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

by Lylah James

“I quite approve of you being a mess, Miss Romano,”

“Especially since I’m responsible for it.”

“I used to hate strawberries, but now I find myself eating them more often because they remind me of you.”

“Will you marry me?”

“Spend the rest of your life with me? I don’t want something fake. I want a real marriage. Love and obsession. Laughter and tears. I want all the ugly and the beautiful that comes with a marriage. Can you give me that, Grace?”

I nodded my head, voicelessly. Killian’s eyes flared with adoration. His lips touched mine. And my heart wit...

“It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.”

I hope you like this shade of pink. I was able to find a farm where they planted unique flowers. So, I handpicked all five hundred of these ranunculi myself. The mad things we do when we’re in love… You’ve enchanted me, Princess.

I opened the gift to find a single red hair ribbon. Silky and simple. With KS stitched in gold, at the end of the ribbon – tiny and almost unnoticeable.

You always wear hair ribbons instead of hair-ties, so I guess you’re fond of them. Red is for my favorite color. And KS is because you’re mine.

“I wanted to wear a red dress, but then I thought it would be too bold.”

“You made the right choice, because if you had worn a red dress – I would have defiled you right there behind a pillar.”

“Maybe anothe...

I bre...

“Ind...

Killian r...

“Patience is a virtue, but mine has been stretched thin. I throb...

He pulled me closer, so that our bodies were touching – so close, I could feel his breath fanning against my cheeks and his… Oh. Is that – His erection pressed into my stomach and I stumbled, my heels catching the back of my dress. That was what Killian meant when he said he throbbed for me. His arm tightened around...

“You won’t be calling me a gentleman when I’m between your thighs and taking what belongs to me, Miss Romano,”

“I thought you were supposed to protect my virtue, Killian Spencer.”

“Your virtue will stay very much intact till our wedding night, but there’s a lot of things I can still do to you, Princess.”

“Kill...

“I can make you fe...

“You’re being inappr...

“My father is righ...

“If I slide my hand under your dress right now, will I find yo...

“Do you touch yourself at night?”

“What?”

“Answer the question, ...

“Yes. S-sometimes.”

“Hmm. How do you think it’ll feel if instead of your fingers, I touch you there?”

“Uh, now?”

“Now.”

Once he realized that we were no longer the center of attention, he grasped my hand and practically dragged me away. We quickly sneaked out of the banquet hall and into a lonely corridor. Killian pulled me behind a pillar, so we were completely out of sight and our figures were hidden in the shadows. I gasped, my chest heaving. The air crackled with thick tension between us and I licked my dry lips.

You’re mine, Grace. Mine to cherish. And mine to protect.”

He pressed into me, caging me between the wall and his solid body.

“If I were to slide my hand under your dress right now, would you let me? Would you let me feel just how warm and wet y...

My throat suddenly felt parched. His hand brushed against my thigh, over the dress, before he slid his palm...

“Tell me, Pri...

My head bobbed with a ...

“...

“Yes, ...

he questioned; his voice deceptively calm. Flustered, I released a shuddering...

“Yes… tou...

His lips whispered along my jaw and I threw my head back with a soft whimper. My fingers curled around the back of his neck, holding him against me. He kissed and nibbled down the column of my throat and along the length of my collarbone. Maybe it was the idea of something forbidden… Something dirty, for Killian to be touching me like this, behind a pillar. Maybe it was the idea of possibly getting caught or someone finding us, in such a compromised position… Even though it made me anxious, it also turned me on. His hand trailed along my thigh, before circling around my knee. A shaky breath rattled from my chest when he lifted my leg up, forcing me to hook my thigh around his hips. In this position, it left me vulnerable and open to his slow teasing and torturous caresses. I can’t breathe… I wanted Killian – no – I needed him, but it felt like I was about to combust in his embrace. My body felt overly sensitive to his touches. How could I be so aroused by just Killian’s voice and such simple caresses? He hadn’t even truly touch me yet. Was it even possible to want someone this much? With such intense need? He pulled his head back and...

“Princess, you’re soaked and I’ve barely eve...

Sweet hell. What was he doing to me? How could he have such control over my body? I burned with need for Killian. He pressed into me, his erection digging into my hips and my lips parted, with a barely audible gasp. Slowly, almost like he wanted to tease me, Killian tugged my panties aside. His knuckles brushed against my wet folds and I flinched before a slight moan spilled from my lips. His finger teased my opening and my core clenched. I could feel just how sticky my wetness was as Killian masterfully played me under my dress. His caress was deliberately slow as he traced my wet folds, parting my lower lips and seeking my clit. His eyes never wavered from mine as he took my hardened ...

“...

I gasped, before biting down on my lips – hard. It hurt. But… Oh God. It hurt so good. The pain mixed with forbidden pleasure and I whimpered. His thumb circled my clit, as if to soothe the sting away, and I liked it. Liked the way his touch felt on my sensitive flesh. Liked how he knew where to touch me, in the way that made me mad with desire. My nipples puckered tightly through my dress and they ached, while my whole body throbbed. Killian slowly pushed a single digit inside my tight core, my inner walls clenching around it. He didn’t shove all of his finger inside me. Only halfway past his first knuckle. Almost like he just wanted to know how it...

“K- Kil...