Chapter 65 Twisted vow!
|| Author POV ||
A handful of days slipped by.
Since that night, the alley haunted Rosa but she still had to pass through it.
Moonlight lacquered the Salvatore mansion in cold silver as Rosa entered inside after her café shift. She climbed the stairs and let the cold shower rinse the city’s dust. It was summer already.
Killian already told her not to keep herself locked in her room but the library was a mausoleum of silence. So Rosa walked to the vast hall instead.
She settled on the plush couch, placing her books neatly on the glass table.
Lilia had stopped by earlier to say her shift was over. Before leaving, she gently placed a cup of warm milk on the table for Rosa.
Rosa sat quitely. Her brows furrowed at the math problems in front of her. She pouted frustratedly. The equations made little-tiny sense to her.
Absentmindedly, Rosa brought the pen to her lips, chewing softly as her eyes glazed over the textbook. Unaware of the presence descending behind her.
Killian stepped down the stairs with the phone pressed to his ear. His towering frame exuded quiet authority and his cold aura shifted the air around him. The soft buzz of his voice fell silent when his piercing gaze landed on her.
His piercing, ice-blue gaze dragged over Rosa’s form like slow poison.
She was wearing a white tank top. Its thin delicate straps slipping too easily over her soft shoulders. Her collarbones peeked out like porcelain. The soft thin fabric outlined the gentle rise of her chest.
Her shorts were just a simple pair of short denim. It covered her inner thighs, leaving her bare legs sprawled and glowing under the bright light of the hallway.
She looked so unaware trying to solve an equation while he stood above her calculating the cost of obsession.
Her teeth gently pressing into the pen cap. Her lashes fluttering as she tried to focus.
Killian tilted his head. The edges of his stare was sharp like glass. His grip on the phone tightened, veins flexing along his forearm. Something vile and scary filled him.
“Yes.” he said flatly in response to his men, his tone was void of care and gaze fixed solely on her.
His tongue rolled across the inside of his cheek and he almost chuckled when he caught her eyes blinking up to him.
Rosa’s lips parted slightly and she pulled the pen from her mouth spotting him. Her innocent gaze lifted to meet his towering frame. His masculine body covered with black t-shirt.
Is he on a call?
Killian crossed the room in three strides. His presence was suffocating. The call was still connected. He didn’t care and walked across the glass table.
By the time he reached her, Rosa had already stiffened. Her exposed shoulders rose slightly with tension. She looked up at his monstrous figure. Then suddenly, his knee sank into the couch beside Rosa. Her breath caught.
She didn’t even realize what she looked like or how sinful her purity was.
Killian’s palm pressed into her shoulder, pushing her down slightly against the cushions before hovering over her body. Rosa swallowed hard. Her brows knitted together as confusion and nerves tightened in her chest.
“Continue.” Killian murmured into the phone.
The soft hum of whoever spoke on the other end barely registered, his attention was no longer on them.
It was on her.
Killian bent at her face. Rosa’s eyes flickered to his and she tucked her lips inside her mouth only for his hand to catch her cheek. His thumb pressed softly into her flushed skin.
And then, he captured her soft mouth onto his.
Rosa’s eyes widened in shock but she didn’t make a sound. She couldn’t. They were on the couch and he was still on the call!
His kiss was rough like he didn’t care that someone on the other end of the line could hear the faint rustle of movement or her muffled gasp.
Killian moved with an eerie calmness like dominance was just a language he spoke fluently.
Killian didn’t just kiss her, he ate her. His lips pressed so fiercely against hers it felt like time itself faltered. When the voice in his earpiece interrupted, Killian broke away reluctantly letting his breath ghost over her skin.
“Yés.” he answered coldly without looking away from her trembling mouth.
Killian watched the way Rosa’s lips quivered. They were already bruised and parted and licked his own slowly like tasting sin. His mouth trailed downward, pressing hot kisses along the curve of her collarbone.
Rosa’s palm clutched his shoulder. Her fingers tightened as she tried to stifle the soft sounds that slipped from her throat.
Killian pulled away slowly. His dark eyes never left hers. He suddenly curled his index finger on the top of the rubbery fabric of her tank top and began to drag it down.
Inch by inch, the rubbery material dragged down her right breast until the upper swell of her breasts was exposed.
Rosa flinched slightly. Her body gave a shy twist but Killian held her still.
Then Killian loosened his finger grip. The soft white material stuck under her parked bud. Her nipple were peach-tinted and delicate. It peeked at him. It looked so tempting Killian had to lick his own lips.
His dark gaze shifted at her worried lilac eyes which were full of innocence. And His, in contrast, burned with a consuming lust.
“Tu sais comment gérer les choses, sinon je sais comment trancher une gorge.” Killian murmured coldly in french into the device. His voice was deadly.
\[Translation: ‘You know how to handle things. Otherwise, I know how to slit a throat.’\]
Killian’s eyes landed on the stairs once then at her. Rosa stared at him frozen in nervousness. Her breath caught the moment he leaned in. She trembled.
Killian’s hot and wet lips closed around her tiny nipple.
So slowly, gently and intimating that Rosa shivered.
She gasped when his tongue flicked against it. Her buds erected at the touch of his warm lips. Rosa tensed knowing he hadn’t ended the call yet.
Killian suddenly snapped the phone shut and tossed it aside like it was worthless. His hand shot up to her other breast which was still covered and he slammed against it greedily. He gripped hard, squeezing the swell through the fabric.
“Ah-!”
Killian sucked harder and it was enough to make her cry out. Rosa’s body trembled under the intense pull of his tender lips. Her thoughts blurred, dissolving into heat and something terrifyingly addictive.
“Mhh.”
Killian groaned low in his throat. He liked the way she’s too easy to dominate. Rosa’s soft moans slipped past her lips and something in him snapped. His grip on her breast tightened possessively and fingers dug into the softness of her boob like he owned it, making her cry out. Her breast was so soft, plush yet her nipples were hard.
“Mmm.” Rosa’s legs shifted, rising in reaction to the wave of sensation coursing through her.
Her body flinched when he tugged her nipple between his teeth. The sting sent a tremor down her spine. Rosa raised her chest, opening her mouth. Her hands rose hesitantly before tangling in his silky hair.
She still didn’t know if she was allowed to touch him but she couldn’t stop herself.
“Mmm~”
Her moan was breathy, almost shy.
“Mhhm—”
His groan came rougher.
Killian didn’t stop. Didn’t even lift his head. His mouth devoured every inch of her bosom, chewing softly like a sin.
His tongue moved with maddening precision, dragging across her swollen swell. Then he pulled around her nipple before sucking on in again like it was his last taste of sanity.
“Uh!”
Rosa gasped when he flattened his tongue and traced wet circles. Her eyes fluttered and her thoughts shattered. The pleasure filled her stomach with butterflies. Her body trembled violently.
“Ughm.” Killian latched onto her nipple with hungry intent, like a wild cat drinking milk, teasing her swollen nipple with wild strokes.
The taste of her was intoxicating, sweet and aching. He licked harder, even harder.
Rosa’s back arched helplessly beneath him. Her body betrayed her with every sharp gasp.
“Aahh!”
Killian tugged the other side of her top down roughly. He didn’t hesitate, cupping her newly exposed breast with a strong possessive grip, fingers pressing into the soft swell.
“It-it hurts–” Rosa choked out at the way he was grabbing them so roughly and aggressively.
She was impossibly soft to endure that.
“Mmph!” Killian pulled away with a soft pop.
His lips glistened with sinful taste. His breath ghosted over her heated skin before he leaned in, letting his gaze devour the sight of her flushed face and the way her lashes stuck together from unshed tears of pleasure.
Rosa peeked up at him scaredly. His thumb dragged slowly across her sore reddened nipple, pressing gently and rolling it, soothing the ache.
Then he leaned in, brushing his lips across her flushed cheek.
“Make a vow to me.”
Rosa’s brows knit together in confusion, lashes fluttering. “H-huh?” she whispered out of curiosity.
Killian rolled his tongue, watching every flicker of confusion and fear in her delicate expression. His thumb grazed her bottom lip, dragging it down a little.
“That–” his eyes shifted at her lavender orbs. A sinister glint sparkled in his eyes.
“You’ll let me take you.” he said. “Wherever I want. However I want. Whenever I want. No questions. No hesitation. No resistance and no escape.”
Rosa’s lips quivered. The innocence in her eyes burned against the twisted promise in his. She didn’t fully understand what he was asking.
Still, her heart betrayed her, thudding wildly in her chest. “W-why?” she barely asked.
Killian leaned in until their foreheads touched. Eyes closed for a bit as if holding himself back. When he opened them, something had shifted.
His gaze was darker now. Like a night.
“You’re questioning already?” he murmured. The softness in his tone was gone, replaced with something heavier.
Rosa’s breath hitched. She felt his hand curl around her side, fingers pressing into her skin, not to hurt but to remind her he was there, that she was his.
“N-no–” Rosa shook her head quickly, scared by the sudden change in his eyes, the way his pupils narrowed slightly.
“I-I don’t understand.” Her voice softened as she whispered, scared by the dominance he’s putting her through.
“You don’t have to.” He tilted her chin up so she’d meet his gaze. “Just say yes.”
Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. “To-to what?”
“That wherever I take you, on the floor, on the table, on the fucking edge of the world, you’ll let me. You won’t run. You won’t cry. You’ll give in. To me. Only me.”
Rosa nervously chewed on her bottom lip. She didn’t understand what he was saying. His words sounded like riddles wrapped in threats. Foreign. Frightening. Her body stilled, unsure if she was supposed to answer.
He was scaring her now. Killian gazed at her intensely.
“No matter what.” his voice was silk over steel, “you won’t disobey me.”
Rosa’s eyes widened just slightly. Something in his tone had changed. His thumb brushed her bitten lip.
“Remember this, rabbit–” he whispered, leaning in until his breath grazed her cheek. “I don’t let go of what’s mine. Not now. Not ever!”
Rosa shivered and froze under his stare. Those dark eyes no longer looked human, they were a storm of control, something terrifying. His words were controlling every tiny piece of her brain cells.
His mouth barely moved, but the words struck like a knife.
“No matter how much you break...”
His fingers slipped around her throat, not choking, just holding enough to steal her breath emotionally, not physically.
“...how much you cry–!”
He kissed the side of her mouth, so softly it stung.
“Or how much you beg...”
A single tear escaped Rosa’s eye as if she was possessed by his cruel words.
‘Damn! She’s manipulated!’
Killian watched it fall with fascination. The beast inside him growled. He was done manipulating her dumb brain. Easy when she’s this sensitive.
“You’ll still crawl back to me.” he watched the single drop of tear drying.
“Say it!”
“Say you’ve given yourself to me. Completely. That I can do whatever I want.” his pierced eyes stared at her soul like a predator.
A heavy silence hung between them. Then Rosa gave a tiny nod. She trusts him.
“Words!” his stern voice made her swallow. Rosa hesitantly opened her mouth.
“I-I gave m-myself t-to you.”
Her naive words trembled unsurely but they were spoken. The result of his twisted manipulation.
In that moment, Rosa didn’t realize she had just sealed her fate. The devil had accepted her vow.
Rosa stared at him. Confusion twisted her features as she watched the faint cruel curl of his lips. That expression, so cold, dark, so dangerous sent a shiver of fear down her spine.
“Good girl.”
Killian rasped and dipped his mouth to her neck, inhaling deeply. She smelled faintly of soft soap.
“Hmm, sweet.”
Then his teeth sank into her flesh sharply and “Ah.” a moan slipped from her lips.
Killian trailed downward, claiming dominance over her breast with greedy hands. His touch was both brutal and unstoppable.
Killian’s hand slid lower to her mini denim. His fingers curled on the chain. Just as he was about to pull the chain down, he halted hearing the familiar voice from behind.
“I–I’m sorry for the interruption!”