An Illicit Obsession (Mila and Killian) novel Chapter 30

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“You sent people after me?” Killian asked, raising an eyebrow, curiosity laced in his tone.

“You think I’d send two nineteen–year–olds after you? There’s been a miscommunication,” I said, crossing my legs.

He set the gun down on the glass table and stood, making his way around it toward me. As he closed the distance, I uncrossed my legs and straightened my back, refusing to look away.

He stopped right in front of me, leaning down so close that his presence became suffocating. I had nowhere else to look but at him.

Killian had a way of pulling people into his gaze–not by force, but by sheer intensity.

His fingers brushed my chin, his thumb stroking it gently. The small motion sent a shockwave beneath my skin, heat spreading in its wake.

“M… Mila,” he murmured. “One would think it wouldn’t be so hard to figure out, and yet… your act was so flawless.”

He sounded like he was speaking to himself, but I caught the admiration in his voice.

I had imagined all sorts of reactions, but not this one.

“From the moment I first saw you, I knew there was something hidden beneath the surface,” Killian continued, his voice low. “But this?” His dark eyes searched mine. “This was not what I imagined.”

His hands settled on the arms of my chair, caging me in. His scent wrapped around me–clean, sharp, and intoxicating.

“What did you imagine?” I asked, my throat suddenly dry.

His lips tilted into a smirk. “I wanted to date you, romance you… and then figure it out.”

“Are you disappointed?”

He shook his head slowly. “Far from it.”

There was pride in his expression, something darkly satisfied that sent a shiver through me. His gaze flickered to my lips, then dragged back up to meet my eyes.

“How did you even start all this?” His voice was quieter now, more curious than accusing. “With so many eyes on you? And with your age–you’re only twenty–one.”

“Don’t bring age into this. Besides, it’s a long story.” It wasn’t a lie–explaining everything would take time. “Let’s talk about it later.”

His fingers drummed lightly against the chair as he considered me. “Hmm. Let’s.”

But his gaze fell to my lips again.

I shifted slightly, intending to stand, but he didn’t move. There was no space for me to go anywhere. My heart pounded, and I squeezed my thighs together under his searing stare.

I bit my lip.

The sparks I had been resisting–the ones I had ignored, fought, and denied–burned stronger now. There was no pretending.

He knew me.

I knew him.

Nothing was hidden anymore. And somehow, that made the pull between us unbearable.

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“I need to go,” I whispered.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice dark and smooth, “you should’ve known… if you came here, I wasn’t going to let you leave.”

My breath hitched.

His fingers curled beneath my chin, tilting my face up just before he kissed me.

It wasn’t soft.

It wasn’t gentle.

It was fire meeting fire, the tension between us igniting all at once.

I melted into him, my arms winding around his neck without hesitation.

Something inside me snapped.

Control was gone.

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Killian pulled me from the chair, and I reached for him, tugging at his blazer. He let it slide off his shoulders, his fingers already working on the zipper of my hoodie. As our lips parted for a second, I shrugged the hoodie off, my breathing uneven.

The heat between us was unbearable.

Shoes hit the floor.

Then his hands were in my hair, unbraiding it with slow, deliberate movements.

A flicker of thought crossed my mind **I can’t believe I didn’t think of this before.**

“Don’t you think we should-” I started, but he silenced me with another kiss.

His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging slightly, sending a sharp thrill through me.

Then, his left arm wrapped around my shoulders while the other slid beneath my knees.

I gasped, tightening my grip around his neck as he lifted me off the floor effortlessly.

That was when I noticed–this wasn’t just a small room. The space curved into an L–shape.

As he carried me around the corner, I caught sight of a twin bed.

He laid me down, but my attention remained fixed on the way his lips felt against mine.

Then, his mouth moved lower, trailing down my neck.

A soft moan escaped me as my nerves shivered in pleasure.

His hand slipped beneath my shirt, cupping my breast through my bra.

My breathing hitched.

He was kneeling over me now, one hand skimming down to the neckline of my T–shirt.

And before I could fully realize what he was about to do-

**Rip.**

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The sound of fabric tearing filled the air.

I gasped in shock. “Did you really have to do that?”

Killian didn’t answer. Instead, he helped me out of the ruined shirt, his gaze dark and unreadable.

I reached for his shirt, unbuttoning it hastily, only to be pushed back onto the bed again as he hovered over me, eyes gleaming with untamed desire.

His shirt hit the floor.

Then, for a moment, he stilled.

His gaze roamed from my face, down my body, drinking in every inch of exposed skin.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured.

I barely had time to react before he kissed me again–surprisingly soft, gentle.

The tenderness in it made my heart clench.

The fire it ignited made my toes curl.

Then, he pulled away, moving lower.

His lips and tongue left a burning path along my skin.

A needy sound slipped past my lips as my nipples hardened painfully against my bra.

I squirmed, heat pooling between my thighs.

He reached behind me, fingers brushing against the clasp of my bra-

I pressed a hand against his chest.

Killian stopped instantly, looking at me with a flicker of disbelief.

“We… never talked about…” I started, but then–**pinch.**

I sucked in a sharp breath as he toyed with my still–covered nipple.

“…Protection,” I finally managed to get out.

A slow, amused smile curved his lips.

+flushed beneath his gaze.

“It’s a little late for that,” he murmured.

“Yes, but…” I swallowed, licking my lips.

His fingers ghosted over my mouth, his touch featherlight. “You’re on birth control, and I’m clean. Are we done?”

I hesitated. “How do you know-?”

I stopped mid–sentence.

Realization dawned.

“You checked my medical records,” I accused.

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“And you ran a background check on me,” he said. He stood up for a moment, taking off his pants and boxers at once. My mind went blank just at the thought of feeling him on me again.

“Tell me, my sweet Mila…” His voice was deep with desire. My eyes were fixed on him as he leaned in and laid a kiss on my belly button. “Did you know! was…?” He kissed lower, a dangerous tone taking over, and my nerves throbbed between my thighs, under my knees, and in my heart, which was racing

a mile a minute.

“…unmarried before… His hand came to my jeans‘ button, slowly undoing it. “When we made love for the first time?”

His lips nipped just at the waistband of my jeans before he pulled them off me quickly. A silent gasp left me, and with one hand, he took off my panties. I tried to put some distance between us, my eyes locked on him as he knelt before me, his lips closing in, his hot breath fanning my skin.

“Tell me, did you know already…?” His hand came to my neck, slowly trailing down to my chest, filling me with a sense of danger and anticipation. “And used my mock marriage to push me away…” His hand brushed down my stomach, goosebumps rising all over me. His lips hovered a breath apart from mine, and my lips quivered in anticipation. His fingers slipped between my thighs, and I arched my back, wanting him to touch me. I raised my head to kiss him, but he pulled away, an amused smirk playing on his lips as he slowly brushed my inner thigh.

I was already slick.

“Killian,” I groaned, my head falling back in frustration.

“Tell me, did you use that as an excuse to push me away?” His other hand came to my hair, brushing through it, while his other hand touched the sensitive bundle of nerves between my thighs.

“Did you know?” he demanded.

I opened my mouth in a silent gasp, and he slowly slipped a finger inside me.

“Yes! Yes!” I gasped.

“Tut, tut… Love, you played me,” he murmured, his finger pushing deeper as he kissed me, biting my lips to gain access to my mouth. Our tongues engaged in a battle for dominance. I gripped his shoulders as his other hand traveled down, cupping my breast, kneading it without mercy. He didn’t give me space to breathe or moan as he undid my bra, giving me only a moment to pull it off before his mouth was back on mine, sucking the air from my lungs.

He added another finger inside me. I gripped his shoulders, touching him anywhere I could.

“You. Need. To. Be. Punished,” he said, punctuating each word with a thrust of his fingers, driving me insane. His lips moved down to my neck, biting.

“Killian!” I moaned.

“What should I do with you? You drive me crazy,” he growled, pulling the tender skin at the swell of my breast between his teeth. My fingernails dug into his back as my legs wrapped around his waist, squirming.

J gave in to the pleasure flooding every cell in my body as he took one of my nipples into his mouth. On the other side, his fingers moved inside me, stretching me, teasing me. The pleasure was nearly overwhelming, stealing my breath as he pulled harder at my nipple and pinched my clit. The intensity blinded me as my release crashed over me.

Killian pulled his fingers out as I came down from my high, his hands grabbing my hips, moving up my body. I grabbed his neck, pulling him into a kiss. With all my strength, I pushed him flat onto the bed, still kissing him, my hands roaming over his hard muscles, down to the sharp V that led to his

member.

I bit his lip. He groaned, his grip on me tightening.

His hand tangled in my hair as I moved down, kissing his neck, biting him hard. I wanted to leave a mark too.

“Fuck, Mila!”

I loved the way my name sounded on his lips.

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I trailed my fingers down his torso. He was already hard, and I felt him swell as I grabbed him.

“Mila,” he gritted out, a warning in his voice. His ragged breathing and the way his hands dug into my shoulders were utterly satisfying.

As I moved lower, my gaze landed on the cigarette marks on his torso. My heart squeezed in my chest. Gently, I kissed them. I had never felt this way– this tender, this soft. Something washed over me, something I didn’t understand.

But my lack of movement put me at a disadvantage. He flipped me over, his breathing heavy as he spread my legs and settled between them.

“I can’t hold back anymore,” he said, his eyes locking onto mine.

touched his face, pulling him in for a kiss, wrapping my legs around his waist. He thrust inside me without delay, and I gasped.