Keep Me (Sinful Manor, #1)

by Sara Cate

I might have let that six-foot-five rich Scottish jerk throw me around a little bit.

I wish I knew why my mind was constantly revisiting that day, but I have no idea. He burrowed himself into my subconscious.

“Killian is…eccentric. He’s turned our family’s estate into a house of debauchery and parties.” “Sounds fun,”

“I’d like you to marry my brother.”

“I know you were bold enough to walk into our house uninvited that day,”

“What did he say?” I ask. “About me.” She stops and turns toward me with a crooked grin. “He said you were the rudest, meanest, most infuriating woman he’d ever met.” “And that made you think I’d be a good fit for this?”

“No,” she replies with a shake of her head. “But he did.”

“Yes,” I say with confidence. “I’ll do it. I’ll…marry your brother.”

“Both you and Killian must remain faithful to each other for the duration of the twelve months in order for commitment to be considered maintained.”

“There are no physical requirements in this agreement.”

“Unless you want to,” Killian adds with a wink. “I won’t,” I quip.

“So, I’d rather marry a selfish, rude, ugly, entitled cow like you so I never have to worry about hurting your feelings or wanting to make you happy. We stay our separate ways and get through the next twelve months without having to see each other much. Do we have a deal?”

“Deal,”

“The truth is…” he mumbles quietly. “We don’t think Killian has left the house in nearly ten years.”

I put that ring there. He’s my husband. I have a matching one on my hand now.

“But you are a criminal.” I set my teacup down. “Besides, it’s exactly what my friends would expect from me.”

“Did you just admit that I’m your type?” “No,”

“Careful, darling. You wouldn’t want your wife to suspect you of catching feelings.”

“Fuck me,” Liam whispers. “Is that…?”

“That’s my wife,”

Liam gapes. “Holy shite.”

“That is one hell of a wife, Barclay. How the hell did you manage that?”

“Fuck if I know,”

“She’s hot as fuck. I bet she’s fire in bed. Tell me all the dirty details, please. I hear American girls are wild.”

Sure, Sylvie is infuriating and stubborn. I may hate her personality, but her beauty remains, and my cock doesn’t care much about personality.

I surrender to the kiss, letting the intensity sweep me out to sea. Her lips feel so good, and I’m so focused on the fact that she’s supposed to be somewhere with Liam, but she’s not. She’s here with me. Fuck, that’s not what I want. But I can’t seem to stop it.

I don’t understand these feelings for Sylvie. This hate-fueled desire. This need to own her, dominate her, force her to submit, make her mine.

I don’t want her. I don’t care about her. I just need her.

My cock is rock hard behind my slacks at the thought. It’s never felt so full of life before, a fire blazing in my groin at the idea of fucking my h...

Rage cracks inside me like dynamite. I’ve never felt such anger. Suddenly I can’t keep the slow pace. I’m practically running. Grabbing Liam by the collar, I yank him away from Sylvie. “What the fuck did you just say to my wife?”

“Whoa, man. I thought you said it was cool.” “She said no,” I snap.

“You were not just talking, Sylvie. He was trying to fuck you.” “I can handle myself!” she snaps.

“You were about to let another man fuck you in my home,”

“You are my wife, and I will put my hands on you as much as I want.”

I just know that wherever this woman is concerned, I’m often more confused than not.

“I see the way he looks at you. You two are more alike than you think. If he didn’t like you, he wouldn’t bother arguing with you. He’s not afraid to hurt your feelings because he knows you can take it. He sees your strength, Sylvie. And I truly believe he will miss you when you’re gone.”

Fucking my husband would be a terrible idea.

The Act of Submission.

Does this book belong to Killian? Is he really into this?

I’ve never met anyone like Killian in my life. He is tasteless and stubborn and so bold it’s exasperating. But he knows exactly what he wants, and he takes it without apology. He truly cares about himself and no one else. And if I didn’t hate him so much, I might actually like him.

“If you touch my husband again, I’ll kill you.”

“Why am I such a brat? Because I made you worry? That’s not my fault, Killian! It’s yours. I never told you to care about me.”

“You make me so angry,” he mutters.

I manage one desperate gasp before his mouth crashes against mine. The kiss isn’t anything like our last two kisses. Those were performances. This is real.

His kisses are brutal, much like his attitude toward me. He’s not afraid of breaking me. He knows I can take it.

“Why did I go down on you?”

“Yes.”

“Because I wanted to.”

“Well, we’re not doing this. Like I said, we’re not really married.” “Yes, we are,”

“Why can’t we have a physical relationship? We are married. We have a long cold winter ahead of us with nothing better to do.”