Chapter 87 Until she's dead!
|| Author POV ||
“I’d rather break you myself than let another man breathe near you!”
Rosa wriggled desperately in his iron grip until suddenly, he threw her back. Her body landed on the large couch in the middle of the hall.
Before she could even move, Killian was already on her. Their noses nearly touched. “What did Max say?” His voice was ice.
Rosa shook her head frantically, trying to push herself up but his rough palm slammed her down, pinning her in place.
Poor Rosa cried out helplessly, trapped beneath him.
“Trying to protect him?” Killian’s eyebrows drew together sharply.
Possessiveness burned fiercely inside him. She can’t! She can’t think of any other man but him!
Killian knew he was harsh, maybe even cruel but he couldn’t bear her protests.
If things were like before, she would be softly kissing him now. She had always loved this, this closeness but Alas! those days were gone.
“He..he said no-thing.” Rosa sniffled, struggling to free his crushing grip from her delicate skin. The pressure stung. He was hurting her.
She couldn’t believe she had fallen for this monster!
A sharp flinch escaped Rosa’s lips when Killian suddenly yanked her head upward. Before she could even catch her breath, his lips crashed onto hers roughly in a punishing force.
Rosa’s fingers dug into his shoulder and nails sank deep into the thick fabric of his coat, desperate to hold on or push away, both at once.
She wanted to melt beneath his lips, no matter how harsh the kiss was. But reality slammed into her, refusing to let her surrender.
Rosa pushed at his shoulder. Her small lips still molded roughly into his. “Mmh.” A soft whimper escaped her throat. She didn’t want this. She didn’t want to kiss a criminal.
She didn’t want to kiss the son of the man who killed her parents! It was all the same. She didn’t want anything, but peace!
A part of her still hopes for him to confess this all isn’t true.
Rosa pushed her body upward, fighting to break free from the kiss. Every slick stroke of his tongue against her swollen lips made her tremble uncontrollably. Silent tears spilled as she cried into his mouth.
His touch sent waves of fear through her. The same hands that had ended lives now held her captive.
Her whimpers deepened when he lifted her closer, pressing his chest against her fragile frame. Her breath came in ragged gasps, almost gone.
Gathering all her strength, Rosa slid her hands from his shoulder to her face, slipping her fingers between their locked lips to force him away.
“Mph!” Killian finally pulled away and Rosa’s helpless cries echoed into the hall.
She clasped her mouth with trembling hands, tears spilling and her watery eyes met his dark piercing blues.
Killian reached out, possessively gripping her tiny wrist before pulling her hand away from her lips.
“You don’t want me to hurt you, do you?”
Rosa rubbed her eyes with her free hand, shaking her head quickly.
“Good girl!” She barely registered the sinister smirk curling on his lips.
“Your tears–” he leaned in close, “makes me want to do sinful things to you, bunny.”
Her eyes snapped wide watching his shadow looming over her.
“They makes me want to ruin you!”
Rosa shook her head. “L-let me go.” she whimpered, trying to slide away but his grip was relentless.
Rosa gasped sharply when his hand slipped beneath her dress. Her body jolted. His shadow leaned in, suffocating her with his strong presence.
“N-no.. no.” she mewled like a frightened rabbit caught in a trap.
But it didn’t stop him, his face buried into her neck anyway, claiming her trembling body with terrifying possession.
Her sobs spread again. Her hands shot to his biceps the moment she felt lips on her skin. Killian’s hands slid up and cold hand touched her warm skin making her lips part.
“Tell me what that bastard told you!” Killian growled, his breath hot against her neck.
Rosa’s stomach twisted as his hand pressed flat inside her dress. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to fight the weakness spreading through her limbs.
Everything had changed, yet her foolish heart still held an ocean of love for that dangerous man, the professor she once adored.
“Speak!” he snapped again.
His voice dropped deadly. “Or I’ll hurt him so bad, he’ll beg me to end it. I mean it.”
The threat ripped through her heart like ice. Rosa coughed, choking on fear. She didn’t want anyone to be hurt because of her. Not again. He even threatens her now!
Rosa stared up at the ceiling, biting her lips hard. “H-he’s innocent.. please.” she begged.
Her continuous attempts to defend another man fueled him.
Poor Rosa screamed the moment Killian’s teeth suddenly sank into her skin on the same needle mark.
“AH—!”
His other hand slid over the bare skin of her tummy. Rosa knew exactly what he wanted.
“Stop. H-he said..” her voice broke. Her body tensed as his tongue traced over the bite.
“H-he.. likes me.” she whispered, barely able to speak. “Please. Please don’t hurt him.”
Her muffled plea dissolved into the air, “D-don’t hurt him.. don’t. Please–don’t.” she stammered due to fear.
“I won’t.”
Rosa blinked through her tears in relief.
Killian pressed a soft kiss to her bitten skin, then pulled back just enough to see her face which was wet with tears. Her eyes refused to meet his.
Fear usually tasted sweet to him but from her? It left him unsatisfied and hollow.
“I hate those fearful tears on your face, bunny!” his voice dropped. “I don’t like hurting you!” he whispered darkly, “So don’t push me.” his jaw clenched.
“Don’t forget, I can be cruel if you make me. Just like I’ve been!”
Her fist turned into a small ball, “I’ve done far worse than you can imagine, don’t make me show you what I’m capable of.” His dark voice shook her soul with fear.
“Next time, I won’t hold back if you disobey me!”
His words weren’t a threat. They were a promise.
Killian fought himself, holding back with every ounce of control with her small helpless form beneath him.
All he wanted was to devour her, pound his cock into her sweet hole until those tears were from pleasure, not fear.
They should fall when he’s buried so deep inside her.
He wanted to hear her scream in ecstasy, shaking from his touch inside her. Everything about her drove him insane.
She had no idea just how fiercely he held himself back. How every single day he struggles to resist the raw need to fuck her into submission.
“Be a good girl if you don’t want to stay locked!” he growled sharply with warning.
Without another glance, Killian stood abruptly with tense muscles, refusing to look at her.
He didn’t dare look back because if he did, he knew he’d lose control and take her right there.
He might fuck her until she’s dead. He had no idea.
The mansion’s massive front door slammed shut when he finally exited.
Rosa clutched her chest while slowly pushing herself upright. Her lips trembled. Her throat burned with the effort to breathe.
Her fingers clenched the fabric of her dress and curled her legs tightly to her chest, rubbing at the pounding beat within her ribcage.
She was consumed by his threat so deep, it clawed at her soul and left her trembling when she knew, he can do anything!
|| TIME SKIP ||
Killian rubbed his temple, signing the documents with little focus. He sat back in the large leather chair of his office. The cityscape stretched out beyond the glass wall behind him.
Yet his mind kept drifting back to her again and again, breaking his concentration.
He had to give her some freedom, at least within the mansion walls. Someone as delicate as her, he was certain she’d break if pushed too far. Traumatized. Shattered.
And despite everything, he didn’t want that. He didn’t want to hurt her. He wanted her back–the sweet, obedient girl she once was before fear replaced her fragile feelings.
But she was too stubborn. Too scared of him!
Killian just wished she wouldn’t do anything reckless, because if she did, he wouldn’t hesitate to destroy her completely.
Killian shut his eyes closed in pure frustration.
“Piss off!” Killian snarled, flinging the pen across the room in frustration.
Rage burned in his chest, mixing with a desire he’d kept caged for far too long. He’d been needing her, starving for her.
The gnawing need for her had been tormenting him to an extent. The restraint was tearing him apart. The control was slipping, fast.
Leaning back, Killian lit a cigarette. The flame casted brief shadows across his hardened face. He exhaled slowly, eyes fixed on the ceiling, mind lost in the chaos she stirred inside him.
Her tear-streaked face flashed in his mind. He could still feel her–the tight warmth, the way her body fit him so perfectly.
The memory of being inside her refused to fade.
Sinful thoughts clawed at his sanity.
“Fuck!”
Killian swore calmly and slowly closed his eyes, trying to suffocate the hunger that refused to die and failing to silence the fire burning through his veins.
He had nearly lost control that morning but he didn’t want to make things worse than they already were.
A sudden knock broke through his chaotic thoughts.
Killian permitted, grinding the cigarette into the ashtray just as Chris entered with a thick file in hand.
Killian clicked his tongue in annoyance. His mind was already a mess. This was the last thing he needed.
Chris acknowledged the tension immediately. He silently took the seat across from Killian, choosing his next words carefully.
“We’ve got some news.” Chris announced but Killian’s expression didn’t shift. His bored eyes dug into Chris’s soul.
Chris cleared his throat. “Your company ranked number one this year.” he said with a hint of enthusiasm, expecting at least a flicker of reaction.
Instead, Killian’s eyes stayed dead cold. Killian leaned back slightly “So?” his voice edged with annoyance.
Chris paused. Anyone else would be celebrating but Killian sat there unmoved as if it meant nothing.
Chris understood. There was more going on in Killian’s life than business and mafia stuff and it was consuming him. Chris knew the reason.
“Killian, it’s official now. You’re being named the top business tycoon of the year. The news is going to spread fast, likely within hours. It’s going to attract massive attention. There’ll be reporters swarming soon.” Chris said cautiously.
Killian’s jaw clenched and teeth grind in pure irritation.
“I don’t fucking care! If you’re done, get the hell out, Chris!” he snapped in rage.
Chris exhaled silently and slid the file across the table. “You’ll need to prepare a formal statement. A public revelation.”
Killian’s eyes darkened into razor-sharp. “What the hell do you mean?!” he hissed. His face lines hardened, “Clarify!”
Chris met his eyes “Your mafia identity. With the spotlight on the company, attention will only grow. You’ll need to address it on your terms.”
Killian sat still, eyes fixed on nothing.
He’d known this moment would come. He had buried his identity for one reason–her. Every secret, every silence—all to keep her untouched by the darkness he lived in. And now there’s no reason left for him to hide.
There would be enemies. There would be blood. That was exactly why he’d kept his identity hidden–for her protection. So that no harm would come to her.
“Sure.” Killian vexed “But before the world hears my name, set up a private gathering. Only the underworld’s elite. No outsiders!” he ordered firmly.
There was no hesitation.
Chris nodded once, knowing the weight behind that decision and the chaos that would soon follow.
“And make sure no damn crowd shows up near the building.” Killian growled. “I don’t want a single reporter breathing near it!”
Chris nodded.