Page 52 of Queen of Madness

“That was a dirty thing to do, Kane.”

I smirk, sitting up and drawing the silk back over her shoulder. “I like dirty things,mo bhanríon.” My queen.

Her brows furrow, her beautiful dark orbs scanning mine. I like her like this—fresh from an orgasm I gave her, flustered and now curious.

Her nose is scrunched up, and I can’t help but playfully tap it.

And just like that, everything fucking changes.

Her face transforms from something soft and lustful to angry and resentful. She rips herself away from me, fumbling over the bed so quickly, I can’t believe she doesn’t trip. When she thrusts open the door, the hinges creak, threatening to snap off.

By the time I’m up and grabbing my boxers, she’s already gone.

Iwon.

She gave in.

Yet, instead of getting to gloat, I’m having to chase her out of my room to figure out what the hell just happened.

“Onyx.” I keep my voice low, but don’t hide the aggression in my words.

I don’t like the disgusting feeling she’s left me with, like I’ve done something so offensive she can’t even fucking look at me. And I hate that I care. But I do.

She doesn’t turn back, of course, and instead ignores me, striding the short space between our rooms as if she’s fully clothed and headed to her next business meeting. As if she didn’t just flip a fucking switch and leave me reeling.

I catch up as she reaches her keypad and tug on her shoulder. She shucks me off as if I’m nothing more than an annoying bug, and types in her code.

Nine. Seven. Four. Six. Three. One.

Something I don’t want to think about forces me to look down before she taps the last number. She pushes the door open, and I let out an amused scoff when she attempts to shut it behind herself. I slip in, careful not to slam it shut and attract any unwanted attention as I follow her to the bathroom.

“Why do you do that?” I snap. “Stop for one fucking second.”

I should know better than to push her, but over the past month, we’ve crossed lines. We’ve crossed boundaries. And despite how any of this is meant to end, right now, we are in new territory.

Again, I have to fling open the bathroom door she tries to close in my face, irritation flaring in my gut.

Holy shit.

Her bathroom is nearly as big as my room. The shower she walks to is in the center, enclosed inside four, seven-foot walls of glass. The black tile floor is a stark contrast to the rest of the white and chrome room, and when she turns it on, water falls down like rain from long strips of metal.

Onyx didn’t turn on the light, but above the bathroom is a moonroof, letting the glow from the stars illuminate the entire space, including her. When she takes her robe off, she turns to face me, her natural look of power pulling her features tight.

The moon spills over her delicate curves, turning them into a golden river of pure bliss. They lead the way from her throat, down her perfectly tear-shaped breasts, over the toned flat abdomen, and around her wide-set hips.

I feel like I say it every time I see her in a new way, but I have never seen something as stunning and utterly fucking perilous in my life. She’s the waterfall over a one-hundred-foot cliff, and even knowing so, I still want to fall into her abyss.

“Go back to your room, Kane. I don’t need you to guard my shower.”

She’s not upset anymore. At least not on the outside. But I’ve been doing nothing but watching and studying her for a month. I know better.

I take a step forward. “No. I want an answer as to why you did that.”

“Because I’d gotten what I wanted. I didn’t feel the need to be in there anymore.”

I guffaw, annoyance mixing with the arousal that never left. “Bullshit.”

Onyx’s lips twitch momentarily before she smiles. “You’d do well to remember who you work for. Who signs your checks.”

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