that needed to burst from its cage, the words had exploded out of my chest. I wanted Bolton to move on with his life—and let me move on with mine.She was just about to finish placing the veggi