Page 47 of Keep Me

She’s supposed to fight with me.

“I missed you so much,” she mutters. “Please fuck me, Killian.”

I yank my hand from under her dress. “Bloody hell,” I groan as my back hits the wall, and I realize what I’ve done.

“Wh-what’s wrong?” she murmurs.

“Claire?”

“Yes, of course. Who else would it be?” she asks, her voice cracking with emotion.

My heart fucking shatters.

“I have to go,” I stammer as I tear open the door and nearly fall out of the closet and into the hallway. There are moans and cries of sex from the parlor.

Where the fuck is Sylvie?

I take one marching step toward the stairs when I hear voices from behind me. I turn to see two silhouetted figures outside through the open doors. Two bodies pressed together, practically as one.

Rage boils inside me as I inch closer to the door. The only reason I’m not barreling out there is because a part of me needs to know. Would she really let him touch her?

In the back of my mind, I remember that that’s what I want, but I can’t fucking remember why.

In the silhouette, I see her hands pressed against his chest. He has her crowded toward the low wall. He leans his mouth toward hers.

“I can’t,” she says with the cool defiance only she can pull off.

“Come on, baby. I’ll make you feel so good,” he murmurs.

Rage cracks inside me like dynamite. I’ve never felt such anger. Suddenly I can’t keep the slow pace. I’m practically running. Grabbing Liam by the collar, I yank him away from Sylvie.

“What thefuckdid you just say to my wife?”

He holds up his hands in surrender, shock on his face. “Whoa, man. I thought you said it was cool.”

“She said no,” I snap.

“Okay, okay,” he stutters.

“Killian, stop it.” Sylvia tugs on my arm. “We were just talking.”

“You were not just talking, Sylvie. He was trying to fuck you.”

“I can handle myself!” she snaps.

“Go upstairs,” I growl in her direction.

She looks offended for a moment. “You can’t tell me what to do.”

With my teeth clenched, I drop Liam’s collar and turn my attention toward Sylvie. I’m too filled with anger to think clearly. My hand encircles her arm, and I drag her back into the house and all the way down the long hall. She’s digging in her heels the entire way, slapping my arm and screaming.

“Let go of me, you fucking brute!” she shrieks.

But I don’t stop. All I can see is her letting Liam put his hands on her. Letting him take what should be mine. Making a fool of me.

When we reach the bedroom, I toss her inside and slam the door behind me, locking us both in.

She swings her arm back and lets her hand come flying across my face. I don’t even feel it.

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