He made me sit on the side of the sink. He settled himself in between my thighs. He started wiping my makeup from my face and washing my face. I chuckled seeing how serious he was. I pinched his cheeks and his frowned deepen. “Stop that.” His voice was serious and firm. “No. You are so cute.” I was about to pinch his cheeks again when he stopped my hands. He looked me straight in the eyes; it looked so cold and ruthless that I almost flinched. “Cute, ha? I fuck you roughly and you tell me that?” I pouted, but I felt my body heated. I pressed my lips tighter. He went back on cleaning my face. When he was done, he dressed me up with new clothes. “I want your shirt.” My voice sounded like a kid asking for some candies. My eyes were half-closed already. I was taking off the tops that he wore to me. He sighed heavily before I felt his footsteps. I felt another of clothes dressing to me. I smiled and groaned softly when I felt his hands. I was already lying in bed and my eyes clos
I couldn’t even properly walk for days because of the rough sex we had. He let me stay in the house while he was working. Good thing Claire called that she would visit me here. I wouldn’t feel bored and lonely anymore. I already asked Killian’s permission about it and he agreed. “It looks like you had a wild night, Cass.” Her voice was playful and full of humor. She laughed so hard as she followed me to the kitchen. I felt the heat spread through my cheeks. I felt suddenly embarrassed at what I heard even though I should get used to it. There should be nothing to be embarrassed about because sex is normal for a couple, but of course, it should still have consent. We decided to bake to pass the time like how we used to back in college. The countertops were a mosaic of scattered flour, vibrant bowls, and various baking tools. Claire and I stood side by side, both grinning in excitement. My hair was tied back in a messy bun as I carefully sifted the flour into a large mixing bowl
Killian still didn’t make me work and just let me stay at the house. He would have a business trip next week, and he would bring me with him; that was why he said that I should prioritize resting. I didn’t protest anymore. I went outside the house and asked the maid to help me water the flowers I bought. It was a beautiful morning and I felt productive today. I also helped the maid cleaning the house, especially changing the curtains. I should be resting but I was not used to doing nothing. I was alone in Killian’s room and cleaning it. I changed the sheets of his bed and also the curtains of the room. Seeing everything was cleaned was making my mind at peace. The maid called for me to have a snack. I was happily eating in the yard of the house; there was a set of tables and chairs there. I noticed that there was a car entering. My forehead creased because I knew that it wasn’t Killian’s car. An old woman stepped out of the car. She was wearing black eyeglasses. She had th
I arched my back and tilted my head when his mouth went to my neck. He was nipping, sucking, and licking it. I knew that he would leave many marks again. I didn’t protest and just let him. I just realized how submissive I was when it came to him. He ripped my clothes, making me gasp. I wasn’t wearing a brassiere so it was easy for him to put my breast inside his hot mouth. I pulled his head more and arched my back. He was sucking my breasts alternatively. “Oh... more! Suck it more, Killian!” I pulled him more to my chest. I felt his teeth biting my nipple making me scream in pain and pleasure. He was biting my nipple and pulling it. My hands found the buttons of his long sleeve, but he immediately stopped my hands and put it down. He sat on the stool chair and ripped my undies. He dipped his head and ate my core. My hands gripped his hair as I arched my back. My eyes were closed as I looked up. “Ahh! Killian!” I moaned when he bit my clit. He was holding my thighs so tight
The next meeting Killian had, he finally let me go with him. I wore the bathrobe after I was done taking a bath. I stepped outside and saw Killian putting his long sleeve on. I walked towards the vanity mirror. I sat and started doing my morning care routine. After putting on my makeup, I walked towards the closet and chose clothes I could wear. I chose to wear a bodycon dress and a coat paired with three-inch black heels. Killian was still not done buttoning his long sleeve and got busy talking to someone over the phone. I walked towards him and fixed him. He glanced at me for a moment before he got back to the call.“Alright. I’ll review the papers...”After buttoning his long sleeve, I put on and fixed his necktie. I was just waiting for him to finish who he was talking to. He finally dropped the call. He wore his coat and held my hand as he started walking out of the room. I couldn’t help but stare at our intertwined hands. It felt so wrong yet so right. We arrive at a tall buil
“Don’t leave my side tonight.” It was Killian who reminded me that as we stepped outside the Lamborghini. I nodded my head at him and wrapped my arms around his extended arms. We walked down the red carpet. There were flashes of the camera, so I had to keep the smile written on my lips. It was a luxurious party. The people around looked very expensive and I knew for sure that they were. Soft music played in the background, adding to the liveliness of the place. It was Mr. Lux’s mansion where the party was held.“To more successful years of LuxURy Tech!” It was Mr. Lux on the center stage. His wide smile was across his lips as he raised his wine glass for a toss. We all raised our wine glass and drank it.There was a dance in the center. I was just sitting in my seat while drinking wine since Killian was busy talking to Mr. Lux. He was too far from my table and looked so busy. I let out a heavy breath. I felt alone here at my table while everyone was busy talking to someone or havi
Killian broke the kiss, I even chased his lips because I wanted more of it. Killian could really easily burn my whole body, and I craved for him terribly. I flinched at how cold his eyes were while staring at me. He was gripping my jaw tightly. “You are mine the moment you married me, Cassandra. Remember that.” His voice was harsh and firm. I bit my trembling lower lip and nodded at him. There was fear in my heart, but I could feel more happiness hearing his possessiveness. He looked jealous; I could feel it. Call me delusional or assuming, but I didn’t care. I wouldn’t mind being under his mercy. “Yes, Killian. I’m sorry about earlier.” My voice was soft, I caressed his arms to calm him. I leaned and kissed him softly. “Let’s go home.” “No. We are not going home.” He was staring at me darkly and full of lust. My forehead creased. “We’ll go back inside?” He gritted his teeth. He looked like he didn’t like what I just said. My heart was beating too loud again. I was about t
“Hi!” I smiled at him and waved my hand as soon as I saw him inside an office. My smile faded when I saw that woman again, she was sitting on a chair in front of Killian’s table. What was she doing here? What was her name again, Seia? Seria? Whatever. She wasn’t that important to remember anyway. I took a step toward Killian. He was just eyeing me making me somehow conscious. The woman’s face crumpled; clearly, she didn’t want me here. I smirked silently and sat on Killian’s lap. He automatically circled his arms on my waist “Did you eat already?” My voice was soft and low. I smiled at him as I stroked his soft hair.He shook his head. ”I haven’t.” “Let’s eat outside?”My smile widened seeing him nodding his head. I didn’t know, but I liked this, even though sometimes Killian’s was so hard to read, and I was having a hard time figuring things out if he would like things–just like what I was doing to him right now. He didn’t complain, though; then I guessed he liked this. “So wha
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