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He strides over to me then stops. He looks menacing. Deranged almost. I’m sure it’s the prospect of killing and spilling blood that makes him appear so. His monster is surfacing at the welcome smell of death.

His hair is longer.

Mr. Perfect suits the imperfect look.

He’s staring at me like he wants to eat me alive.

“Eoin…”

His mouth captures mine before I can say another word. His hand fists my hair as he yanks my head back to suck and bite on my throat.

Marking me. Claiming me.

I groan in appreciation. I want more of his mouth on my skin. Licking. Sucking. Biting. I want those sinful lips all over my fucking body. He devours me once more, kissing me harder than he’s ever done. I can taste the desire. The emotion.

The love?

His tongue plunders my mouth as his hands drop to my ass. He growls as he runs them slowly across the smooth black leather before yanking my front against his so his erection rubs deliciously against my clit.

I pull my mouth away. I can’t breathe.

I want him.

So. Fucking. Much.

I swallow down the bitter taste of guilt.

Ace knows why I’m doing this as I fill him in on where things stand every day during our morning conversation. When I talk to him like he’s still alive and not dead.

The familiar feeling of betrayal still lingers, but I’m accepting of it these days because my own reality is that I’ll be delivered my own comeuppance at the precise moment Eoin is served his. That I’ll be suitably punished for having inappropriate feelings for him that I neither expected nor asked to have.

And it’s no more than I deserve.

“Eoin.”

His hot breath is against my ear. “I want to fuck you fast. I want to fuck you hard. I want to fuck you every single way that there is to fuck you and then I want to start at the beginning and do it all over again because you drive me fucking insane, Jaine O’Connell.”

I stare up at him with his too long hair and his eyes of flashing green.

So dark. So dangerous.

I lean my forehead against his. “Let’s take care of business first, husband.”

He likes when I call him that. He’s possessive. I am his and he is mine. I realize that’s now his mentality.

He nods. Then, taking my hand possessively in his, he leads me to the elevator.

He’s turned up here today because he made a vow to God to protect me. He also wants me to know that we’re in this together. That we’re a team. That he will always be there for me whether I need him to be or not. I know he expects the same in return.

When he chose me, I made a pact with this devil.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO

EOIN

Play Gentlemen’s Club, Manhattan, New York

We ownseveral disused areas of the New York subway system. The section below Play is perhaps the most depressing of all because there’s a constant dripping sound.

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