All Chapters of The Silence Of His Vows: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Another week had passed. The heavy plaster cast on my left leg was gone, replaced by a tight black medical brace that fit under my clothes and allowed me to walk with only a dull ache in my ankle. But I did not leave the room to test it. I did not leave the room at all.Killian had moved me into his bedroom permanently. There had been no discussion. There had been no negotiation. Marco simply opened the door one afternoon seven days ago, guided me inside, and I had not seen the hallways since.I stood in front of the massive mahogany wardrobe on the far wall. The heavy wooden doors were wide open. My hands gripped the edges of the wood, my knuckles turning white.None of my things were inside.My faded cotton dresses, my worn sweaters, my old shoes. All of it was gone. Erased completely.The wardrobe was filled entirely with new things. Row after row of expensive, perfectly tailored garments hung on velvet hangers. Thick cashmere sweaters

Three more days had passed inside the bedroom walls before he took me outside. I had not seen the sky in over two weeks. I had forgotten, almost, what natural light felt like on my skin. When Marco came to the door in the morning and Killian told me to get dressed, I stood at the wardrobe and stared at the row of new clothes for a long time before my hands moved. The car was a black, heavy vehicle with tinted windows that let me see the city outside without anyone seeing in. I sat in the backseat pressed against the door, my hands folded in my lap. Killian sat beside me. Not close enough to touch, but close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from his large frame. Two guards sat in the front. The city moved past the windows in grey winter light, bare trees and wide stone pavements and people going about their morning entirely unaware. I watched them with a hollow ache in my chest. Normal people. Just walking. Just existing without someone's arm permanently caging them. Th

The knock on my door came exactly one hour before we were supposed to leave. I opened it. Marco stood in the hallway holding a large flat black box in both hands. He did not step inside. He just extended the box toward me, his expression carefully blank. "Madam," Marco said, his voice quiet but formal. "Boss sent this for you. The car leaves in sixty minutes." I took the heavy box. Marco nodded once and pulled the door shut, leaving me alone in the quiet room. I set the box on the bed and lifted the lid. Inside, folded perfectly in dark tissue paper, was a heavy black silk dress from our shopping trip. Resting on top of the dark fabric was a thick piece of cardstock. I picked it up with shaking fingers. There was only one line of sharp aggressive handwriting. Put it on, Doll. My stomach twisted. I set the card face down on the mattress. I stripped off my clothes and pulled the dress on, reaching back to pull the zipper up my spine. The fabric was cold. It clung tightly to my rib

The drive back to the estate passed in heavy silence.We walked upstairs. The guards at the end of the corridor looked away as we passed. We entered the bedroom, and the heavy door clicked shut, sealing us inside.I did not even have time to take a step toward the center of the room.Killian grabbed my arm and spun me around. My back hit the hard wood of the door. His hands came down on either side of my head, caging me in completely.His eyes were entirely dark. The calm control from the dining room was gone. It was replaced by a raw, simmering violence that made my blood run cold."I am angry," he said. The words vibrated in the small space between us.I pressed myself flat against the wood, my chest rising and falling fast."Every man at that table looked at you tonight," he murmured. He leaned his face so close I could feel the heat of his skin. "They looked at what was mine. They can only look, Luna. But it makes me want to carve their eyes out."Then his mouth crashed down on mi

He leaned in. His chest brushed against my thin nightgown."You play beautifully," he whispered.His low, gravelly voice vibrated against the shell of my ear, sending a hard shiver straight down my spine.Then he gripped my jaw, tilted my head up, and crushed his mouth down on mine.It was a punishing, breathless kiss. His lips parted mine instantly. His tongue swept into my mouth, deep and claiming, stealing all the oxygen from my lungs. His large hand slid to the back of my neck, holding my head perfectly still while he consumed me. I gripped the edge of the piano, my knuckles turning white. The kiss was so heavy, so completely overwhelming, my vision went dark at the edges.He broke the kiss, leaving me gasping for air.Before I could recover, his hot, wet mouth dragged down to the side of my neck.His breathing was incredibly heavy now, harsh and ragged against my bare skin. He sucked a hard mark into the juncture of my shoulder, biting down gently on the muscle before soothing th