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Until yesterday.
What had Killian said about rules?
I couldn’t keep playing with him, not if I wanted my sanity left intact. That left me with one option. I wished I could give James what hewanted, what Ithoughthe wanted, but as close as we were, I still refused to let down my guard and offer myself up in sacrificial form.
Because that’s what it felt like, giving up. Lying open and letting someone take every advantage and ruin my trust time and again.
Killian hadbeen … different, and that freaked me out all over again.
“Lux,” Rafe called. I blinked athim, owl fashion, and earned an elbow in the thigh for my efforts. “Back here, honey.”
“Stop doing that.” I slapped his hand hard enoughto sting.
Rafe’s gaze darkened, his predator emerging. Shoulders straightened, he leaned forward, but nothing about him screamedintimidatingto me. “Girl, you’re the limit, I swear.”
“Was that meant to be scary?” I asked in a perky voice.
“Gods above.”He swept a hand through his hair, ruffling the perfect dark curls. “Between you and Willow I swear I got cursed in a previous life.”
“Glad to know you earned us. Anything else, your grace?” I batted my lashes at him.
The jewels I pasted at the ends reflected the strobe light that hit the stage, highlighting a pair of female Dommes working over their prey for the night. The man’s back reddened with uneven stripes from their turn-on-turn strokes with paddle and whip.
I wrinkled my nose.
“Not your taste?” Rafe asked in a light voice.
“My OCD can’t deal. Those wonky lines shit me at a deep level.”
“Noted.” A new voice joinedthe conversation.
Without turning to face him, I knew who stood behind me. Killian’s heat brushed my back in a wave that sent a flush tomy cheeks, burning them light globe status.
“Of course you do, sadist.” I rose in a smooth twisting movement and stepped forward, right into his space.
Dark eyes glittered at me.
Why had I started poking the bear again? Clearly my death wish had resurfaced.
Dressed in his habitual three-piece, Killian’s black and dark blue brocade vest enhanced his broad shoulders and barrel chest, the line tapering to his toned torso I knew was packed with more muscles than I could count.
For the first time, standingbefore him stole my breath.
Maybe it was the memory we shared of me coming over his lap, grinding on his cock untilhis infamous control reduced to us humping fully clothed in his car.
The memory of his painful touch edging me to the point of collapse obliterated the club, the ghost of the moans he’d torn from my lips echoing between us.
He didn’t step back, and neither did I.
Most people don’t like someone in their private little bubble. I step in, they step back. I step back.Voila, more space.
Not Killian.
Why didn’t it surprise me that he played a different game?
A harder one.
His fingers crooked beneath my chin, tilting my head back far enough to touch on being uncomfortable. I swallowed, my airway closing a little beneath the angle and the metalcollar that proclaimed no one owned me but myself. For a single, crazy instant, I wanted Killian’s collar wrapped around my throat, proclaiming me as his.
