An Illicit Obsession (Mila and Killian) novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Mil’s POV

I pushed my phone to the far comer of the dresser. Killian shut the door and leaned against the wall beside it.

“Did I interrupt something?”

“What are you doing here?”

h’s my place.”

“It’s my room for now,

“Given by me”

So what? Would you like me to leave, then?” I raised an eyebrow.”

-On the

contrary. He cocked his head to one side, his dark eyes locking with mine.

My gaze dropped from his eyes to his lips, then to his hands. They were large, with long, lean fingers. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing the defined muscles of his forearms.

“Then I suggest you leave.” I said, swallowing hard as I forced myself to look away.

Do you really want me to?” he asked, crossing his ankles and slipping his hands into his pockets.

1 met his dark gaze, my lips parting involuntarily. He straightened, no teasing smile or playtul glint in his eyes–just raw intent.

Killian’s intentions were clear, but logic screamed at me not to give in. I couldn’t. Nag now. Not when I’d be gone tomorrow.

“Well, then I’ll leave, I said, brushing past him toward the door.

In one stride, he closed the space between us, stealing the air from my lungs. My hands fell to my sides as I looked up at him, breathless.

“Are you scared, love? His voice was low, his hand brushing lightly against my hair and shifting it to my shoulder without touching me fully.

Every nerve in my body tightened in anticipation of his touch, even as I tried to resist. The warmth of his hand was maddeningly close.

I shook my head in response,

Hr circled behind his fingers grazing my bare shoulder as he straightened my hair. I hit my lip, trying to turn but only catching glimpses of him from the corner of my eye

“I’m used to it, he murmured, hus tips brushing the shell of my ear. Heat spread through me, reaching places I didn’t know could burn.

“It’s easy to see the warneys in people’s eyes–the fear,” he continued, his breath against iky skin sending shivers down my spine.

I fought with every shred of control not to lean into him. If he came any closer, if he kissed me, I would lose it

“They sense the danger,” he said, his voice a low rumble.

my heartbeat gui any faster, my rila miglu break.

“But you you’re never cared.”

I felt the danger. It didn’t pisli me away—it pulled me closer

“Maybe you’re not that scary!

“Hm” That deep, resonant sound sent another shiver through me “Am I nur”

Before I could respond, he grabbed my shoulder and pulled ine fushi agatest his chest. I gasped, melting into his touch as his hands slid from my shoulder

der to my forearm, finally clasping my hands against my stondchi

His pose trailed from my chin to may neck, and 1 arched instinctively, silently granting him access. My head fell back onto his shoulder as the last rements of my control dissolved.

This man is going to kill me.

“You’re driving ine

gine crazy,” he whispered.

10:00 AM

Chapter 8

“Milal” Franny’s voice shattered the moment.

I quickly freed myself from his hold, rushing to the door before she could see him. My eyes widened in horror as I felt the strings of my bikini top come loose. My hands flew to my chest, holding the fabric in place.

“It would be ill–advised to move, love,” Killian said, amusement lacing his voice.

I glanced over my shoulder to see my strings caught on his shirt button. Why did my luck always betray me?

“Shh. Don’t make a noise.” he said, stepping closer as the door handle began to turn.

1 froze, unable to breathe. The ground seemed to vanish beneath me as Killian scooped me up and carried me to the bathroom, shunting the door. behind us.

⠀⠀⠀ “Mila“” Franny called again.

“For God’s sake, answer her,” Killian muttered, rolling his eyes.

I’m in the bathroom I called out, my voice shaky.

Yes! I’ll be there in a minute. You should go Mother will be looking for you!”

steps retreating and sighed in relief, burying my face in Killian’s neck. My heart pounded, but his scent was oddly comforting.

“You can try later, Jove. I won’t even flinch,” he whispered. “But for now, let me handle this. Don’t move.”

We stood before the mirror as he worked to untangle the strings. I caught sight of our reflection, his focused expression sending hear flooding under my skin.

His gaze dropped to my exposed back, and his expression turned cold and dark, Suddenly, the room’s temperature seemed to drop

I jumped, spinning around to face him, my hand instinctively flying to cover my back. My hair fell forward as if to shield the marks from view, bur fcouldn’t incet his eyes

Thank you. I muttered quickly, trying to redirect his attention. “But now you need to

My words cut off as his hard store pinned me in place.

He sipped closer, coding me against the basin. His hand reached out, and he gently

dy brushed my hair aside, revealing the wars again. His fingers tracril the raised lines with a deliberate skiwties that made my skin burn, the contrast between his touch and his expression nearly unbearable

Who?” he asked, his voice low and dangerosis.

-W–what?” Istammered, hating the vulnerability that crept into in

shake away the tight bump forming in my thusat. It wasn’t the first time my scars had been seen, but it was the first time sumcons asked about them. Anil I didn’t understand why he careil

or the sting in the back of my eyes. “It doesn’t matter

matters if it can bring tears to your eyes,” he countered, his tone softening just ringhi to make me tabier

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