All Chapters of KILL FOR HER |18+: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The door clicked shut. It was quiet. I looked up at him, breath uneven, my heartbeat in my throat. He didn't say anything at first. He just looked at me, first at my legs, then my lips, and then his jaw clenched. It was like he was deciding whether to kiss me or kill someone. "Nico..." I whispered. His voice was dangerously low. "You're driving me insane." "I didn't—Nico, I didn't know he was going to show up. Nessa—" "I don't give a fuck about him," he said. "Or Nessa. Or her stupid matchmaking." He leaned in closer. Close enough that my breathing stuttered. "I care," he murmured, "that he came for you." I swallowed hard. "I wasn't going to go with him..." "Then why didn't you say no?" The disappointment alone felt like a knife. "I froze," I whispered. "It was awkward. I didn't want to be rude." He scoffed quietly, staring at my mouth again. "You think telling a stranger no is rude," he said, "but letting him stand there like he has a chance with you

"Oh honey, Grandma and Grandpa will be so proud of you," Mom said to Lizzy, smiling at her like she was her world. Liz had just won her first dance award of the year. She deserved it. She practically lived in the studio, danced in the kitchen, danced brushing her teeth... she was brilliant. Seeing her happy filled me with this warm, full kind of pride. The kind a mom probably feels. Because she wasn't just my sister... she was my other half. What stung wasn't her happiness. It was Mom's face. The way she looked at Lizzy like she was the light of her life. She hadn't looked at me like that since I was six. Lizzy spun toward Mom. "What time are you taking me to Grand-papa's?" Mom checked her phone and gasped. "Oh no, we're late." I smiled at Lizzy and pulled her into a hug. "Have fun. I'll see you in a few days, okay?" She hugged me tight. "Are you sure Dari can't come, Mom?" "For the fiftieth time, Lizzy, no. Your grandparents and Daria have a... complicated relatio

My feet hit concrete first. Then the pain in my ankle and cold air. I winced hard Hands dragged me out of the van, and before I could even breathe, someone ripped the blindfold off my face. Light stabbed my eyes. I blinked fast, tears blurring everything into a smear of gray and shadow. We were in a parking garage. Dim. Empty. Like a place where people disappeared. A place where no one could hear me scream. So I didn't. Two men stood behind me, one with pale blue eyes, tall and cruel, the other was a stocky Black man with calm, unreadable eyes that somehow felt worse. And in front of me stood him. He had salt-and-pepper hair, a sharp jaw, and a perfectly tailored grey suit. He was older. Blue eyes colder than anything I'd ever seen. He looked like someone who had never had to do any hard work in his life. His energy was calm and cold. My breath came fast and uneven. My chest hurt. "Listen," I said, my voice shaking uncontrollably. "I think you made a mistake. I d

I woke up slowly, my body heavy and warm, wrapped in unfamiliar sheets that smelled like Nico. For one soft, disorienting second, I thought everything that happened last night had been a dream. Then I felt it. The dull, tender soreness between my thighs. The ache in my hips. The way my body still felt opened, claimed, cared for. Definitely not a dream. I rolled onto my side, reaching for him without thinking. The bed was empty. My body tightened. "Nico?" I whispered, my voice hoarse from sleep. Nothing. I pushed myself upright, the sheet slipping down my body, and winced slightly at the movement. My cheeks warmed at the memory of why I felt like this. Slowly, carefully, I stood. That was when I noticed his shirt folded neatly at the edge of the bed. Black. Soft, like he had just taken it off and placed it there for me. I slipped it on instinctively. It swallowed me, the hem brushing mid-thigh, the collar hanging loose against my collarbone. I inhaled without meaning to.

I had successfully convinced Enzo to watch The Vampire Diaries with me. This was not easy. I had explained the lore. The brothers. The drama. The emotional trauma. I was halfway through passionately explaining why Damon was misunderstood and deserved grace when I realized something was wrong. Very wrong. I looked over. Enzo was asleep. Freaking sleeping! Head tipped back. One arm hanging off the couch. Mouth slightly open like this was the most boring documentary he'd ever been forced to sit through. I stared at him in disbelief. "You did not just fall asleep," I whispered. "Not during this episode." I huffed, offended, and turned back to the screen, shoving another chip into my mouth. Fine. His loss. I gasped quietly at an almost-kiss scene, leaning forward, then the elevator dinged. I looked over. My heart jumped before my brain even caught up. The doors slid open, Nico stepped out. My chest did that stupid thing it always did when I saw him. He l