All Chapters of The Silence Of His Vows: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Killian walked up the long velvet aisle toward me. His heavy boots made no sound on the fabric. His pale gray eyes were locked onto mine, tracking every tiny shift in my expression as he closed the distance.I stood completely frozen on the stone patio.The scale of the garden was staggering. Hundreds of white wooden chairs sat perfectly aligned on the lawn. Massive stone urns marked every row, overflowing with pure white roses and dark, heavy ivy. The sheer silk draped over the pavilion caught the evening breeze, illuminated by the soft golden lights strung through the ancient oak trees.I looked around, my mind spinning at the sheer size of it.When my father arranged my first marriage, Vincenzo Moretti had demanded a river of red roses. A quiet, bloody transaction between two monsters. I had thought that was the height of mafia excess.But looking at this, Moretti’s wedding looked cheap. Killian was not planning a quiet transaction. He was building a massive stage. He wanted to pac

Killian stood in the splintered doorway.The heavy oak frame was cracked down the middle. His chest heaved. I stood in the center of the ruined room, my throat burning like acid from the scream.I braced myself. My hands shook violently. I stared at him, waiting for the explosion. I waited for him to cross the room, grab me by the hair, and drag me straight down to the concrete cell in the basement.Killian stepped inside. His heavy boots crunched loudly over the shattered porcelain of the broken lamp.He didn't yell. He didn't move fast.His pale gray eyes slowly scanned the destroyed room. He looked at the shattered mirror. He looked at the amber liquor soaking into his expensive rugs. He looked at the heavy wooden jewelry box splintered into pieces, and the silk sheets I had ripped off the mattress and thrown to the floor.Then, his eyes locked back onto mine.The fury I expected was not there. The cold, dead expressi

Every step down the velvet runner felt like a ticking bomb.The classical music swelled around me, but all I heard was the frantic, deafening thud of my own heartbeat. Hundreds of eyes watched me from the white wooden chairs. I wanted to scream. I wanted to drop to my knees on the grass, ruin the expensive silk dress, and beg someone to help me. But I knew better. No one in this garden would save me. Survival meant walking forward.We reached the end of the aisle.Marco stopped. He withdrew his arm, stepping back into the periphery.Killian stepped forward. His pale gray eyes locked entirely on my face, tracking every shallow breath I took. He reached out and wrapped his large, warm hand around mine. His grip was absolute. I dropped my gaze to the dark lapel of his tuxedo, unable to hold the sheer, intense weight of his stare.The elderly officiant stood beneath the archway of white roses. He opened his heavy book.I did not list

I stood in front of the massive wall of glass.Outside, the sprawling Russian forest was pitch black. I stared into the dark, my breath leaving a small circle of condensation on the cold pane. The heavy dizziness from the whiskey still spun in my blood, making my limbs feel weighed down and my skin overly sensitive.Behind me, the heavy mahogany doors clicked open.I didn’t turn around. I watched his reflection in the dark glass, my heart slamming against my ribs. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to fight, to do anything but stand here like a helpless idiot in the dress he had forced on me.Hatred burned hot in my chest for the man who had stolen me from my monster of a father only to become another monster himself.Killian stepped into the room. He had taken off his suit jacket. His black dress shirt was untucked, the top three buttons undone to expose the thick, scarred muscle of his chest. His perfectly styled hair was a comp

The first hot, wet drag of his tongue slid slowly up the center of my pussy. I jerked hard, a sharp gasp ripping out of me. This was the first time anyone had ever touched me there. The sensation was too much, too new, too intense.I didn’t even know my body could feel like this. His tongue was flat and thick, licking from my entrance all the way up to my clit in one long, deliberate stroke. He did it again, slower this time, tasting every inch. My hips twitched without me telling them to.He circled my clit with the tip of his tongue, teasing it, then sucked the swollen little bud into his mouth. The suction was strong and steady. My back arched clean off the bed.“Ahh… ahh—” The moan tore out of me before I could stop it. My right hand flew to my mouth and I bit down hard on my own fist, trying to trap the sound inside my throat.Killian felt it immediately. He reached up, grabbed my wrist, and ripped my fist away from my mouth. He pinned m