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Sabrina.

I see her, standing in the crowd. I think it must be a trick of the mind, another delicate blonde, some other woman that I’m mistakingfor her because she’s on my mind. But I blink, and she’s still there, her face set in furious lines, her gorgeous blue eyes narrowed in on me. And as she pushes her way through the crowd, right up to the ropes at the edge of the ring, there’s no mistaking her.

Somehow, she’s here.

I turn on my heel, and bolt for the locker room.

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SABRINA

OH NO, YOU FUCKING DON’T.

It took no less than three turns of good luck—the luck of the Irish? I’m married to one now, it seems—and a whole lot of effort to get out here, and there’s no fucking way I’m letting Kian walk away from me now. What started as grief and shock this afternoon has turned fully into rage, and without stopping to think, I duck between the ropes, my shoes slipping on the bloody mats as I tear after Kian.

“Ma’am! Ma’am, miss, you can’t—” A thick Irish voice comes over the speakers, presumably talking to me, but I ignore it. I don’t care where anyone thinks I should or should not be going. I’m following Kian wherever that door that he just burst through leads me.

It leads me into a tiled hallway, a short one that has two other doors near the end. He goes left, so I do too, following him through the red-painted door before he can do anything like lock himself inside, and I slam it behind me, flinging my back against it so he can’t try to shove me out.

It takes me a second to realize that I’m in a locker room. A small one, with one wall of lockers and two benches, and what looks like a shower stall at the far end. Kian is standing in the middle of the room, staring at me as if I’ve grown another head.

“How in the bloody hell did you get here?” he demands.

“We’ll get to that,” I tell him, almost mockingly, mimicking what he said to me earlier. “But if you thought I was going to sit around and wait for you to come back to keep me locked in your mansion, after what you said to me earlier, you’re not as smart as I thought you were.”

“Why wouldn’t you just fucking run?” Kian is still staring at me as if he doesn’t know what to make of me.

“I don’t have my things,” I hiss at him through my teeth. “Because my fucking liar of a husband has them! I don’t have a debit card, my phone, or identification. I don’t have anything I would needtoget out of here. I can’t even fucking call Caldwell, which I’m sure is why you took my phone, since you know he’dbloody wellhave something to say about it!” I mock Kian’s accent as I say the last, and his eyes narrow, rage tightening his face.

“How the fuck did you pay the bloody cover charge without a card or cash?”

“I told them I was your wife!” I shout it, feeling angry tears burn behind my eyelids, and I refuse to let them fall. I don’t have a chance, because Kian is on me in a flash, his hands gripping my wrists and hoisting them above my head as his body angles me against the lockers.

“Aye,” he growls, pinning my wrists to the metal as his sweating, bloodied body crowds in on mine. “Aye, you’re my wife, Sabrina. But it’s of no consequence. It’s not a real marriage, remember? Just one for yourprotection.”

“You’re doing a pretty poor fucking job of it,” I spit back at him. “Less than a week in, and I’ve already been kidnapped and held hostage.”

Kian smirks. “Are you going to keep running that pretty mouth, princess? Or should I remind you what else it’s good for?”

“Don’t even fucking think about it,” I hiss. “I’m not going to suck your cock again, Kian. I’m not going to let you fuck me or take it in the ass or anything else you want to do to me. Not after?—”

“Mm.” He rocks into me, grinding his hips against mine, and I canfeel how hard he is through the silky fabric of his shorts. “Maybe I’m not done ruining you. Maybe I’m not finished getting my revenge.” He reaches up with his free hand, grabbing my chin and holding my face still, forcing me to look directly at him. “Maybe I want another taste.”

For one brief, hot second, when his mouth crushes against mine, it all slips away. The feeling of his kiss, the taste of him, has become so familiar that for a moment, I sink into him, wanting that, wanting the pleasure, everything he’s offered me before. I feel myself melt for one blissful, hot second, and then I stiffen, jerking my head to the side as I try to tear my mouth away from his.

Kian breaks the kiss, laughing. “You still want it, princess. All of that, and you folded as soon as I kissed you. You filthy little?—”

“Say it, and I’ll slap the shit out of you the minute you let go of me,” I warn. “You’ll have to, eventually. And maybe it won’t hurt, but I bet it’ll hurt a little more after that fight you just finished.”

“He barely touched me.” Kian’s hips are still pressed against mine, the eager ridge of his hard cock throbbing against my thigh. “You know, I own this place, princess. I can do whatever I want to you in here, and no one will come in. If they do, they’ll leave. Or maybe I’ll let them stay, so they can see what my whore of a wife likes in bed.” His hand curves around my face, knotting in my hair as he looks at me, his breathing sharp and fast. “How do you want it, Sabrina? Like this, up against the lockers? Bent over that bench? You know how much I want a good fuck after I fight?—”

My heart is beating hard in my chest, every instinct in me warning me of danger. Of the fact that I can’t best this man physically, not even if I tried.

But whatever he said to me in that room earlier, I believe there’s some part of him that’s not all in on it. I saw the hesitation. I’ve seen the strange moments he’s had before, the things that didn’t add up that I excused away. And I don’t think he’s really the type of man to force me. Not if I truly don’t want it.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” I whisper. “Not in here. Not ever again, Kian. Let go of me.”

“Or what?” he taunts. “I told you, princess, this ismyrevenge. You don’t tell me what to do. You don’t say anything exceptharder,andoh god, yes, Kian, andyes, sir. Do you understand me? You aremine!”

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