Killian awoke at six, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. His focus was drawn to the left arm that bore the lingering scar of a bullet's impact. He cursed under his breath as a faint throb hit through the wound. "Fuck!"Yet, as the haze of sleep cleared, his gaze involuntarily shifted toward Amara who was peacefully slumbering on the couch, an ethereal stillness surrounding her. Unconsciously, he found himself studying every delicate feature of hers, the gentle curve of her lips, the rise and fall of her chest with each breath. The soft morning light had painted her features in a delicate glow. The moment, however, shattered abruptly with the sound of the alarm. Kilian clenched his jaw, a surge of frustration coursing through him. For a moment, his mind fought with the reality he had tried to suppress the fact that he was bound to her by a marriage now. The thought itself left a bitter taste in his mouth and he looked at her in anger. "Why the hell was I admiring
Killian introduced Natasha to the room, her presence sending shock through the people present in the room. Alejandro, Elijah, and Killian's father fixed their gazes on Natasha, who responded with a small smile yet nervous smile. Their presence was making her feel anxious. A thick tension hung in the air. Killian's father, with a stern demeanour, looked at Killian with a cold gaze "What is this, Killian?""She's my girlfriend." Killian declared unfazed, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close to him. Alejandro looked at Killian with a mix of anger and disappointment. "You're married, Killian! Show some decency! How can you betray your newly wedded wife?" He snapped. With a jaw clenched in frustration, Killian retorted, "Newly wedded wife? She isn't my fucking wife! She's forced upon me just because she's bearing my child. If it weren't for the bastard growing inside her, I wouldn't have even considered her as a match for me." His growl echoed, silencing Alejandro wit
Killian met her gaze, his dark eyes gazing straight into her blue ones. "Contract papers." Amara looked at Killian in surprise and confusion, her brows furrowing as she clutched the papers tightly. She couldn't understand the purpose of the contract papers he demanded her to sign."What contract?" she questioned, her voice betraying a mix of anxiety and bewilderment. She can't sign the papers without knowing what it is about. She doesn't trust Killian, and knowing him, she knows whatever is there in the contract, isn't good for her. Killian's gaze remained unyielding as he broke the silence, his voice cold. "It's a marriage contract," His tone was devoid of any warmth. "I didn't have the time to arrange them earlier, given that we got married against our wish. I had my lawyer draw them up as soon as we were wed."Amara's eyes widened in shock, her confusion deepening. His words made her anxious. "Marriage contract?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.He nodded. "Yes. T
Trigger warning :- Forced scene Ahead. (16+)***"Strip, Amara"Amara's gaze locked onto Killian, shock etched across her face as his cold order reverberated through the room. His words sent a shiver down her spine, and more tears rolled down her eyes. She shook her head hearing him, her lips pressed in a thin line. Killian yanked her towards him and held her nap in a tight grip, forcing her to look at him. "Do you want me to repeat that night, huh?" He asked through clenched teeth. "Tell me, Amara, do you want me to tie up you to the bed, rip your clothes and pound inside your tiny cunt mercilessly until you pass out?!" He brought her face closer to his, their lips almost touching. Her shaky breath filled with fear touched his skin, making his insides burn with lust. "N-no" Killian smirked hearing her. She's fragile, and so are her words. How much he would love to corrupt this innocence again. "Let me g-go, please," Amara begged, big fat tears streaming down her cheeks like a wat
Trigger warning :- Contains forced and triggering elements. Read at your own risk. Strictly 18+ ***"I told you to stay away from me!"Amara held the knife at him, her eyes blurring with tears but with a rebellious glint in them to fight against him. The metallic smell of the blood filled the room and she could feel herself getting nauseated. Killian tilted his head, tearing his eyes from her to the fresh cut that now lay on his chest and the sight of blood flowing out furiously made him livid. He wasn't angry that he was hurt. He has gone through attacks much worse than this but what made him livid was that she tried to go against him, defy his words again and fucking tried to attack him. His eyes met with Amara's and her heart dropped at the darkness that his eyes carried. He looked like a monster, starving for blood, her blood. Amara felt her nerves freeze seeing the monstrous look in his eyes and she closed her eyes, charging to hit him with the knife again, aiming at his heart
The soft morning light entered the room through the window, casting a warm glow in the room. Amara, still nestled in Killian's embrace, slept peacefully. Her face was hidden in his taut and broad chest, warm breath living through her parted lips which hit his skin. His hands enveloped her completely, one protectively cradling her pregnant belly as he held her close to him even in his sleep. A blanket covered their naked bodies, hiding their nudity in a cover. Amara stirred in her sleep when she felt the morning rays touching her face. Her face was crushed in a hard chest and her body felt caged between two muscular arms. She moved slightly to get from him but a small whimper left her lips when she felt a stinging pain between her legs. She opened her eyes slowly on feeling the sharp pain and came face with a sleeping Killian. His face was just an inch away from her, so close that she was afraid their lips would touch if she moved a little. His dishevelled hair framed his forehead, le
Emotions were not forbidden for Killian. He felt, but a lot of times, these were all intense feelings, when he felt anger, rage and frustration. Killian, accustomed to intense emotions like anger and frustration, found himself in an unfamiliar state as he held the unconscious Amara. However, as he cradled the unconscious Amara, an unusual numbness seized him. It wasn't fear or concern that paralyzed him, but a peculiar sensation that defied his usual emotional repertoire, a feeling foreign to the usually temper-driven Killian Suvillian. The cascading water from the shower snapped Killian out of his trance. "Fuck!" With a sudden realization, he swore under his breath. Gently cradling her, he swiftly carried her out of the bathroom and carefully dressed her in a loose garment, covering her naked body. Clad in a black shirt and pants, he carried her out of the room with a tense expression on his face. In the hall, his family was surprised to see them in such a state. Their surprise so
In the quiet of the night, Amara stirred, her dreams interrupted by a sudden craving. With a soft sigh, she blinked her eyes open, the dim light filtering through the curtains around the room. As the haze of sleep lifted, the desire for something sweet intensified within her.She couldn't quite explain the craving, but it consumed her thoughts. She longed for something sweet, something that would melt on her tongue and fill her cravings with sweetness.But as she turned her gaze to the figure sleeping on the bed, a wave of fear washed over her, threatening to drown her in its icy grip. Killian lay motionless on the bed, his features softened in sleep, yet his presence loomed large in the room. With each rise and fall of his chest, Amara felt her veins constrict, her heart hammering against her ribcage. Fear prickled at her skin, a familiar sensation that made her veins feel like ice. It had been one month since the incident, and in that time, Killian had maintained a cold distance fr