Chapter 4
Adeline West.
Days turned into weeks, and I continued to see Laurel with Killian by his side every second of the day at the office. It was as if she had never left, seamlessly fitting back into his life while I remained on the fringes, an unwanted observer. Miranda left no stone unturned in insulting me, constantly reminding me that Laurel and Killian belonged together.
Every day, their presence together gnawed at me, creating an uneasy feeling I couldn’t shake, I reminded myself that this marriage was not real. Killian was just my husband on paper, a necessary arrangement for my family, who married me off to him. But knowing that didn’t stop the ache in my heart when I saw them together, so perfectly matched.
I don’t know why it bothered me. It shouldn’t bother me, right? fle’s not my mate, and he’s trapped in this marriage as much as I am. He never wanted this. I tried my best to ignore them and focus on my work, but I couldn’t. Every time I look at them, I feel something I can’t understand. Making me more upset, confused and sad.
I’m sitting in my office, trying to finish the tasks Miranda has piled on me. The office was deserted, everyone left long back, and the silence felt heavy, pressing in on me from all sides. By the time I finished, it was night. I looked at my wristwatch, and a gasp left my lips. Iwas past ten.
“Oh goddess.”
Fear gripped me as I thought of Clair and her mother. “It’s so late, they will surely punish me by making me work all night for being late like the last time,” I mumbled while getting my things. “Moon goddess, help me.” I prayed, grabbing my handbag.
“I need to hurry.” I hurriedly rushed out, my footsteps echoing in the empty halls.
As I reached downstairs, the power suddenly went off, plunging the floor into darkness. I was all alone; the silence was now terrifying.
“Goddess, why does this power have to go at this time?” I mumbled while searching for my phone in my handbag. I froze when I suddenly heard multiple footsteps. I darted towards the main exit, my footsteps echoing in the empty corridors. Just as I reached the lobby, I froze–there, in the dim light reflecting through the windows, I saw shadows darting and heard muffled voices. I gasped when I saw them holding guns and chasing after a tall man who looked injured.
I didn’t know what pushed me to help him. I acted on pure instinct, my heart pounding as I grabbed his arm and pulled him into the shadows. “Come with me,” I said.
The dim light from the emergency exits barely illuminated our path as we hurried to the first floor, my fingers tightening around his, guiding him silently to the meeting hall. In that darkness, every sound was magnified, echoing off the walls and amplifying the thudding of my heart
Who are they? Why are they trying to kill this man?
Questions rushed through my mind, but I tried to push the questions aside and focus on the current situation We rushed into the empty meeting hall, closing the door behind us. As we rouched together in the corner of the meeting hall, I felt his warmth seeping into my skin and his breath brushing against my neck. The air was thick with tension, and our bodies pressed close in the tight space. I strained my ears to hear over the rush of blood in my ears, listening intently to the approaching footsteps that echoed ominously down the corridor.
I could sense his presence more than see it, his outline merging with the surrounding shadows. The darkness enveloped us both, rendering us invisible to the outside world, yet every nerve in my body was on high alert. The smell of his cologne mingled with the musty scent of old furniture, creating a heady mix that filled my senses.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly as we waited, our breaths held in anticipation. I stole a glance at him, trying to make out his features in the dim light. His jaw was set, and his posture was tense with pain from his injuries. Despite the danger looming just outside, there was a strange calmness, a silent understanding, that passed between us in that fleeting moment.
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The injured man beside me shifted, a grimace of pain flickeringcross his features. His breath came in shallow gasps. I held his wrist, gripping it, and told him quietly that I’m here for him and that he’s not alone. I wanted desperately to ask him who they were and what they wanted, but the threat outside silenced by words. We held our breaths, listening intently as the footsteps grew louder and closer.
Suddenly, a sliver of light cut through the darkness as the door peaked open. Shadows danced on the walls, and my heart skipped a beat. They were just outside now, their voices hushed but urgent. My mind raced with fear, imagining all the worst possibilities.
Moon Goddess, please help us. Please don’t make them find us Please!
1 kept praying. I could feel his heartbeat against my palm as I clutched his arm, silently urging him to stay still. The voices grew louder, their footsteps echoing in the narrow hallway just beyond the meeting hall’s entrance. Adrenaline surged through me, every nerve on edge. I glanced at him and back at the opening door.
In a state of sheer terror, I grabbed him. “Ohhh. I began making seductive noises, hoping to drive them off, thinking they might leave us alone if they believed the room was occupied fora different reason.
“What are you doing?” he hissed, his tone filled with confusion.
“Trust me, I replied in a hushed tone. “This is the only way.”
He, understanding my ploy, joined in.
“Oh! Please!!” I moaned again. I never had sex and didn’t know what I was doing at all. I only heard my step sister’s voice coming out of her room twice when she brought her boyfriend home. I glanced at the stranger and felt his gaze on my face. and I realized that I was embarrassing myself. But I didn’t care.
“You naughty boy! Pleasell I need you!!” I weirdly moaned again, grabbing his neck unconsciously. “Ah!! Oh!!” I moaned.
Oh goddess!! This is so embarrassing!! I never thought I would do this!
skin was on fire. I kept I could feel his gaze on my face, even in the darkness. The intensity it held made me feel hot, like pretending, faking, and moaning out of sheer desperation. The air in the room dropped; our bodies were too close. I turned to the door, glancing at it. His intoxicating smell was filling my senses, making it difficult to breathe.
I didn’t understand what was happening to me. I felt so hot and bothered, pressing against the tall stranger, breathing in his scent, and feeling the warmth of his hard muscles. I could feel wetness gathering in between my legs. I felt him breathing in, fisting his hands, and trying to control himself all the while, making no sound while I continued to fake moan. Suddenly, his hand came up to me, holding my neck in a firm grip. His fingers wrapped around my neck, pulling my face close to his
His hot breath hit my face. I don’t know what is happening anymore. His touch sent a thousand sparks all over my body, and I couldn’t control the moan escaping my lips. A real moan, which even surprised me, sounded completely different from the ones I kept making till now.
I felt my body melt under his touch as I stared at his face in the darkness, although I couldn’t see him. He turned us slammed my back against the wall, and pressed his hard body against mine. I parted my lips, looking up at him, wetness dripping down my thighs.
He slammed his lips against mine. His hot mouth, sucking on my lower lip, kisses me like a hungry predator who has starved for centuries. His hand traced every part of my body as if he were familiarizing himself with it. He ripped open my top and gripped my breasts harshly, making me gasp. He quickly thrust his tongue into my mouth and devoured every inch.
Suddenly realizing what was happening, I pressed my hands on his chest and tried to push him away, but I was no match for him. He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. He grabbed my thigh, pulling it up while he positioned himself against my throbbing pussy. I was struggling against hing tears filling my eyes as my screams were getting swallowed by his hungry kiss.
Pushing my skirt up, his hand moved to my inner thigh and found my underwear. In one swift motion, he tore it off, and his
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fingers held my clit, pinching it hard and rough. I yelled at his inital actions. He kept moving his fingers in a circular motion at my entrance, making my eyes roll back automatically
Suddenly, he thrust his fingers into me, moving back and forth gasped as pain rushed through me, tears rolling down my
I was a mess in his arms. He unzipped his pants, and I sucked in a breath as I felt the tip of his dick at my entrance.
He slammed his hardness into me. I shut my eyes and screamed in pain. He pulled his hardness back and inserted himself a bit slower this time, as if realizing that it was my first time. He kept thrusting in and out, each time rougher, harder, and deeper into me. His hot mouth kept swallowing all my moans.
He took me in every single position, pressing my front against the wall and fucking me from the back. Bending me over the desk in the middle of the hall and fucking me from behind, laying me on the top of it and fucking me, pulling legs over to his hard and huge shoulders. He took me all over the room, in every single position, like a man possessed.
By the time he was done, I was lying on the desk like a rag doll. He pulled his dick out of me and moved back. I could feel his intense gaze running over my body in the darkness. I glanced at him through my haze and saw him turning back and of light walking out of the room, leaving me behind. When he opened the door, prepared to leave the room, a single ray filtered through the cracks in the curtains, illuminating his back
My breath caught in my throat as I saw the marks–scratches left by my nails on his tattooed back. The criss crossed his skin. vivid and ra