Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Silence Of His Vows: Kabanata 241 - Kabanata 250

The mountain air was turning bitter.I sat at the wooden island counter in the kitchen, pushing a small piece of scrambled egg around my porcelain plate with a silver fork. The thick, gray morning fog pressed heavily against the cabin windows, entirely blocking out the sun.Killian walked into the kitchen. He wore dark tactical pants, heavy black combat boots, and a thick black leather jacket over a dark sweater. The leather stretched tightly across his massive shoulders. He looked incredibly dangerous, blending the sharp, violent edge of the Russian Pakhan with the rugged isolation of the forest.He set a large, scoped hunting rifle down on the wooden dining table. The heavy metal clunked loudly against the wood."Eat," Killian instructed quietly, pouring himself a mug of black coffee. "Put on your thickest boots and your heavy coat. We are going on a hunt."I looked up from my plate. My fork paused halfway to my mouth.A hunt. My green hazel eyes widened. I had never been in a fores

I walked into the kitchen and wandered toward the pantry. Tucked in the back corner, shadowed by the wooden shelves, I spotted a heavy, arched oak door I had not noticed before. I turned the iron handle and pulled it open.A rush of cool, earthy air hit my face. A set of stone stairs led downward.I slowly descended the steps. The space opened up into a massive, temperature-controlled wine cellar. Hundreds of dusty glass bottles lined the floor-to-ceiling wooden racks. I walked down the narrow aisle, running my fingertips over the old paper labels. I read the elegant, curling scripts—names of exclusive French and Italian vineyards I could barely pronounce.I reached out and grabbed a dark green bottle covered in thick dust. I picked up a heavy metal corkscrew resting on a nearby tasting barrel. I tucked the bottle under my arm and hurried back upstairs, bypassing the locked study .I went straight into the master bedroom.I stripped off my freezing, damp clothes and stepped into the ma

Killian carried her across the bedroom. He walked over to the plush leather sofa sitting near the balcony doors. He sat down heavily onto the dark leather cushions, keeping her straddling his lap. Her bare knees rested on the sofa on either side of his hips.He leaned his back against the cushions. He reached up, his rough fingers gently pushing the damp, tangled hair away from her flushed face."Who told you to drink," Killian asked softly, studying the unfocused haze in her beautiful eyes.Luna rested her hands flat against the center of his chest. She pushed her bottom lip out, forming a genuine, bratty pout. It was the absolute first time in his life he had ever seen her act like this."You did," Luna mumbled, her head swaying slightly.Killian raised a dark eyebrow. "I told you to drink.""You left me," Luna complained, her voice dropping into a soft, pathetic whine. Her fingers clumsily gripped the fabric of his sweater. "You were mean in the woods. You locked the door. You are

"I want you."The raw, unfiltered honesty of her drunken whisper shattered the very last remnant of Killian’s restraint.He crashed his mouth down onto hers. He did not hold back. He kissed her with a dark, starving violence, his tongue sweeping deep into her throat to taste the heavy, sweet red wine. He sucked hard on her bottom lip, almost eating her mouth, demanding absolute surrender. Luna met his hunger, her small hands tangling desperately in his dark hair.Killian dragged his hot mouth away from her bruised lips. He buried his face into the side of her neck, his rough stubble scraping against her soft skin. He kissed her jawline. He pressed open-mouthed, wet kisses directly behind her ear.Luna let out a high, breathy moan. Her back arched off the gray blankets, pressing her body up against his chest.Killian paused. He lifted his head, hovering directly over her in the dim light of the bedroom.He looked down at her face. Her dark hair was splayed wildly across the gray pillow

Luna could not answer him. She could only moan, overwhelmed by the thick, stretching fullness of his cock inside her core. "Killian… Killian… ahh!" Killian suddenly gripped her waist tightly. Without breaking their connection, he rolled over. He dragged her with him, his heavily scarred back hitting the mattress with a heavy thud. Luna gasped, startled by the sudden shift. She was now straddling his massive hips. The new angle drove his cock impossibly deeper inside her pussy. "Ride me," Killian commanded, his large hands gripping her pale hips. "Ride your husband’s cock like a good little wife." Luna hesitated for a fraction of a second. Her drunken, exhausted mind struggled to process the movement. But Killian did not wait. He pushed his hands up against her hips, guiding her body upward, and then pulled her entirely back down on his thick length. She caught the rhythm. She rode him clumsily at first, her knees digging into the mattress beside his ribs. But the deep fri