I Want the Bianchi Girl

Killian

The quiet in my office didn’t ease the ache in my chest after abandoning Sera outside and running away from her. I’d had to do it. I couldn’t stand there and act like what I’d said about selling her to someone who wanted to marry her was actually how I felt.

I knew what I’d meant. Maybe she had too. Maybe she’d seen the truth in my eyes before I’d turned my back on her.

I couldn’t deny myself of her any longer. I’d proven that I was weak the second I slid back into her bed a few nights ago. I hadn’t just fucked her, either. It had started like that, with me bossing her around and denying her when she’d alluded to wanting to be on her knees for me. But something had snapped my resolve, and I’d needed to see her face while I’d felt every inch of her perfect body. I didn’t want it to be rough, not with her. I just wanted her, and that scared me to death.

The Hand of Death didn’t scare easily.

The power she had over me tore me to pieces. My mother had been right when she said my w