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I only start paying attention when Shea brings up Kieran. The mention of his name, the memory of how he looked in that suit earlier, and the way he touched me, even if it was a little rough and demanding, sends unexpected heat right to my core.
Then there’s the way he went after my father for hurting me. The rush of his emotional response felt like fire in my veins.
I push all that away so I don’t look too eager to be here. I can’t help smiling at Shea’s enthusiasm when talking about Kieran, though, and what it was like growing up with so many brothers. Looking around this enormous house and thinking of all those empty bedrooms on the second floor, jealousy chokes me, digging in deeper how alone I feel.
I’d only been around Kieran and his brothers for a short time, but I recognize the love they have for each other. I never sensed that from Ivan, who’s an only child. The Koslovs are cold and ruthless. The O’Rourkes are just as dangerous, but I bet they’d fight to the death for each other.
Am I choosing the right path? The right family? Swallowing, I push the doubt away, reminding myself that I have thirty days to fully digest what’s best for me.
We take our wine into the backyard and sit by the pool. Shea opens up even more to me by diving into party-planning horror stories.
When the sun sets, she gets a call from her bodyguard, saying she should get back home.
She offers me a hug and leaves, saying she’ll be in touch about her mother’s dress. Again, I’m conflicted about this charade of submission. I’m lying to everyone. Kieran’s mother is going to hand over her dress only to have me possibly stomp on it as I claw my way to freedom.
Finding myself alone, exhaustion sweeps through every muscle in my body. I had a crazy day. When I woke up, all I worried about was having enough sunscreen for the beach club. I slip into the bathroom off Shea’s lavish bedroom and gawk. It belongs in a day spa. Papa is rich and always bought me nice clothes and shoes, but I never had a bathroom like this. The tub alone is massive. I don’t know when Shea lived here last, but there’s a basket of wrapped bath bombs sitting on the marble counter. I run the water in the spa bathtub until it’s scalding, just the way I love it.
I strip my clothes off, and it takes me a few moments to realize I live with a strange man. And the bedroom door isn’t locked. I stare at my body of olive skin and curves. My boobs came in late and then didn’t stop.
I drop a lavender bath bomb into the tub, hoping the aromatherapy will relax me so I can sleep. The chalky ball fizzes in the water, and when a layer of perfumed foam sits on the top, I sink into the water. Seconds later, I flip on the jets, and the pressurized bubbles soothe my shoulders.
The ones by my feet push water between my legs, and my mind wanders to the man who wants to marry me. Thinking of his full lips, and how he got so close to me earlier, my hands roam across my body. I spread my thighs to feel the pressure against my sex. Groaning, I sink deeper into the water but arch my back. The curve exposes my breasts, and the cool air from an A/C vent somewhere hits my nipples and hardens them. My body responds to the delicious warring temperatures, keeping me on edge.
That exquisitely-cut suit Kieran wore didn’t hide what a muscular body he has. Those wide shoulders, broad chest, and thick biceps really gave the fabric a run for its money. Above the collar, tattoos crept up his neck, igniting my wildfire imagination that his sculpted chest is full of tats, as well.
My wedding night with your daughter…
What if it gets to that? What if I can’t escape and have to go through with this? What if… What if Ididn’trun? I’ll have a wedding night with a man who’s so gorgeous it’s a sin.
Desire lets my fantasies run wild, imagining Kieran making love to me. I slide pruned fingers through my folds, the fullness nowhere near what I need to come. I rub my clit anyway, and my eyes flutter as my dark, nipples thicken above the foam.
Will Kieran put his mouth between my legs? Does any passion exist behind that savage smile? His vivid green stare penetrated me earlier, and I picture them boring into mine while he’s on top of me, taking me. My fingers press harder against my clit, and I purposely keep myself on the edge. Perhaps this life wouldn’t besobad. Married to a king, being his dirty queen every night in his bed.
In five seconds, he proved he was nothing like my father.
“Mmmm,” I pant. I’m so close, I feel light-headed as steam fills my lungs.
I want to wrap my legs around Kieran’s thick hips. Give him my virgin pussy.
“Yes,” I moan, on the verge of saying his name, when a noise pulls my eyes to the doorway.
A shadow with wide shoulders comes into view. “Keep going.” Kieran’s deep voice shatters my soul. “Don’t stop on my account.”
I close my legs, and while covering my breasts, I bark, “Excuse me! Don’t you knock?”
“I did knock.” He steps in and leans against the vanity across from the bathtub. “You probably didn’t hear me over your moaning.”
Embarrassed, I swallow. “I could have been asleep.”
“But you’re not, are you, Isabella?” His eyes rake across me. Much of the bomb has dissolved, letting Kieran see my naked body. “Thinking of Ivan?” he asks with mischief in his voice.
“No,” I scoff. Sitting up, I add, “Are you going to stay there and leer or be a gentleman and give me a towel to cover myself?”
“I’m going to be your husband. I’m allowed to leer. And I don’t have to be a gentleman.” He does, however, grab the towel and hold it open. Wearing a wicked smile, he commands darkly, “Out.”
Adrenaline buzzes through me. “Out? As in, get out of the tub?”
“Or you can stay and finish. I’ll wait.” He lowers the towel.
