Lylah James

She turned back to me and lost her glare in the process.

“Shut the fuck up!” I roared, gripping her jaw before I slammed my mouth over hers, silencing her screams and swallowing down her cries.

The kiss was barely even a kiss.

One ruined moment.

Two simple breaths.

“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.

You are the most hypocritical man I’ve ever met in my life.”

“Lean into me,” Killian rasped in my ear. “I have you.”

“I can’t even scream at you or hurt you for all the pain you’ve caused – because it would go against all of what Grace would have wanted. So, I’m bound by my vows and Gracelynn’s love. I hate you, but I can’t hate you.”

“I want my marriage to be full of love and laughter, Grace. I don’t want something fake or a ruse to fool the public. I want something real.”

I finally tasted freedom.

And it was pure ecstasy.

“Because it doesn’t matter how hard I try, I can’t take you out of my heart. You’re so deep under my skin that you’ve burrowed yourself into a corner of my soul, Killian.”