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The music blasts from the speakers and I sway my hips, hands in the air, shaking my head.
A hand sneaks around my waist. I stiffen and tilt my head.
“You shouldn’t touch me,” I say to the blond guy, wearing a cocky grin.
“Why not?”
My eyes find Kieran’s. Those eyes keep my heart hostage. Selfish man. The fire in his eyes could turn glaciers into a volcano.
“Because of me.” He pushes the stranger off me. The poor guy barely catches his footing. His face turns from anger to raising his hands in a non-threatening way at my husband’s murderous expression.
“I am sorry, I didn’t know.” With that, he scurries away, leaving me with my brooding, fuming, and oh-so-sexy man.
“You found me,” I whisper and glide my finger down his buttons.
“Aurora.”
“Oh, it’s serious when you say my name.”
With a shake of his head, he turns me in one swift move, making me breathless, and starts dancing with me, his hands on mine, inflaming my skin.
“I am angry at you.”
“Why? You wanted to dance. We’re dancing.”
His finger brushes my cheek, and I lean into his palm. Then why isn’t he willing to give me what I want most, his trust?
***
The thumping in my head has me opening one eye. The light streaming from the window is like needles in my eyes. I scoot up and recline against the headboard.
Kieran is sitting in the armchair, legs spread, elbows on his knees, and hands steepled in a triangle. He points to the nightstand, and I see two tablets and a glass of water.
“They’re going to help you with the headache.”
“My head is killing me.”
“You rammed two shots down your throat after you already had too much champagne.”
“Oh.”
“Yes, oh.”
He sighs and leans back, dark circles under his eyes.
“What am I going to do with you?”
After I swallow the pills with water, I go to him. I move my hips in what I hope is a sultry, lazy walk. The time for letting him give me what I want is over. I’m changing my tactics and I am getting what I want.
He cocks his head, his intense eyes licking at my skin. I straddle him and play with his hair, tugging it a bit to the side. His eyes burn into mine. But I can take the heat. I am the phoenix, he’s the ash.
“Who am I, Kieran?”
He cocks his head. “That’s a loaded question, sweetheart.”
His fingers dig into my waist and I feel his hard-on pressing between my legs.
“This is a marriage. Not a company. You don’t rule over me. You don’t rule over our marriage.”
