Chapter 110 - Just Married!

Three hours later. 

Emma was lying on a hotel bed staring unblinkingly at the shiny ring which had now taken a spot on the ring finger of her left hand. Never had she ever imagined even in her most daring dreams that she would run away from her wedding only to get married to a man she just stumbled across once. 

To this day, the most daring act she had ever done was lying to her mom that she had a stomach ache and so she shouldn't send her to school. And this too was decades ago. Not, recently. 

The door to the washroom opened and entered unarguably the most gorgeous specimen she had ever laid her eyes on. 

One would say she was exaggerating when she said that this man, who now also happened to be her husband, was the most gorgeous human specimen she had ever encountered. However, she would swear on her life that it wasn't the case. His eyes which were the color of molten chocolates was capable of drowning anything or anyone in them. His nose that stood high and proud as his posture was telling tales of his brave and proud temperament. High cheekbones and chiseled jaw that could make any celebrity envious appeared feral on him. Lips that spout poisonous honey could tempt any nun to taste them for once as if promising them heaven. 

A towel was draped around his lower body but it didn't stop Emma from eyeing his muscular body. Although he was muscular everywhere, he still was not bulky. He was tall and his athletic body was impressive. At least to her and she didn't know about anyone else. Suddenly, the thought that any other woman would find his body impressive unsettled her. No, she hadn't fallen for him at the first glance. It was just the feeling that this man now legally belonged to her and none of them must cheat on each other for however long they would be with each other. 

"Like what you see?" Killian evilly grinned at her. He appeared nonchalant, kinda devilish, and all playful, which was completely different from his normal behavior. No, he didn't always look cold and unapproachable like Santiago. He was naturally apathetic and would talk very less compared to other dark horses.

Emma gulped when she noticed his devilish expressions. Why did she was feeling as if it was her who was the trapped sacrificial lamb here not the other way around? 

It was for the better that Emma didn't know the truth of their marriage. She has been feeling guilty as she was thinking of how she spoiled his happy life by trapping him in this marriage. However, if she were to know that it was Killian who gave her no choice of return, she would probably be left with nothing but to cry. 

"You -you...what are you doing here?" Emma questioned as he sat on the edge of the bed. She didn't even realize when he approached the bed. The man's footsteps were even lighter than a feather. He looked completely like a white-collar employee and after asking him, she got to know that he indeed was one white-collared employee. However, sometimes his aura gave her mixed signal which was probably due to her overthinking she believed. No one better than her knew what bad boys or mafiosos looked and felt like. And her husband was surely not one of them. 

"What am I going in our bed, wife?" The word wife rolled off his tongue like velvet. He would let her think for now that she was the boss in their marriage. But soon she would know how were the real boss and the exact truth of their sudden marriage. 

Three hours ago, when this gorgeously crazy and brave woman proposed marriage to him, he had refused straight away. What idiot would be willing to marry a woman that his car was about to hit? Although his aching dick was pleading him to say yes his ever-sharp mind chided his dick and refused to wed this chick. 

However, another hour later, when he got complete information on her from his men, he didn't take a second before saying yes. 

Emmaline Costas. Oops, Emmaline Palmero now. Runaway bride of Salvatore Marino and now legal wife of Killian Palmero was lying on his bed in nothing but a silky night robe. 

Did he care if Marinos would come after him? 

No fucking way. 

In fact, he wanted them to come for him. 

This woman wasn't Emmeline Costas anymore. She was Emmeline Palemrk now. She had his ring on her finger and soon or probably a little later, his kids in her belly. Soon, she would learn what it meant to marry a man like Killian Palmero. He just hoped that she wouldn't regret her decision because not even she could stop him from unloading a bullet in her father's and ex-fiance's head. 

"We never said anything about sleeping together," Emma stuttered. 

Killian looked up when her voice brought him out from his thoughts. 

"Of course, we never said,'' Killian said as he shamelessly laid beside her. This shamelessness was foreign to him. Santiago was right, he shouldn't spend much time with Nash. His vices were contagious as Callum had once said. 

Killian shut his eyes as his mind wandered to that foreign land once again. No, he wouldn't think about them ever again. And suddenly, the incidents of weeks ago came running, reminding him of the painful past and making him tremble with ache. The brotherhood 'darkhorses' no longer existed. He was now alone in this big world. 

Understanding what he was saying, Emma locked her mouth. Turning her gaze at him, she said, "Killian, although I was brave enough to ask you to marry me, I still can't just sleep with you. I need time…"

Emma married him not because it was love at first sight for her or something even close to that. It was just her way of protecting herself. She knew as long as she was married to another man, Salvatore or someone else wouldn't touch her. 

But if she was not married, she was certain that she would get dragged by her father and be forced to marry the man she left on the aisle. Just like Ginevra, she was safe now. Ginevra, Nico's sister, had married another man to save herself from the marriage that her parents were about to arrange for her. However, she beat her father at his own game by bringing another man home and marrying him against his wishes. 

In the same way, Killian was Emma's shield for now. As long as he cooperated, she would do everything in her power to become a good wife to him except sleeping with him. She just couldn't bring herself to sleep with him. Intimacy with this man, who was her lawfully wedded husband was still a big no-no for her. 

When Emma noticed that the expressions on his face were disoriented, she asked him in a soft voice while wiping the creases on his forehead, "Are you alright, Killian?"

Killian glanced at her in a puzzling gaze. What an irony the daughter of the man who had fucked his father was wiping the creases on his forehead and asking if he was alright?! If it wasn't fate, then what the bloody hell was it? 

Richard Costas was the main reason why he lost everything in the first place but he was not an asshole who would blame the enemy's daughter , saying it was Emma's fault when his own father wasn't a Saint to begin with. However, he does blame everyone including Emma for being the reason why his sister had to stay a lot away from him. Hell, he didn't even know until recently that his Alicia was alive. 

"I'm fine, Emma," replied Killian. "It's just that the events of today have taken a toll on me." 

"I'm sorry for troubling you," Emma said in a small voice, hoping he didn't hear her but who was he if he didn't know what was going inside her? He was Killian, the ever observer. 

"Well, we were we?" Killian asked her. He behaved as if the sad man from before was the mirage that Emma had seen. 

"Umm...I am not ready to sleep with you," Emma said. 

"I'm sleeping right beside you," Killian said adamantly. "Don't worry I won't do anything other than lying here." 

Emma heaved out a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

Initially, she thought he wouldn't listen to her opinion and would...

"And Emma, I never force any woman to fuck me."As if he could hear what her tiny brain was thinking, he said out loud. 

His words were dirty for someone like Emma who had never heard words like these in her whole life that she had spent inside her house, but at this moment even she couldn't help the shudder that she felt when she heard him talking dirty to her. 

The good girl inside of her craved the dirty man hiding beneath the layer of this sophisticated man.