Page 63 of Ruin Me, Daddy

The snarky emphasis she put on his title had a muscle jumping in Beckett’s cheek, which almost made up for him being an interfering dickwad. “Care to tell her what I’m talking about, Master O?”

Oh, fuck. Killian O’Rourke. Master O. The man who had bought and sold Lottie’s virginity. An actual, bonafide kingpin of the criminal underworld.

And she’d just spent the last hour letting him flirt with her in a kink club.

Ice was going to lose his goddamn mind.

Maybe she didn’t have to tell him. When he asked about her night, she’d just keep it vague. Distract him with a blow job or something.

Of course, that was assuming he would ask. Which seemed unlikely given how he’d been acting before she’d left. As pissed as she’d been about feeling ignored earlier, it would certainly work in her favor now.

But then Beckett’s gaze shifted to something behind her and the corner of his mouth kicked up into a smirk. “I was wondering when you would get here.”

She barely had time to register his remark before she was yanked away from Killian, straight into Beckett’s arms. Horror bloomed in her chest as she watched Ice plow his fist into Killian’s face.

Stumbling back, Killian lifted a hand to his nose, which was streaming blood. With a sigh that seemed more suited to a minor inconvenience rather than having your face blooded by a furious viking of a man, Killian pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed at his nose. “I suppose you think I deserved that, Mr. Turner.”

“Stay the fuck away from my woman, O’Rourke.”

Shock gave way to fury as Silver jerked herself out of Beckett’s grasp to drive a finger into Ice’s chest. His woman? After the way he’d treated her?

Fuck no.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

Without bothering to even look at her, Ice shifted, placing his entire body between her and Killian. “Did he hurt you, baby?”

“No, he didn’t hurt me, you big oaf! He was perfectly lovely!”

“I’m sure he was, as long as there was an audience. You really think he would keep being lovely once he had you alone in that room?”

She… hadn’t considered that, actually. Although she’d made it clear that she had no intention of playing with anyone, what would have stopped him from locking them in and having his way with her?

Just the thought was enough to have the blood draining from her face.

Now it was Killian’s turn to look furious, though his anger was, ironically, of a significantly colder variety than her Daddy’s. She swore the temperature in the club dropped by several degrees just from the look he sent Ice’s way. “I may be a criminal, but I’m an honorable man. You can ask any submissive here who has had the pleasure of my company, be it for an hour or a week. I have never, and would never force myself on a woman.”

“Is there a problem here?”

As one, they all turned to face Braden, who was wearing his usual welcoming smile, though there was a hard edge to it tonight. Even that pretense of a smile faded, however, when his gaze shifted to Killian. “What the hell happened? Why are you bleeding?”

“The Viking here took exception to my spending time with his lady friend. Apparently he is under the impression I brought her up here with nefarious intentions.”

“Jesus Christ, Elias.” Pulling out his own handkerchief—was that some weird southern gentleman thing?— Braden shot Ice a glare as he passed the clean linen to Killian. “What is wrong with you?”

“He’s a fucking mobster, Braden. I know he’s your friend, but I’ll be damned if I’m letting him anywhere near my girl.”

Fury once again rose up inside her and Silver stepped out from behind Ice to plant herself between him and Killian, hands fisted on her hips as she glared up at Ice. “He wouldn’t have had the chance to get near me if you hadn’t been such an asshole!”

Blinking twice, Ice looked down at her, confusion twisting his features. “What are you talking about? When was I an asshole?”

“All day!”

“Silver, baby, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I barely talked to you today.”

“I know! That’s the point!”

Letting out a sigh that sounded as though it came from the very depths of his soul, Ice scrubbed a hand over his face. “Baby, I’m going to need you to spell this out for me because I’m at a complete loss, here.”

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