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“My daughter’s sensibilities are none of your business. As far as you’re concerned, she doesn’t exist.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” His eyes lifted to mine, deflating all the air from my lungs like a leaky balloon.
I’d sat outside the governor’s place in my car and debated intentionally skipping dinner to stalk Rowan Alexander.
“I dance, then you listen. Agreed?” He stared at me for ten solid seconds before his chin dipped.
Knowing everyone in the club could see her dance sent me closer than I’d been in years to losing my shit. What she did on that stage wasn’t meant for anyone but me.
Then his lips were on mine, his hands gripping me tightly to him. I met his kiss with an intensity that rivaled his own. We were two magnets unable to resist one another. The sensual press of his lips, the tug of his fingers in my hair, the delicious taste of his tongue against mine—the simple act erased my identity until I was no longer Rowan.
I didn’t like her involvement with the Wellington family, but I hated how she scoffed at the idea of staying away from her boyfriend.
“Rowan wants you to know it’s over between you. My relationship with her is irrelevant.” “What?” Rowan’s voice rose yet another octave. I clicked off speakerphone. “We’ll talk later,” I told her, then ended the call. Her seething anger across the line was so tangible, I’d have sworn the damn phone was on fire. She’d get over it.
“You’re not going over there again,” I informed her. “In fact, while you’ve got your phone out, text the kid and tell him it’s over. He needs to hear it from you.”
“I’m not breaking it off with him.” I locked eyes with her and dropped every barrier so she’d hear the truth in what I was about to say. “If I see him near you again, I’ll kill him.”
Keir stared at me with an intensity that stole my breath. It was no wonder he wasn’t overly talkative. His eyes spoke a thousand words in a single look, and right now, they were telling me if I didn’t stop staring at him, I would end up bent over his couch and fucked within an inch of my life.
“I’m going to fuck you against this wall,” I informed her, sounding half savage even to my own ears. “I do something you don’t like, I expect you to fucking tell me.”
“I’m not hungry.” “Never asked if you were. Now, come on.” He walked away, giving me the chance to roll my eyes without him seeing. “Do that again, and I’ll spank that ass.” “Do what?” I asked innocently. He sent a warning glare over his shoulder.
I’d reached out to Evan Alexander the night before to request a meeting. He flat-out refused until I told him Rowan was in danger. I left out the part about her staying at my place so that I didn’t end up with half the police force banging down my door.
“That piece of shit doesn’t deserve your kindness. And besides, my cock’s been inside you. That means he no longer exists.”
What the hell happened? Was I drugged?” The muscles in his jaw flexed with strain. “You were, and more importantly, we got married.”
Fuck if she wasn’t the hottest, most mesmerizing mess I’d ever seen. And now she was mine, whether she wanted to be or not.
“You’re right. That’s pretty fucked up.” I whipped my head around to gape at him, shocked he’d be so harsh, only to find him grinning the most delectable, playful smile I’d ever seen. “Oh, that was just mean,” I said in a mock pout, tossing one of my shirts at him. “Damn, my wife does like to throw things.”
“My bed is your bed. I wake alone, and I will not be happy. Understood?” Holy hell, why did I feel like saying yes, sir? It was there on the tip of my tongue, but I kept it at bay, nodding instead. He made a masculine rumble deep in his chest, then swatted my ass. “Good, now keep moving.” Suddenly, I wasn’t so tired.
“It’s going to make divorce awfully complicated.” “Good thing I have no plans of ever divorcing.” My words hung like steam in the air.
“Show me this body is mine.” A scream tore past my lips. My body ignited, every cell filling with radiant light. “That’s my girl. My wife. You’re mine, Rowan Byrne. All. Fucking. Mine.”
When I finally caved and returned to the Alexander home, a haggard Evan answered the door. I hoped he and Rowan hadn’t fought. I suspected me beating the shit out of him would stunt the progress I’d begun to make with my new bride.
“Keir!” she gasped. “We’re in a cemetery.” Undermining her objection, she tilted her hips to give me better access. Two fingers found their way deep inside her. “They’re dead. They’ll be grateful for any action at all.”
Suddenly, her steps faltered. “Keir, I’m not sure I should be driving.” “I’m positive you shouldn’t be driving.”
Stetson: I’m at Dad’s. Could you stop by here? Keir would murder me himself if I stepped foot from this house again. No matter how much guilt I carried, I wouldn’t even entertain the option.
“What’s goin’ on, Stormy?” I asked. If she had a guy at home who had done this, he was about to get seriously fucked up.
