Page 71 of Ashes of Sin

What this means for my plans, I don’t know.

Tonight, people will see us together and it’s going to drive a knife through Daddy Dearest’s pride. Pierce Sterling’s fiancé, dancing with his much younger billionaire son.

He’s going to fucking hate it.

Meanwhile, Kyra and I can spend some time exploring these feelings. These cravings. I’m not a patient man, but every second I’m with this woman makes me feel things I never thought were possible.

“Maybe I do. Or you made me horny before stepping inside a sex club.” Kyra scoffs.

I glower down at her beautiful face and kiss her once more before settling into a seductive, rhythmic dance. Her warm body fits perfectly against mine as I breathe in her rose and vanilla body wash.

One I bought for her.

We sway slowly despite the fast beats of the song, and Kyra rests her face on my chest.

I press her tighter against me, traveling my fingers down her back to rest on her hips. I’m mesmerized by this woman as the need to protect and own her floods every cell in my body.

Mine.

This wasn’t the plan, goddamn it.

Her face lifts, and there’s no ignoring the question in her blue globes.

“Ask, little prisoner.”

“I want to know why?”

I let out a deep growl which the music masks.

“He is a dangerous man.”

“So you were saving me?”

Not initially, but now...yes. Kyra deserves the truth and while I can’t give her all of it, I will give her enough.

“No. To start, it was to destroy him.” I brush my fingers along her cheek, and then around the back of her neck, pressing them in hard.

Possessively.

“And now?”

“Now I can’t give you back to him,” I tell her firmly. “You know that, right?”

Her eyes dip and she nods.

I force her face to mine. “Tell me you know why.”

I can’t hear it because of the music, but I see and feel her gasp.

“Maddox.” She mouths.

A raw animalist need to slam her against the wall and demand she feel what I do takes over me. She must see something in my face because her hand lifts and she cups my cheek.

Fuck.

My eyes close, my body calms somewhat, and my desire changes. I want to know who this woman is. Not her body. Not her role as my captive.

Who is Kyra Fox, the woman in my arms?

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