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That was my original intent, but I don’t think my dick would rise for the occasion even if I wanted to. As much as I wish she did, Angela just doesn’t do it for me. I call her over from the stage anyway to prove a point. I pull her onto my lap. The tension radiating off Aurora is palpable.
“How bad do you want my cock, Angela?”
“I’ve been waiting for you to fuck me since the limo. I knew the moment I saw you in VIP that I’d let you do any dirty thing imaginable to me. No strings … just one no-holds-barred night of anything goes! I’d do your houseguest too if that’s what you’re into.”
“No, thank you,” Aurora says, trying to turn away from us.
“This is my reality, A mhuirnín. Pussy comes a dime a dozen. I don’t need you to give me yours as a barter. Women would do anything to fuck me. So remember that the next time you think that what’s between your legs is so sacred.”
It takes me a second to realize I’m yelling, and she has started sobbing. Angela is oblivious and has started to undo my pants. She frees my cock, and Aurora snaps. She jumps to her feet.
“Fuck you! You’re such a fucking jerk. Bringing this bitch home to show me just how desperate bitches are for your cock. I’m not yours, and you’re not mine, so why the fuck do you think I would care about any of this? I fucking hate you!” she screams as the tears fall harder.
“That’s a lot of fucks in those bold statements,” I say, wondering where the hell I left my tequila. I must have left it in the limo. “I think it’s fascinating that you think you can talk to me in this manner and not get punished for it.”
I push Angela off my lap and stand to tower over Aurora. She furiously wipes the tears from her face with both hands.
“I don’t care. You’re going to have to fucking kill me tonight because I refuse to watch you fuck her or let her do anything to me. You can’t make me.”
I’m about to fucking snatch her up when a sobering thought dawns on me. I have to know for sure.
“You’re in love with me,” I accuse.
“Are you insane? Did you hear anything I just said? I don’t care about you or that tramp. Just leave me out of it.”
“Look, sweetheart. You’re not going to keep calling me names. I was invited here,” Angela argues, picking this moment to speak up. I silence her with a brief stare before turning back to Aurora.
I grab her by the waist as she attempts to back away from me, walking us both toward the wall.
“You don’t care about me, right? What did you say? Ah yes, you hate me!”
“That’s what I said. I’m sorry I didn’t let your men betray you. You would be dead, and I would be home,” she continues, spitting such vile words.
I push back from her like she burned me. Something akin to regret passes across her face, but it’s gone before I can be sure. I pull out my secondary phone and summon Oisín. When he arrives, I apologize.
“Sorry to disturb you yet again, Oisín. I’m afraid tonight has taken a different turn. Please escort Angela to Reno and ask that she be discreetly dropped to her home. Then I need you to meet me in the basement with Apollo.”
“Right away, sir.” He doesn’t hesitate or ask questions.
Aurora’s ears perk up at the mention of Apollo’s name. She knows what he’s associated with. Her eyebrows reach her hairline, but I’m on her before she tries to make a break for the door. Her running is futile. I don’t trust my inebriated balance to throw her over my shoulder, so I drag her toward the basement instead.
“So you’re going to drown me now?”
“I don’t deal in false bravado and empty threats. You need to say what you mean and mean what you say.”
“What does that even mean?” she cries as she tries to resist being dragged down the basement steps.
“You’re going to prove the words you said!”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Aurora
The words that I’ve let escape my mouth are deplorable. I know that I said some hateful things, and I really don’t want to dissect why. I don’t want to think about the ache that settled deep within my chest at the sight of Angela or the unwelcome hurt I endured listening to the things she was willing to do to him. We stand in the middle of his fucking torture chamber, waiting for Oisín to arrive with Apollo. I told him he would have to kill me tonight, and now he’s calling my bluff.
My time is up. Lennon walks Oisín the minutes he walks through the door and whispers something unintelligible. Oisín’s face pales as it morphs into something other than his usual stoic expression.
“Don’t do this, Lennon,” he warns. It’s the first time I’ve heard him drop his formalness. He didn’t call him sir.
