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Her eyes narrow. I really think she’s going to tell me togo fuck myself before she blows out an exasperated breath and stomps back up the stairs.
She lifts on her toes, closing her eyes tightly as she waits for me to kiss her. As I lean down, I suck in her minty scent and palm her sides, dragging my fingers delicately along her waist before pressing my lips to hers in an achingly sweet exploration. It’s slow and sensual, giving her the time to really know what she’s going to be missing out on before I pull back.
“I meant you need shoes…” I smirk.
She looks down at her bare feet before her head whips up. Her cheeks flame a bright red as she swats my chest. “Move.”
I hold my hands up, stepping back as I let her back in the house. “They’re by the garage—”
“I know where to find them!” She shouts in return, and I bite my knuckle to prevent myself from howling with laughter.
She storms past me, tennis shoes tied tight and cotton shorts nearly showing the bottom globe of her ass as she stalks across the yard.
“Love you!” I call.
“Bite me!” She growls.
And I finally lose it, doubling over as I watch her march to my sister’s house.
Chapter Thirty-One
Loxley
He’s insane!
He’s literally certifiable!
He married us without my permission, killed no telling how many people, and has kidnapped me away to this compound that I can’t fucking leave because I’m being hunted by assassins.
And after all of that, I still want the fucker.My god, do I want him. Being mad while he stood there in that slutty little muscle shirt, showing off his tattoos and thick arms was kryptonite. How am I supposed to be mad when his words, even though he sounded deranged, were still sweet and the type of crazy I always wanted from a partner and he could have taken his shirt off at any moment and I would have climbed him like a fucking tree?
You’re weak, Loxley!
So very weak!
And horny.
Too horny.
After everything, my feelings for him didn’t change. Am I freaking out because I’m legally married and will have to tell my parents eventually? Definitely. Am I still reeling from learning that this whole compound is full of assassins and my—dear god—husband is one, too? One-hundred percent.
It’s an unbelievable amount of information to process in just mere hours, yet, here I am. Glad Atlas killed his piece of shit father and missing the morally grey man I left back at thecottage more and more with every step I take towards Thalia’s house.
Ugh! I need to get some distance. I need to clear my head and think straight for a while.
As I take the stone steps two at a time, I don’t stop until I’m in front of the black door and banging a fist into the painted wood. It only takes a few seconds before it’s yanked open and I’m face-to-face with Thalia, blinking in awe at her beauty.
I thought she was pretty back at the bakery, but with the afternoon light hitting her pale eyes, her dark hair curled into beach waves, and her pouty lips glossed, she looks like one of those models you would find on social media.
Her eyes widen with surprise before an over joyous smile spreads to her ears. “Sis-in-law! About time you left my brother to come have some fun!” She looks a little unhinged as she pulls me into a tight hug, resting her chin on my shoulder and squeezing me like she’s known me for a lifetime.
I get a look into the standard living room, decked out with a black gothic rug and a matching black couch as a woman I’ve never met, watches the two of us with amusement. She leans against the couch’s armrest, her arms crossed and a slight smile tugging at her full brown lips. Her hair is almost black with curls that reach just past her shoulders. Her eyes are an alluring shade of brown that leans slightly toward Hazel. I can nearly see the specs of green in her irises.
She’s gorgeous! Is everyone around here supermodel status?
The way she holds herself is so utterly confident, like she’s spent a lifetime understanding herself. She has a warmth and kindness that radiates from her as she chuckles at us.
Alana.
