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Well, no.
Saffron is walking out and Deacon is right behind her. I’ve seen that exact same look on my sister’s face so many times before that I immediately know something is wrong.
“Saffron is about to go nuclear,” I mutter out loud. “I don’t know what he did to set her off, but I’d be willing to bet she’s about five seconds from socking him in the jaw.”
Whatever happened, at least I’m off the hook for now. Ella turns and we both watch as my sister and Deacon bicker back and forth. We’re not the only ones watching, and I can tell Deacon is starting to get a little nervous about causing a scene.
I take Ella’s hand again and nod toward them. “I need to step in before this gets ugly.”
“Probably a good idea. Looks like it might already be getting out of hand.”
Saffron sees me first as I try to wave them over.
“No,” she mouths, shaking her head. She turns on her heel toward the door.
Deacon puts his hands up in a mock surrender. “How was I supposed to know you and your sister share the same short temper?”
I groan. “Jesus, I probably don’t even want to know what you did to piss her off.”
“Probably not,” he smirks. “Not here, anyway. But there’s a nice little bar right around the corner where I can tell you all about it.”
I look over to Ella. “Can I buy you a drink as a peace offering?”
“I think you owe me at least two drinks.” She raises a brow. “And at least one more apology.”
That’s a deal I’m happy to make. “Perfect. Let’s get the hell out of here.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
ELLA
When we get back to our penthouse suite, Keir is all over me the second the elevator doors close. He pushes me against the wall of the elevator, pulling my hands behind my back, kissing the back of my neck.
“Keir…” I admonish him.
“No one is watching,” he growls. “It’s just you and me now, sweetheart.”
He reaches around to slip his hand between my legs, rucking my dress up roughly until he touches the tiny silken triangle of my black lingerie.
“Keir!” I hiss.
“Shhh.” His fingers trace the seam of my pussy and circle my clit once. “Fight against me. Tell me you don’t want it. Go on, I dare you.”
“I…”
Keir kisses me then, hard and punishing, stealing the very breath from my lungs. My whole body stiffens against him at first. I pound a fist against his chest as he bends me back, his tongue sweeping my mouth, his fingers finding their way into my hair. My heart pounds.
As much as I am loathe to admit it, this is what I knew would happen. Worse, I wanted him to kiss me. To fuck me.
To make me cry his name as I came.
He pushes me back toward the bed, half carrying me, the onslaught of his kiss never giving up an inch.
With every passing second, I feel my resolve against Keir weakening. Every brush of his lips on mine, every stroke of his fingers up and down my body. There’s something different in him. I’ve felt him changing, slowly, a more vulnerable side emerging from the darkness.
But it requires anger to bring it out of him.
His tongue plunders my mouth and I find myself meeting it eagerly with my own. I can feel his desire to dominate, to possess me, and it doesn’t scare me like it used to. I welcome it.
