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"Fuck me, Killian."
But he shakes his head, denying me what I want. I want him to take me hard, making it quick so I can get off, but he doesn't, and I want to hate him for it.
"Please," I beg, grinding my hips, seeking for him to move faster, but he pulls out and slides in slowly. Gently.
A delicious torture builds inside me, begging for release like a monster wanting out of his cage, but Killian won't do it. He won't let it. Not the way I want.
It will always be the way he wants.
Right now, it’s soft and slow, and maybe it’s hard and fast tomorrow. Quick, without so much as a single kiss. Always denying what is between us. The hunger for more.
I turn my head and look up at the sky like a deep abyss drowning out the pain I feel in my heart as he moves inside me. It doesn't matter if he fucks me fast or slow, hard or gentle. The result will be the same—I will break apart for him.
He picks up speed, grunting. He knows I'm close. My pussy clenches him tight. I open my legs so he can take me deep, just like the dark sky. Dark and beautiful.
"I'm coming."
The crashing waves are all I hear when I come, mixed with the heat of him when he spills inside me. The wind causes a shiver to run over my sweaty skin, but I try not to look at his face.
"Look at me, Lillith."
My eyes meet his, hoping he doesn't see that I've fallen deeply in love with him despite everything.
Despite the fact that Killian Cross will kill me when I give him what he wants. It is why he refuses to love me.
Because it's easier to kill someone when you don't love them. When you don't care. A sacrifice for the greater good. What's one when you can save more?
* * *
Every daysince the night at the beach seven weeks ago, Killian comes to me at night, fucks me, and always leaves after I fall asleep. He never stays longer than that. I guess it makes it easier for him not to get attached. The same way he figures the reason I don't want to wear his ring.
He says it was his mother's. Agnes talked about his parents once. She said they were in love and that the greatest gift was Killian. It seemed wrong to accept a ring from the woman who wore it when she received it from the man she loved. A man who was devoted to her for all the right reasons. Wearing it on my finger for all the wrong reasons feels like I'm shitting on their memory. Their life was taken, and I can understand Killian's need for vengeance. He won't admit to love, but he loved his parents, or he wouldn't care. He has a heart underneath his rough exterior. It just doesn't belong to me.
"Are you ready?"
I look up from staring at the ocean to Ciro, trying to figure out how to hide the truth.
I'm pregnant.
I haven't had my period in two months. Telling anyone that I am would put me and my baby in danger. I’d be on the chopping block, and my child would be at risk of being raised without its mother. I know exactly what that feels like.
"Yeah." I take a deep breath, knowing the rocking boat will make me queasy, but I have to get through it.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
I look around and nod. "Please." When my gaze finds his, I hope he sees the desperation in my eyes for what I've decided to do. What I need to do. "You're my only hope."
I see him visibly swallow. "Like we talked about alright?"
"Like we talked about," I repeat.
I hear footsteps behind me and see Killian wearing his mask, dressed all in black as usual. He walks in front of me, and Ciro pauses, turning his head to the side and giving me his back.
"Let's go," Killian says in a stern voice.
He always gets serious when Ciro and I talk even though we are just friends. I don't think he’s jealous because I have never given him a reason to be. I'm always around. If he leaves the house to go to the mainland, he makes sure I come along, never leaving me alone at the house. If I want to go shopping, he comes with me.
"Coming," I reply.
