"Don't deny it. You want it." Killian said to me, stroking the nape of my neck with his thumb. His face is so close to mine and I forgot to breathe. I gasped when he pushed my dress higher, revealing my thighs to him and let his hands rest between my thighs. 

I tilted my head to the side to avoid his lustful gaze, penetrating deep into my soul. 

"Your body craves it." He said, firing kisses down my neck till his lips touched my hard, naked nipples. That sent shivers down my spine. My body erupted with goosebumps and I exhaled sharply. I want to speak, but I can't. He has that much effect on me. His tongue played with my nipples and I mewled. That felt so good. 

"You want me as much as I want you." He whispered with his lips pressed on my skin. I shouldn't be doing this. I know I should stay away from this man but how can I when he invades my thoughts daily? When he's the only one my body wants. It's frustrating because no matter how hard I try, I can't say no to him. And I am this close to making the worst mistake of my life. I swallowed, trying to fathom the words out.His fingers brushed my core and I jerked forward, pressing my body on his. 

"I don't want you." 

"You're lying." He said, playing with the strap of my thong with a lazy finger. My eyes rolled back in my socket with pleasure. I am lying but he's making it so hard.

"We shouldn't be doing this, Killian." Killian? Do I really have the right to call him that? 

"Give me one reason why and I won't touch you."

"Because you're my best friend's Fiance."

SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ

The ear scarping noise as my dagger scribbles something on a metal board leaves me running mad but I’m not stopping. The scratches on the board tell an undeniable tale of suffering but it’s an object after all, I’ve had to feel this turmoil on my own skin before. 


I’m clutched on a chair in a corner of my room, my ass and feet rest on the chair seat so close to each other and my upper body hangs over my knees. While one hand plays with the dagger on the metal board which is on the desk before me, the other dangles loosely, facing the ground. Shuriken blades dangle between each space between each finger as I fold them and let them loose, spreading them apart while enjoying the sound. These blades have wounded my fingers. I can feel my blood run down my hands and drip to the floor but I don’t do a thing. 


CHAPTER 186