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“What if I can’t walk again?” He grinned cruelly. “Then, I’ll drag you down the aisle, on your fucking knees, if I have to.”
“Listen to me very carefully. You will marry me; you will pay for your sins and you will die at my hands.”
“I will break you, Julianna Romano.” You can’t break what’s already broken.
This marriage was his vengeance – the vows would not be of love, but of hatred. His retaliation. My atonement. One imperfect marriage.
“To hurt you, to break you… and to hate you for the rest of our days. I will never be your protector, never your defender; I vow to be the villain in your story.” “… And to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?” “In health and in sickness, through sorrow and pain, for all the days in my life, I will be your worst nightmare.”
“There’s a fine line between love and hate, Killian,” Julianna muttered, her voice soft and broken. “Not for us,” I said. “Not for us,” she agreed.
“Who the fuck tried to kill my wife and why?” I growled,
“I came into your life, bringing tragedy with me,” I whispered. “Love can kill while still keeping you alive to feel it. How deadly it is, how painful, how cruel.”
Because my truth was that… I fell in love with Killian Spencer when I was seventeen years old. But I only ended up killing his heart.
“They will drag your flaws from under your flesh and dig deep into your soul.” “Like you do?” she shot back. “You’re my wife,” I said blandly. “I can do whatever I want but I won’t give anyone else the opportunity to do the same.”
She killed me. Looking like an angel and my goddamn nightmare.
Furious at myself for feeling something at the sight of her naked and flushed body, needy and so goddamn… beautiful, like the temptress she was. It wasn’t fair that Julianna had such power over my thoughts, my heart and now my dick.
“Marry me, Gracelynn,” he rasped. “Are you… asking me or telling me?” I stuttered. He grinned. “I don’t want to ask because I fear you’ll say no and I’m the mad bastard who doesn’t want to give you that choice, but fuck it, I’ll do it the proper way. The proposal you deserve, Princess.”
“I plummeted into chaos because your love was everything beautiful and pure, but my love was everything deceitful and destructive. So, I didn’t just fall in love with you, Killian. I crawled, on my knees, bleeding for you. So, it was real. Every moment, every smile, every kiss… it was real and it hurt.”
“There’s a fine line between love and hate. And I just realized that I love you as much as I fucking hate you, Julianna.”
“You.” Thrust. “Drive. Thrust. “Me.” Thrust. “Absolutely.” Thrust. “Insane.”
Little did she know… I never fell out of love with her.
When I flinched again, Killian’s chest rumbled with a threatening growl. “Watch your tone when you speak to my wife.”
“You’ve dug yourself under my skin, into my bones. You fucking stabbed me in the chest, I’m bleeding for you, Princess. You kill me and I still fucking need you like I need my next breath. I need you as much as I want to destroy you. How is that possible?”
Goddamn it, I was whipped for my wife.
Julianna was pregnant with my baby. Jesus Christ. I was going to be a father. But where the fuck was my woman?
Our love story was messy and flawed – a twisted tale. But it was perfect in the most imperfect way.
