Falling for my greatest Nemesis, Killian Blackwood

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is bike. Killian's hands remained pinned against the stone wall on e

t shake this time. The terror had burned

o my green eyes. "You think Conner treated you like a person? He looked at you like you w

gainst his chest. The hard muscle underneath didn't bu

t blinking," he muttered. He leaned in closer. "T

e I hat

lled up against his pale skin. "Good. Because resentment has a funny way of mista

g against the stone wall. He walked over to a heavy wooden table in the center

vy wooden door. The loc

eather jacket, throwing it over the back of a chair. "The nearest road is five miles

om," I snapped, crossing my arms o

. He leaned his hips against the edge of the table, crossin

om is through there. There are clean clothes in the dresser

ck to my dorm. W

ian interrupted smoothly. He reached down, pulled my phone out, and set it fac

"Why do you need me here, Killian? You won the fight

back over his features, "Because if I let you go bac

ian is unhinged, Hazel. He doesn't play by rules, and he doesn't care about a thirt

unning from Killian. I was trapped in an ecosystem of predators,

breathless laugh. "The guy who spent years maki

en us in three long strides, stopping right in front of me. He didn't tra

l. I am the monster under your bed, remember? But you signed a contract with me. Your thirty days belon

fists. The sheer arrogance of his possessiveness made my blood

, his eyes dropping to my lips one las

bathroom, shutting the heavy door behind

he mirror and star

. I looked pale. I turned on the shower, letting the steam fill the room. When I stepped out, I found a

elled l

d my five-foot frame entirely, then I unlocke

ad changed into a pair of dark sweatpants, his chest bare, revealing the intricate

gaze traced the oversized hoodie, his eyes dark

turing to the oppos

I said, eyeing the small be

tanding up. "I'll take the sofa. But right now,

I hadn't realized my hands were

y edge of the leather cushion. Killian sat besid

n his thigh. His touch was surprisingly gentle, a jarring contrast to the violence he ha

hiss, trying to

You always do this. When you're scared, you dig your nails in until you bl

e side of his sharp fa

bandage to my palm, his thumb lingering over the center of my hand. "I watched you walk into that po

I whispered, the old bitter t

voice dropping into a register so qui

y at

ht over my racing pulse. "Because you let them see you hurt. You let them win.

sick,

aid kit away. He stood up, walking toward the bed in the corner. He

nst my knees. I walked over to the bed, slidin

ete darkness, save for the dying embers of the fire. I heard the rust

called out

t, H

really look for me a

for so long I though

e darkness. "And now that I've found you,

ared at the dark ceiling of the cottage, I

to like the fee