Killian hadn't spoken much to me since we drove to the airport and got into his private jet. I didn't pry. I didn't think I needed to. I could only guess that he was still upset about yesterday since he'd left me alone at the party and went home. But I had the right to be upset too you know. I mean, if he hadn't played the asshole dictator role with me, I wouldn't have had to say those words. Notwithstanding this, we ended up both ignoring each other and I whiled away my time by reading one of the many novels I'd packed for this trip. It wasn't until he pulled out a small brown briefcase and slapped it open with a loud click on the table that I finally looked up from page 34 of Elle Kennedy's novel, claimed."This is our backstory." He slapped the flat document down on the table.Well, look who finally decided to speak."Where we met, how we fell in love, how I proposed, our acquaintances, etcetera." He continued.I dropped my novel and picked up the paper. "I take it you've already
As we walked through the marbled hallway and entered our room, my jaw dropped. Holy, It was spacious and beautiful and moderately designed. The downside, however, was that I was going to be sharing it with Killian. I stared at the bed. The knowledge we'd be squished together rattled my nerves. It took only his lips on mine to shake me. What if I rolled over in my sleep and my fingers accidentally touched something? What if he decided to rile me up by flirting in bed? What if he was a naked sleeper? Irritation bit me from the ridiculous situation and the realization that it couldn't be helped. We needed to keep the guise going and I couldn't afford any room for slip-ups. Once the helpers were done and they'd left, I turned to him. "We might be sharing this room but I'm not sharing a bed with you." He turned, peeling off the first piece of his suit. "I don't bite, Hope. Well, not unless you want me to." I rolled my eyes. "I'll sleep on the couch." "You'
The rest of the evening passed in a haze of bizarre conversations that I did not want to take part in but was forced to. The fondness they all felt for Killian was evident and even though I felt terrible for having to lie to them, I managed to smile and drink and even eat what Killian had fed to me. He'd been particularly attentive to my needs tonight. He gave me the attention that delighted his family, so much so that they awed and cooed a few times. Nonetheless, as soon as I was out of that room, a massive wave of relief washed over me. I finally exhaled properly without having someone snap their head to me when I did. "Why don't you go up to the room while I see Eve to hers?" Killian suggested, his hand interlaced with mine as we walked down the hall. He didn't let go even though no one was following us. I didn't have a problem with it either so I let him. "Sure." I nodded. "I won't take too long." He assured me and let my hand go before walking away. Releasing a sigh, I padd
"I love when a woman knows what she wants." Killian moaned, his hand sliding down my face, my throat, my neck, and my shoulders. "It drives me crazy." He gripped the hem of the towel on my chest and ripped it away, leaving me utterly naked once more. I bit my lip. His eyes darkened with desire, caressing my body as though he wanted to devour me. It made me smolder. "Have you cum yet?"I felt a rush of heat between my legs at his question. "W-Why are you asking?"His eyes tore away from my body and found mine. "Answer my question. Have you cum yet?""Yes." I sucked on my lip. "I have.""Good. You're going to make yourself cum again and I'm going to watch you do it."A perverse thrill shot through me. I shivered. "You want to watch me touch myself?""Yes Hope, I want to watch you pleasure yourself properly." He leaned down and wrapped his hand softly around my throat. "You'll do it, won't you?"I pressed my lips together, too anxious to speak. I admit the idea was scorching hot in my
KillianI was certain I was going to regret this. I wanted her so bad that I forgot the fact that sleeping together could complicate things. But fuck, I couldn't care less, not at this moment, not when she'd pleasured herself in front of me, not when she was now laying bare with her pussy glistening, begging to be fucked. God, she was so beautiful, it was taking everything in me not to fuck her brutally. A primal feeling bloomed in my chest. It was different. With Rosey and the other women, it was just fucking, but with her, I wanted much more. I wanted to give her much more. What the hell was she doing to me? "Killian..." Her lips parted and her tongue darted out to wet the dryness.Fuck me. I brought my fingers up to her mouth. "Suck them. Prove how much you want my cock."With her eyes on me, she took me deep inside her mouth, running her tongue around and between my fingers, sliding it in and out of her mouth, envisioning what she would do to my cock if it ever got in her mout
HopeI spent the first thirty minutes of my day convincing myself that last night was just one big undesirable dream and I wasn't the one who got fucked to oblivion. It simply couldn't be me. Someone else was moaning, sweating, and grabbing the sheets. Someone else was squirming, quivering, and... Oh my god, begging.I believed that if I closed my eyes tight enough and wished it all away it would leave but who was I kidding?The delicious soreness between my thighs definitely didn't come as a result of self-pleasure. He'd been the one, the smell of sex all over the sheets proved it. I also remembered it vividly; the whispers of sweet nothings, my thumping heart, the heat of his skin, his weight on me, the warmth of his mouth, his fingers, his-the content in my stomach slashed around. I clapped my hand over my mouth and shuffled my way to the bathroom to double over the toilet and vomit until the only thing coming out were horrible dry heaves. Sighing, I flushed and walked to the sin
KillianI was getting married in a few days and just had sex with my child's mother whom I was supposed to dislike. If that wasn't cliche I didn't know what was. It was certain now that my initial decision to sleep with Hope and wring her out of my system had backfired. I'd wanted her just for one night, I'd wanted to touch her so bad that I had damned the consequences. And now, I was paying for it because one night and I was already longing for way too much. And I tried, believe me, I tried to rid myself of these feelings, I even sunk out of bed this morning and went for a long run thinking it would help clear my head but it didn't. It wasn't possible anymore. I had feelings for her: desire, want, the need to claim, to own, and then there was this particular feeling blooming in my chest that I was unable to name. And I wasn't sure I wanted to.A tight ball of rage twisted in my gut. I hated this. I hated not understanding myself. Fuck, It had been only been two weeks and she had
HopeThe last forty-eight hours of my life had been a total mind fuck. From having sex with Killian again, to enduring long, chatty conversations focused on weddings and love, then dealing with my mother-in-law and sister-in-law and relatives all prying into my personal life. Not to mention, the tedious shopping spree. Bridal dress testing. Pre-wedding photoshoot, and now, having lunch with Killian. I tossed my plate of food back and forth, and I could tell Killian was staring at me but I didn't bother to lift my head. I continued to make a mess, knowing I was just half a day away from selling myself to him in front of the church. "You need to stop playing with your food and eat." He finally spoke."I can't seem to work up an appetite," I replied honestly, still stirring my food."Why?"I wrinkled my forehead. "I don't know.""Well at least eat just a little." He bit irritably. My head snapped up. "Don't tell me what to do.""It appears someone needs to." He leaned back in his cha
HOPEA month later. Giving birth was the easy part— the heart-stopping contractions. Sweating like a donkey and trying to push while being spread out like some farm exhibit with strangers gawking between my knees. The yelling, the bleeding. Having my vagina stitched—it didn't seem terrifying at all.Know what was?Having to deal with all this baby weight that came after.I cursed my misfortune, turning to look at myself sideways in the mirror. After my pregnancy with Ryan, my body has yet to regain its original shape and for me, that was pretty devastating. "What's taking so long?" Killian asked, as usual, walking into my room unannounced but I was too annoyed to care if he saw me standing in my underwear or not. "What's wrong?" He strolled with lith grace towards me, and I found it ironic how he got to look this perfect while I carried all the scars and weight that came with birth. "The dress I picked out didn't fit. I feel humongous." "Hope." He sighed and stared at me through
KillianI sleepwalked through the all process of wiping the blood away from my hands and strapping into a blue overall. My brain didn't recollect any information, except the one where I was being ushered into a room with doctors hovering around the elevated bed like wild animals. I carefully stepped inside, My heart wrenching painfully in my chest as my eyes landed on Hope. She was laying with a thick pink blanket draped over her parted legs. Her pale face was strained with tears, her hair flying wildly across her face. She was sweating, eyes closed tight with the pain."Hope, you need to push," the doctor demanded, but she shook her head, groaning in pain. "I can't," she breathed, keeping her eyes closed as her legs quivered. "I can't. It hurts.""Hope..." My voice broke as I moved closer to her, calling her desperately and I wasn't sure if she had heard me but then her bloodshot eyes pushed open and the moment they met mine, my chest felt tight; like I was being suffocated. "Ki
Killian My heart wasn't made of stone. It was just like everyone else's, and right now, it hammered against my ribs so painfully I was sure I'd die. But I didn't stop.I squeezed the stirring wheel as I sped down the freeway, trying to exhaust myself, trying not to think. I was running—away from my life, away from my thoughts, away from Hope.The look on her face when I'd zoomed off taunted me. Hearing the pain in her voice as she begged me to stay wounded my heart. It felt like someone had cracked open my ribs and gripped my beating heart in their hands only to nearly squeeze the life out of it. The guilt ate me alive. I shouldn't have left her that way, but despite the pain, I did it because I was hurting, because I was scared that if I stayed, I'd only be caging her. I couldn't do that. I couldn't hurt her any more than I already had. So I wanted to go. I wanted to go back to my life where she meant nothing to me.But how could I ever do that when she'd taken up all the space t
I was in a complete daze when I walked back into my apartment.My heart broke and it felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. I didn't want to believe that Killian was gone. I didn't want to believe that he had left me again. Maybe it was all a dream, maybe if I closed my eyes or if I pinched myself hard enough he'd—"Great, you're back," Scott's voice pulled me out of my tailspin. He stepped out of my kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hand and looked at me like nothing had happened; like he hadn't just sold his pride and driven the love of my life out of the door. "Now that you're here, we can talk about your flight schedule." My fist clenched by my side. When I said nothing but glared at him with all the hate and anger and fury I could muster, he released a long breath. "Come on, why are you looking at me like that." He walked toward me and stretched out his cup. "Drink this, you'll feel better."I slapped his hand along with the cup out of my face and watched as it shat
My heart was palpitating. It pounded hard, so hard that I swore it would burst out of my chest. "What the hell are you doing here?!" Scott barked, charging at him again but I quickly wormed my way in between them."Scott please stop.""No." He hissed, his eyes filled with so much rage as he shoved me aside and jammed Killian against the wall. "I thought I told you I didn't want to see you anywhere near my sister?! What part of leave her the fuck alone didn't you understand!" Killian groaned. God no. He was bleeding. This was all my fault. I shouldn't have let him in. I shouldn't have asked him to stay. "Scott, I'll explain," I held his arm desperately. "Please let him go.""Stay out of this," he gruffed, flinging his arm away from mine so harshly that I stumbled backward but caught myself with the support of the counter."Let me fucking go!" Killian barked, ripping Scott's hand away from his throat and staggering back, fighting to get his air. For a moment, he looked like he woul
"Kiss me," I implored, once again enslaved by my body, unashamed of my words. "Kiss me, Killian."I never really understood the power of desire until this very moment, until we were both inside my apartment, standing inches away from each other, feeding off the sensations, the overwhelming sense of need and desire. "I'm afraid to do so." My breath quickened. "Why?" "Because," he took a step closer to me, so close, I could barely breathe. But rather than kissing me, he swept my hair over one shoulder and ran his fingers over my bare neck. "There's so much I want to do to you right now, there's so much I feel." He admitted, trailing his hand down my arm. "But I'm afraid I might hurt you again."A burst of pleasure shot through me at his words. "You won't hurt me, Killian, I know you won't. So kiss me right now.""Are you sure?" he murmured, his words falling mere inches from my lips. "Because once I do, I might not be able to stop.""I trust you."That seemed to do the trick because
HopeAfter dinner, Killian and I walked the beach a while in comfortable silence, watching the scanty crowd. Life here seemed so different, so surreal, carefree, easy. "Everyone here seems happy. It's amazing.""If you like it so much, we could always relocate."I snapped my head to look at him. He shrugged. "It'll be a good chance to get away from everything. There are lots of free rooms, we could maybe make one into a nursery." I released my breath in a soft sigh. "Killian, stop saying things like that."He chuckled softly. "I mean it. You're the only woman I've ever brought here, that's because you mean a lot to me.""Not even Megan?" I wanted to suck the words back in the second they slipped out because he stared at me with an emotion that choked me. "On second thought, don't answer that," I said quickly and looked away from him. "Not even her." His words sent a flutter to my belly. "Really?"He smiled. "Let's find somewhere to sit, your feet must hurt."They did. I nodded an
HopeI stood in front of the large mirror on the wall and smoothened my dress over my bump. As much as I would've loved to lay down in my bed and cry my feelings away all night, I still had an evening with Killian Fobster to get through first. For some last-minute adjustments, I applied eyeliner and pinched my cheeks, satisfied with my look. I took in a deep breath and flitted back into the bedroom in search of my shoes. That was when a knock sounded on my door. It had to be Killian.My nervousness topped up a notch. I quickly kicked the pizza wrapping underneath the couch and padded barefoot towards the door, trying not to show entrepreneurial oomph.When I opened it, his dark eyes caressed me, gliding from my head to my toes before lingering back on my face. "Can I come in?"I blinked away the hotness I felt and immediately released the door handle for him to step in."You're here a little earlier than I expected, I'm not done getting ready yet," I told him, watching as he looke
Killian I'd spent the better part of my morning clearing the piled-up stacks of documents on my desk. The other part consisted of planning a date that put me in a royally pissed mood because nothing was going the way I wanted it to. What the fuck was I thinking when I'd said that in the first place?I had rehearsed last night a thousand times since my conversation with my mother. What I'd say to her, how I'd make my plea. And I thought I'd figured it out but then this happened and I had only a few hours to plan the perfect date. That woman was going to be the death of me; I just knew it.I took off my glasses and tossed them on my desk. My mind was trying to narrow down a plan but nothing fit, nothing fucking fit. I scrubbed my hands over my face and I inhaled a deep breath before pressing the intercom button. "Cleo?"I waited for her to reply or at least walk into my office but when nothing happened after a minute, I pressed it again. "Cleo?"Another minute passed. Was it so impo