A Vow of Hate (A Vow of Hate, #1)

by Lylah James

I whimpered. The sudden stinging pain took me by surprise. I was ready for the next one as it landed on my right cheek. I gasped, my body arching. He rubbed his palm o...

“Atone for you sin...

he rasped. I nodded, voicelessly. Pain seared my skin and tears slid down my cheeks. Killian didn’t go slow and he wasn’t soft either. He punished me, brutally. The hairbrush hitting my ass over and over again, until it felt like my flesh was swollen and aflame. The agony somehow blended with pleasure. It was almost addictive. It was an exquisite ache, my veins burning with fire and lust. My wetness coated the inside of my thighs. This was real punishment. It hurt so bad. It hurt so good. I lost count how many times Killian peppered my ass with the hairbrush. But soon enough, I didn’t care. I just wanted to feel. And so, I did. I sobbed as the pain racked through my body, then followed by the sweet ache of pleasure. My climax slithered through my veins and I grew closer to the peak, dangling over the edge – waiting for his permission to fall. My vision grew dazed, my mind somehow drowsy and my eyes fluttered closed. This was everything I craved, everything I needed. Somewhere in the background, I heard something hit...

“My sweet masochist...

Killian growled in my ear. There was unmistakeable pride in his voice and I reveled in it. I had been chasing an unknown release for so long, not knowing that this was exactly what I needed. I found salvation here, on my hands and knees. In Killian’s arms. His hand wrapped around his belt and he pulled my head back, forcing my body into an arch. His grunt was the ...

“Juli...

My name rolled over his tongue, like a silent prayer. My lips parted with a silent scream and my climax rushed through me. I shuddered with how intense my orgasm was. My knees weakened and I slumped over. Killian had me pinned under his body as he pounded inside me like a savage beast. No longer composed or contained. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. His fingers dug almost painfully into my hips and I knew that would bruise tomorrow. My husband manipulated my body, forcing another orgasm from me. My breath caught and my eyes blurred as my second climax hit me. Fast and heavy. The sound of two bodies colliding together echoed through the walls of his room. His grunts; my moans. His groans, my whimpers. Killian came with a loud grunt, buried to the hilt, before he slumped over me. Chest heaving ...

“Watch your tone when you speak to my wife.”

“I took a bullet for my wife,”

“I’ve done everything to protect Julianna and to make sure she doesn’t get put in harm’s way.”

“Let me remind you again, Julianna is my wife,”

“You have to forgive yourself first and that’s when you will find true salvation.”

“Guilt is toxic, Julianna,”

“As long as you carry that burden, you will continue to relive the past over and over again. You’ll never be able to forgive yourself then. We’re humans and we’re severely flawed.

“Do you still hate me?”

“Just like pain is subjective… hate is all grey areas, no black-and-white certainties.”

“I hate you but I crave you. I hate you but I need you.”

“Hate is too simple a word to describe what we have, what I feel for you. It’s not hatred, Princess. It’s so much more. It’s chaos,”

My nipple brushed over his mouth.

“Suck me,”

I ord...

“My nipples. I want you to lick and bite me. Make it good. Make it hurt. Don’t ...

Killian was always the dominant one in bed and he was, of course, a generous lover but tonight, he has relinquished that tight control. And I was planning to take full advantage of that. His eyes darkened before he took my aching nipple between his lips. The warm suction of his mouth as he suckled me had my eyes almost rolling in the back of my head. His teeth grazed the tight bud before biting down, enough to hurt. But it was a sweet pain. I gasped, my hips bucking over his erection. His tongue laved the sting away before he turned his head to the side, giving my other nipple the same careful attention. All the while, I grinded on his la...

“What ...

he questioned roughly. Instead of responding, I brushed my lips over his. A tender kiss, waiting and testing to see if he’d fight for dominance. Killian’s body tensed but he otherwise remained passive, yielding to my control. Oh God. To dominate a man like Killian Spencer was an exquisite feeling. Addictive. My kiss turned more demanding, my tongue plunging into his mouth – tasting him. He kissed me back, with the same fevered passion. He was intoxicating and I was drunk on him, on the way he felt against my lips, the taste of him and his grunts of pleasure. When our lips separated, I was breathless, my chest heaving. Sweet hell. There was nothing more addicting than Killian’s dominance, but his surrender made me ache. I swallowed, before letting out a breathy gasp when the tip of his hardness slid over my sensitive clit. Killian kept his hands behind his head and he laid still, allowing me free rein over his body. But I noticed the dark glint in his eyes and the way his shoulders were tensed, almost like he was holding himself back from touching me. My eyes darted between our bodies and my mouth went dry at the sight of his thick erection nestled between us, swollen and hard ag...

“It’s cruel for you to tease me...

he hi...

“Who...

His chest rumbled with a ...

“Juli...

“Kill...

I breathed. With our eyes locked on each other, I slowly lowered myself onto his shaft. Killian grunted in response. I let out the softest whimper as his thickness stretched me. I paused when he reache...

“F...

he swore, his voice gravelly. His dark eyes were laced with pure, unadulterated lust. And I reveled in his gaze. I circled my h...

“You’re such a goddam...

I lifted myself over his hardness, watching my husband grind his jaw as he fought to remain contained. His breathing was ragged, almost painf...

“You feel so good in...

I confessed shakily. I quickly found a rhythm, bouncing up and down on his erection. My nails dug into his chest and his hips jerked up. Finally. Killian was losing his calm composure and I watched him come undone beneath me. I leane...

“You’re so big, I like how you stretch me. Almost painfully, but...

“Goddam...

he gr...

“Juli...

Finally, he snapped. Killian rose in a seated position, his hands circling my hips, digging hard into my flesh. I was certain his touch would leave bruises tomorrow morning. This new position pushed me farther down onto his cock, the tip of him hitting deep inside of me. My hands flew to his shoulders, nail digging into his flesh. Fire burned through my veins and my core tightened around him. The deep ache in the pit of my stomach grew fierce, spreading through my body. I burned. I ached, with such exquisite pain. With almost a frantic need, my pace quickened. I bounced up and down on his hard length, taking him inside the tight sheath of my sex, over and over again. Feeling him. Burning for him. Needing him so desperately like I needed my next breath. His hips bucked every time to meet mine. Our bodies collided toget...

“Kill...

I ga...

“Oh, oh...

My mind was fuzzy as my released washed over me, cocooning me like a thick blanket. My pace slowed as my body g...

“Don’t you dare fucki...

He lifted me up in his arms, before thrusting up hard. I cried out, my body spasming. Killian’s chest rumbled against mine. With a grunt, he flipped us over, losing the rest of his tight control. While I enjoyed his short surrender, I had been waiting for him to snap. And, he did. I gasped, my back arching off the bed when Killian pummeled inside me. His hand slid behind me, cupping my ass and raising my hips off the bed. He settled between my thighs, spreading them farther apart until I was wide open for him. To be taken. To be devoured. To be fucked. Killian pounded inside me, losing the last bit of his control. Thrust. I gasped. Thrust. He grunted. Thrust. I whimpered and he groaned. His face was hard, eyes gleaming with untamed lust, and his body shuddered as he filled me with his rel...

“Do you still h...