I hummed and snuggled my body closer to the warmth I was feeling. I felt a calloused hand stroking my bare back before he pulled me closer to him. My eyes were still closed. I could feel his hard-on poking my stomach, I tried to stop myself from wanting it because I knew how exhausted I was. My body felt sore and weak against his palm. I just let myself be consumed with the feeling because, after this, everything would go back to how it was before. We both hated this marriage. When I woke up again, I was alone in bed already. I roamed my eyes around his room, but he wasn’t there. I was wearing his shirt already when I woke up. I saw on the bedside table that there was a tray that had food. I pushed myself to get up. I was still having a hard time walking, but it was bearable. After eating, I took a bath. He must have left for work already. It was already four in the afternoon. I was that tired last night, ha? Well, Killian was insatiable. After changing into decent a
I was mad. What he did was really embarrassing and disappointing. Every time I thought of what he did, my blood boiled. I sat on my seat here in the office uncomfortably. I could feel the wetness between my thighs. I wanted to go home and change already, but I still had work to do. My eyebrow raised when I saw the woman we met from the restaurant step into Killian’s office. I could see it clearly because of the glass wall. I didn’t know, but I found myself rising from my chair and walking towards his office. I shook my head because of this craziness, but I really wanted to know what they were doing inside. I stepped inside and saw something that made me frozen in my place. The woman was sitting on his lap and her arms were around him. I felt something weird. I didn’t know but I felt like someone gripped my heart. Killian saw me and I saw how his eyes widened before his expression turned blank. He stood calmly from his seat and pushed the woman lightly. The woman noticed me; she sm
My father called me early in the morning to say that we had a family reunion, and I had to bring Killian with me. I didn’t know how to tell it to Killian. He was busy and I didn’t want to talk to him. I saw him in my peripheral vision when he entered the kitchen. I was still eating and we would head to the company. I didn’t glance at him and just focused on my food. “I can’t go to your family reunion.” I heard his voice making me look up. He was sitting on the stool, sipping coffee. I nodded my head at him. “How’d you know about that?” I asked him curiously without looking at him. “Your stepmother sent an email yesterday.” He clicked his tongue in annoyance. It looked like he didn’t like my stepmother; well, that would be good. We stepped out of the house and headed to the company. And just like usual, I focused on working. I didn’t make friends here because I knew that they were intimidated to approach me because of Killian or maybe because they didn’t like me. I
I didn’t want to attend the family reunion. I knew that it would never turn out well. My family is full of toxic people that I couldn't stand. But my father really wanted me there and as a daughter who always had a soft spot for his father, I would obey him. I wore a simple blue maxi dress and white flat sandals. The family reunion will be held on a beach for three days. I had to pack some clothes and some necessities. Killian knew already that I wouldn’t be home for three days.I stepped outside of my room and went downstairs. Someone was already there to carry my luggage. I booked an afternoon flight and of course, I got the VIP one because of Killian Lannister. After that long flight, I was now on the beach and I could see my relatives in the cottage. The sun’s heat was burning my skin already. “Wow! The highly Mrs. Lannister is here!” It was one of my cousins who shouted. I took off my sunglasses and greeted them. I knew that some of them didn’t want me here.“Where’s your husb
I tried to calm my nerves and focused on bathing myself. My palms that had body wash found my breasts and caressed them. I couldn’t help but moan. My nipples were really hard, and it wanted attention. I bit my lower lip and pinched them. I gasped. Killian looked at my side making me stop. I felt suddenly embarrassed. Oh my god. What had I done?He leaned his body on the tile wall and crossed his arms. He was looking at me with full of interest. “Come on. I want to see you pleasuring yourself.”My lips parted and my eyes widened at what I just hear. I had pleasured myself countless times before, but someone watching me was new to me and it was making me excited. Killian was looking at me intently and full of lust. I took a deep breath and looked at him with the same ferocity. I stared at him seductively. I started massaging my breasts and pinching my nipples. I could feel my lower part starting to get wet. The pleasure I was feeling was added because of Killian’s stare. “Ohh!” I fon
I saw Killian having a conversation with my father. It looked serious. We were now done eating and just having a chitchat with relatives. “Cassandra! Oh my god!”My eyes widened when I heard a familiar voice. It was my favorite cousin who just got here. Her husband was with her, carrying their baby. I got up and immediately ran to her, wrapping my arms around her. She also gave me a tight hug. “You are late, couz! I missed you!” I exclaimed playfully. “Oh, I missed you more!” she said softly and chuckled. She broke the hug and looked at me with silliness in her smile. “You know, wife duty.” I couldn’t help but also laugh. I was really happy knowing that she was happy with her life now. I looked at their baby and asked if I could hold him. His husband let me carry their baby. “He’s so adorable!” I held the baby’s small hand. He was too soft and fragile. “Can I have him, please?” My voice was full of playfulness. “No way! Tell your husband that you want a baby!” my cousin exclaime
I was breathless when the kiss ended. We both looked at each other’s eyes, full of hunger. I could feel Killian’s bulge beneath his shorts, poking my undies since I was just wearing a skirt. After calming myself, I stood up but Killian didn’t let me. His hold on my waist tightened. I looked at him with wide eyes. “Killian! I have to go back to them.” “No need. They are here already.” His cold voice echoed in my ears. My forehead creased in confusion. I glanced over my shoulder and saw the girls joining in the boys’ table. The couples got busy flirting. Killian stood up making me yelp, but he just turned me around. He sat again and made me sit on his lap, now facing the other people here. My other arm was wrapped around his neck. I took a sip from his glass; my face crumpled because of how hard the liquor was. I heard him click his tongue and grab the glass from my hand.I looked at him and sighed. “I really thought you wouldn’t come.”“I got bored.” He was calm and serious.“Reall
I didn’t know but after the family reunion, Killian was avoiding me. I knew that he wasn’t a social person, but this time it was different. He totally ignored me. He never talked to me. I tried to recall what I did when I was drunk at that family reunion, but I couldn’t remember anything!“Here’s your coffee.” I smiled at him as I put the cup on his table. He nodded without looking at me, he was just focusing on his paperwork. I bit my lower lip and sighed deeply. It was a heavy feeling and it was really weird to feel like this for him. I told him his schedule for today before I got back to my office. My stomach growled in hunger after hours of sitting in my chair. I stood up and went to his office to ask him for lunch. We usually eat together and he would just ask someone to buy us food. “Killian, let’s eat.” “I’m not hungry.” His voice was cold and firm. He was signing some papers.I felt a pang on my chest. It had been days since he was like that. I really didn’t know anymore w
I couldn’t shake the sense that something was off. Killian had been quieter than usual, his gaze distant even when we sat side by side. His words, when they came, felt like placeholders for thoughts he wouldn’t—or couldn’t—share. Every glance told me he was keeping something from me. I didn’t need to ask why there were men stationed outside our house, their figures half-hidden among the shadows of the trees. The last incident had rattled him. He was being careful, protective as always and I totally understand it.“Killian,” I murmured, my fingers brushing the cool surface of the window, “Can I go outside? Just for some air?”He looked up from his laptop, his eyes softening as they met mine. For a moment, his guard slipped, the edges of his face relaxing. “Alright,” he said, closing the laptop with a quiet snap.He stood from the couch, moving with the silent precision that had become his second nature. Killian always accompanied me now, shadowing my steps, his presence like an unspo
We were now lying on our bed, resting from that intense lovemaking. The warmth of Killian’s body pressed against mine was a welcome contrast to the cool breeze drifting off the ocean. His hand traced lazy circles on my back, his touch gentle and soothing in the aftermath of our passion.I closed my eyes, resting my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. My mind felt hazy, lulled by the steady rise and fall of his breathing and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. It was peaceful here, with him, in a way that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Like everything that had been chaotic in my life finally made sense when I was with Killian.But just as the calm began to settle deep within me, a familiar knot twisted in my stomach—a reminder of the memories I couldn’t reach, the pieces of my life that still felt so distant and broken. It was as if there were parts of me hidden behind a thick fog, moments I couldn’t quite touch, and that scared me m
Killian’s hands were rough as they slid down my bare skin, his touch igniting fires wherever he grazed. The cool sea breeze against my heated body did little to calm the flames that roared to life under his grasp. His lips never left mine, devouring me with a hunger that matched the wild beat of my heart.Before I could catch my breath, he broke the kiss, leaving me gasping as his eyes raked over my body, dark and possessive. There was an intensity in his gaze that sent a tremor through me, making me feel both vulnerable and powerful all at once. He didn’t speak, but the way his eyes burned into mine told me everything—he was going to take his time with me, here, in the open, where the only witness was the sky and the sea.I tried to catch my breath, but he gave me no time to recover. In a swift motion, he knelt before me, gripping the back of my thighs as he spread my legs. My back pressed against the cool stone behind me, but the chill was a welcome contrast to the heat radiating be
Killian stood at the stove, his back a perfect canvas of lean muscle shifting with every subtle movement. The sight alone made heat coil in my belly. He wasn’t doing anything particularly provocative—just cooking—but there was something undeniably sexy about the way he moved. After what we’d done in the bedroom, hunger for food should’ve been the only thing on my mind, yet here I was, craving him all over again.I slipped off the stool, my bare feet silent on the cool floor as I approached him. Without a word, I slid my arms around his waist, pressing myself against his warm, solid body. The scent of him, a mixture of the sea and something uniquely Killian flooded my senses. My heart gave a telling lurch, a reminder that while parts of my memory were still missing, my body recognized him. This was my husband, the man I loved, even if I couldn’t remember every moment we’d shared.Killian hummed, a low, content sound vibrating through his chest as he leaned back slightly into my embrace
Killian’s lips found the sensitive skin of my neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake as they traveled lower. Each kiss was slow and deliberate as if he was savoring the taste of my skin. My breath hitched when his mouth dipped to the valley between my breasts. The warmth of his tongue against my skin sent a ripple of electricity through me. I couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped me, my back arching as if my body instinctively sought more of his touch. My toes curled, the pleasure so sharp it felt like I was experiencing it for the first time. The way he moved—every kiss, every lick—left me trembling, desperate for more.“Killian…” His name came out in a breathless moan.His lips closed around my nipple, and I gasped, a jolt of pleasure mixed with the sharp sting of his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Pain and pleasure blurred together, sending shockwaves through me. My fingers dug into his hair, pulling him closer as if he could drown the ache that was building inside
I woke to a heaviness weighing down every part of me like my limbs were anchored to the bed. My skin felt too tight and burning hot, and my muscles throbbed with a dull ache that wouldn't let up. A groan escaped my lips as I blinked against the harsh light spilling through the room, trying to adjust to the brightness that stabbed at my eyes. Through the haze, I saw him—Killian—moving across the room with quiet grace, his hair damp from the shower, a wet towel in hand. He hadn’t noticed I was awake yet. I tried to speak, but my throat was raw like sandpaper had scraped against it.“Killian…” The word rasped out of me, barely audible. Even my own voice sounded foreign.At the sound of his name, his head snapped in my direction, concern clouding his dark eyes. He was at my side in an instant, gently easing me back onto the pillows when I tried to sit up. “You need to rest, darling,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, like a warm blanket wrapping around me.I nodded weakly, too ti
The warm, salty breeze caressed my skin as I stepped out of the small house, my bare feet sinking into the soft sand. The sun was high in the sky, casting a golden hue over everything, and the rhythmic sound of the waves lapping at the shore provided a soothing backdrop to my thoughts.I still felt unsettled. Even though Killian had tried to explain his reasons for bringing me here, a nagging feeling lingered in the back of my mind. I couldn’t shake the sense of being trapped, of having no control over my own life.As I walked along the shoreline, letting the cool water kiss my ankles, I noticed a small boat anchored a little ways off the beach. A man stood beside it, pulling in a fishing net, his figure broad and lean, with tanned skin gleaming under the sun.Killian.He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and his muscles flexed with each pull of the net, droplets of water clinging to his skin. He was speaking with an older man, a fisherman by the looks of him, who appeared to be helping him hau
The soft murmur of waves and the distant cry of seagulls pulled me from sleep. The light filtering through the white curtains was warm, bathing the room in a golden glow. For a moment, I lay there, disoriented, the remnants of sleep still clinging to me.I wasn’t in the hospital anymore.Sitting up slowly, I looked around the unfamiliar room. The bed was large, covered in crisp, white sheets, and the wooden beams of the ceiling were high above me. The air was fresh, salty, with a gentle breeze rolling in from the open window. The room itself was simple yet elegant—polished wooden floors, a small seating area, and a door that likely led to a bathroom.Where am I?I swung my legs over the side of the bed, feeling the cool floor beneath my bare feet. My heart pounded in my chest as I walked toward the open window, my pulse quickening with each step. Pushing aside the gauzy curtains, I was greeted by a breathtaking view—a long stretch of white sand beach, crystal clear water, and the lush
The feeling started subtly—just a slight discomfort at first, like someone was watching me. It was easy to dismiss at first. Paris was a bustling city, after all. People were always around, rushing past on the busy streets, tourists snapping pictures, locals darting in and out of shops. But as the days wore on, the feeling intensified.Every time I left my apartment, I couldn’t shake the sensation of eyes on my back. A chill would creep down my spine, and I found myself glancing over my shoulder more than usual. There was never anyone there, of course—just the usual crowd, strangers passing by without a second glance. Yet, the unease lingered.I tried to tell myself it was just paranoia. After everything that had happened—leaving Killian, losing the baby, moving to Paris, starting a new life—it was only natural that I’d feel vulnerable. The memories of Seria’s cruel words still gnawed at me, and I was dealing with my own demons. But this was different. This wasn’t just in my head.Cla