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“Where are we?”
Cian studied me. “My house. I had a built when I thought I might live in the United States.”
Does that mean he’s going to live in Ireland?
This place was his style. The interior was relaxed, comfortable and inviting. In every room there was more than one way to enter and the furnishings were large, sturdy, and would make excellent shields in a shootout. I was certain there were secret passages all through the home. Wandering down the hall, I went in each room until I finally found the master bedroom. I jumped on the bed.
“This place is beautiful. We’re not in New York. Judging by the heat, we must be on the West Coast.”
“Yes, very good. We're in Los Angeles.” He kicked off his shoes.
Cian ripped off his shirt. I swallowed hard. “Cian what are you doing?”
“Do you recall what I said would happen when you confessed your feelings?”
Oh shit!
I've rubbed the back of my neck. “Don't go crazy.”
He stopped in front of the bed and slowly took off his slacks and underwear. “Can you open the top drawer and hand me one?”
One?
Averting my gaze, I opened the drawer. The entire drawer was filled with unopened boxes of Magnum condoms.
I slammed it shut. “Why the hell do you have so many boxes of condoms?”
A hard knot formed in my lower belly, and I slid off the bed. My blood began to boil. Cian was a gorgeous man, and I was certain that he had money. The O’Brien’s came from old money. Any woman would find him attractive.
Pushing past him, I headed for the door. “I'm going to fix me a sandwich.”
He grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall “Anya love, the boxes are unopen because I'm not having sex. If I decide to give anyone my all then I want to take that step here in my house.”
I snorted. “From the looks of things, you've been giving your all to everyone.”
Lowering his head, he hid his face from me. When his shoulders started to shake, I tilted his face upward. “Why the hell are you laughing?”
“You're upset I have condoms but they're unopen? Love I haven't had sex since Ciara Holland.”
I'll kill the bitch.
I stuck his chest. “Oh really? What's her social security number? Where is she now?”
His smile fell. “She rests at the Funeral Home grave site. She had agreed to marry me. We were coming out of the restaurant when a man pulled a gun and threatened to kill me. She jumped in front of me and the bullet hit her in the heart. Her death only put a hole in my heart because I had the audacity to live.”
“I'm sorry.”
His lips quirked upwards. “Are you sorry for being jealous or sorry, because I failed to die for the woman I loved.”
Inhaling his scent. “I traced the scar on the left side of his chest. If you had died you would have failed her.” He rubbed his body against mine.
My heart was racing fast and I was breathing heavily.
I licked my lips. “I'm scared.”
Did I just tell him I was afraid to have sex. How can I accept beatings, torture yet chicken out because he’s naked.
“Don't be. I'm a sadist but I won't hurt you. Not yet.”
