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“What’s up?”

“Are you ready to go now?”

“Yeah, we were just coming up for Evie,” he says with a narrowing gaze that drifts to me, then to our joined hands. “Oh, for God’s sake.”

I force my hand out of Finnigan’s hold, furious at his manhandling, because I’m getting tired of his hot and cold behavior. He’s reluctant to let go, but I don’t give him a choice, then I storm right past him and down the stairs, until I reach Maya quietly lacing one of her shoes.

“Come, sweet girl, let’s go see your new friend,” I tell her, moving her little hands away and doing up her laces myself so we can get the heck out of here.

“See you later?” Maddox asks, and I know he’s addressing Finn.

“Not likely. Busy tonight. See you tomorrow.”

He mutters a bye to me, and Maya too, but I let my sister answer, because busy tonight for Finnigan Hennessey can only mean one thing—he’s going to screw the life out of some random girl tonight.

Something stings behind my eyes, because maybe I was wrong this whole time, maybe I am an idiot, and this man is happy with the manacles binding him. And maybe he doesn’t give a shit about me after all.

I twitch when the door slams, and I know he’s gone. I thought he was done with his harem of women, even Morri and Madds thought so too, and I wish I wouldn’t have read so much into it, because clearly, we were all wrong.

I’m just half a notch on his headboard, the goth girl box he probably needed to check off.

I’m just another mark in Finnigan’s black book.

CHAPTER 25

FINNIGAN

I jump out of my own skin when the front door slams, and spill the glass of vodka sour all over my T-shirt and shorts.

“For fuck’s sakes…” I mutter to myself, putting the glass down and rising quickly to see who the hell that was.

As I cross the terrace and head inside, I’m more pissed about my spilled drink than the prospect of someone breaking into my penthouse. Even if this was my third one already. But as I step over the threshold, I see only a blur of a person as they disappear in the corridor.

Evelyn?

I thought she was at Vincent’s for that sleepover. I’m annoyed and confused as I storm after her, because I thought I could have some time to breathe. To think. To cool off. She did a fucking number on me, showing up in Midnight in that tight sports bra that pushed her sinful breasts together, her soft skin on display, begging to be touched. I couldn’t stop looking at her arched back, her ass pushed out, and all I wanted was to bend her over that bar, press my hand on her back, and sink my cock in her pussy until she vowed never to be touched—or fucking looked at—by any other man ever again.

My possessiveness over this woman is going beyond protecting. Because I want that more than anything, to keep her in a gilded cage away from this cruel world and give her all she’s ever wanted on a gold platter. I want to keep her in furs and silk, and make sure no hair on her head will ever fall again, unless it’s with her permission. I’m fucking terrified that something could happen to her. Yet, I want to be the one to break that sweet body of hers, and I want her to give me permission to do it. Even as I know now that she wants to fuck without it.

I can smell the ginger and brown sugar scent of her as I follow the trail through the corridor. It reminds me of her tight pussy and how responsive she was to my touch. Even when I came at her in the darkness—especially then. Groaning, I adjust my cock inside my boxers, squeezing it hard into submission.

It doesn’t work.

Not when I hear the shower start and all I can imagine is my Evie darling, naked beneath the spray. She’s sin and innocence wrapped into one, she’s the threat to my heart and the only thing that could save it. And I’m fucking terrified that she’ll decide to walk away from Queenscove and leave with it.

But I open the bathroom door anyway, stripping my clothes on the way to the shower she’s standing under with her eyes closed, and before I can think too long about that fear, I’m down on my knees behind her, my face buried between her cheeks seeking that hot, delicious center of her as she yelps and attempts to jump away. My arm circles around her before she can move, but doesn’t relax even when she realizes it’s me.

“Get off me, Finnigan! Why are you here? Weren’t you supposed to be busy? Buried in some new pus—”

“I lied.” I interrupt her with a growl, sinking my teeth in the flesh of her ass cheek. I expect another yelp, but she hisses instead, pushing against me.

“Why?”

“Because the only pussy I can bear to think of anymore is yours. And I felt like punishing you for it. Being alone here was safer.”

“And now?” She pauses, her muscles finally melting into me as she stifles a mewl. “Do you still want to punish me?”

“I fear I may never stop.”

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