Page 11 of Envious Girl
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Kieran
He spent the night searching for Keelyn’s car. And got nowhere.
It pissed him off. She was driving a death trap and could hurt herself in it.
He wanted her. In his arms, his bed, and his life.
She wasn’t going to just disappear. Not after he finally found her.
He had gone to Theo to have him look into Keelyn, and find out who she was.
Mainly how old she was. He could only pray to all the gods in the damn sky that she was old enough.
He was thirty and had waited long enough for her, but would wait longer if she needed him to.
It would be the ultimate hardship, to not touch and kiss her or claim her pussy, but he would do it.
His cock jerked to life at the thought of her pussy and he groaned.
He needed her.
He had gone home to sleep for an hour and had to rub one out at the thought of her in his bed, her full breasts on display and her tight pussy dripping onto his sheets and making a mess of them.
It was the best damn fantasy of his life and he came harder than he ever had.
He knew that if he had that kind of reaction to a damn fantasy that when he got her in real life, he was fucked and he didn’t care one bit.
He relished it. Yearned for it.
He went to work the next morning and knew he looked like shit, but he didn’t care.
And he sat and watched the monitors all morning until a tiny figure walked in, her head bowed and a hoodie hiding her perfect form.
Keelyn. She was here. Fucking yes.
He got up from his desk and walked out of his office and to the locker room, where the waitresses changed.
He waited outside until she walked out, not paying attention to him, but fixing her tits in the corset top she had on.
One pink nipple played peek-a-boo for half a second and he let out a growl and she looked up, her eyes going wide when they saw him.
“Kieran! What are you doing here?”
He scowled down at her, “I own the club Mo Ghrá. Or did ye forget that tiny detail?”
She shook her head, and he went on, stepping into her space and making her back against the wall, his bigger bulk blocking anyone from seeing her.
“Ye disobeyed me yesterday Mo Ghrá. I told ye not to wear such a revealin’ outfit and ye did. And I told ye to stay put and I would take ye home. But ye left in that death trap of a car. Never again. Never again will ye drive that car. Ye are mine. My woman. Mine!”
She gasped as he took her mouth in a hard kiss and then threw her over his shoulder and walked out the back door and to his car, where he buckled her in the car and then ran around the front and took off before she could get out.
She would find out that he meant business and that she would learn to never question him again.
She was his. And he was going to make that known. To her. To the staff at the club and his brother.
