All Chapters of The Silence Of His Vows: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Killian stood on the threshold. He was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of dark pajama pants that hung dangerously low on his hips. His hair was messy, his chest rising and falling slowly.I stared at him in absolute horror."Stay away from me," I rasped. My voice was broken, completely destroyed from screaming last night.Killian’s dark gray eyes swept over my naked, bruised body. He took a slow, deliberate step inside.I took a step back, but my weak legs tangled together. I stumbled, almost falling backward onto the tiles, but he crossed the distance in a fraction of a second. He caught me in his arms, his large hands gripping my bruised waist. He effortlessly lifted me up and set me down on the cold marble slab of the vanity counter.I immediately crossed my arms tightly over my bare breasts, trying to hide my nakedness from him. I turned my head away, my face burning with humiliation.Killian stood directly between my parted knees, trapping me against the counter.He didn't step

Hot tears finally spilled over my eyelashes. They tracked down my cheeks, soaking directly into his fingers holding my jaw. He was right. That was the most sickening part of all of this. My body had completely betrayed me. "No," I sobbed, my voice a pathetic, broken rasp. "I hate you. I need the pills. Please." "No," Killian repeated, his tone entirely void of mercy. He was the mafia king again. Selfish, arrogant, and completely in control of my fate. "I hate you," I cried, hitting his solid chest weakly with my fists. The blows did absolutely nothing to him. "I hate you so much." Killian’s grip on my jaw released, but before I could step back, his hand slid around to the back of my neck. He tangled his thick fingers deep into my damp hair. He yanked my head back sharply, exposing my throat entirely to him. "I am trying to be sane with you," Killian warned. His voice was a dark, dangerous threat against my ear. "I am trying to treat you like a wife instead of a prisoner. I am

My heart stopped dead in my chest.I stared at the massive flat-screen monitor mounted on the far wall. The high-quality video feed was perfectly clear. Sitting at the head of a dark, familiar mahogany dining table was Don Dario Vitiello. My father. Standing directly behind his right shoulder, his face twisted into that cold, cruel scowl that had haunted my entire life, was Dante.The blood completely drained from my face. Pure, unfiltered terror locked every single muscle in my body."Come here, wife," Killian murmured.His voice was not the dark, furious bark he had used in the bedroom this morning. It was smooth. Arrogant. Dripping with twisted amusement.I couldn't move. I was staring at the monsters who had raised me, the men I had finally escaped, and they were staring right back at me through the screen.Killian didn't ask again. I heard the soft scrape of his leather shoes against the carpet. He walked up right behind me.

When I opened my eyes, the room was pitch black, save for the pale moonlight filtering through the heavy curtains. I was lying in the center of the massive mattress in our bedroom. It was the middle of the night. My head throbbed with a dull, heavy ache. The memories of the study—the video call, the humiliation, his hand wrapping around my throat—came rushing back, making my chest tighten with sheer panic. I needed to get out of this bed. I pushed the heavy silk quilt off my body and dragged myself toward the edge of the mattress. I swung my legs over the side. The second my bare feet touched the hardwood floor, my weak knees completely buckled. I braced myself for the hard impact, but I never hit the floor. Two thick, muscular arms banded around my waist from behind. I

The gray morning light bled through the thick velvet curtains, casting pale shadows across the hardwood floorboards.I woke up facing the dark wood of the headboard.I was completely trapped. A heavy, muscular arm was banded tightly around my waist, pulling my back flush against a solid wall of heat. Killian’s bare chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm against my spine.The memories of last night crashed into my skull. The study. The video call. The sheer humiliation of the strawberry juice dripping down my chin while he forced his mouth over mine. After he had finished feeding me, I had been absolutely terrified that he was going to take things further. I thought he was going to strip the black silk off my body and take me right there on the sofa to punish my defiance.But he hadn't. He had simply picked me up, carried me to this bed, wrapped his arms around me, and slept.Lying in the quiet room, a sickening wave of relief washed over me. I was thankful he had stopped. I hate