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“I realized I don’t even know your last name.”

He stepped closer, his tall frame towering over me. It looked like he was trying to intimidate me. I held my ground.

After a beat of us staring at each other, he tapped my nose with his index finger playfully and said, “If you want to know my last name, you’re going to have to earn it, angel.”

I shoved at his chest and walked around him. “Call for the car. I’ll show myself out,asshole.”

His answering chuckle was the last thing I heard before I closed the hotel room behind me.

14

MILA

The hallway was dead silent.I didn’t like the eerie feeling that took over me. Shaking it off, I moved to the elevator and pressed the down button. It took a while for the elevator to ascend to this floor, and the longer I waited, the more time I spent in the silence of the hallway, the more my rationality came back to me.

Now that I wasn’t under the hazy cloud of lust and Silas’ domineering presence, I could see all the ways this could end badly for me. Did I really want to try something with Silas and risk getting hurt? What about his brothers? Silas didn’t seem all that bothered that Maverick was watching him pleasure me, and perhaps I should have put a stop to it, but something about seeing Maverick there had made me… hot and bothered.

Would I really say no if Silas had Maverick join us?

Or Killian?

Just the thought of his mean face had me shuddering, and only partially in fear. The other part was pure intrigue.

The doors opened with ading, and I was about to step inside when I realized it wasn’t empty.

Speak of the Devil, and he shall appear.

I hesitated at the threshold while Killian watched me with his dark eyes. The color was darker than Silas’ eyes, and it was downright intimidating.

“Aren’t you going to get off?” I asked, proud that my voice wasn’t shaking.

He smiled. A condescending, mean smile. “Nope. Get in the elevator, girl. I’ll walk you down.”

“I don’t need you to walk me down. And my name’s not ‘girl’. It’s Mila.”

“Too bad. And I don’t care what your name is.”

He said that, but the way his eyes shifted told me he’d already known my name. Probably because he remembered it from the restaurant, or Silas had talked about me. Yet something told me it wasn’t either of those things.

As if he was tired of me just standing there, he reached over, grabbed the front of my shirt, and pulled me roughly into the elevator. My face planted directly on his chest, and my heart felt like it was about to fall out of my throat.

Killian wrapped his arms around my waist to keep me from falling.

“You can let go now,” I gritted out when the doors closed and the elevator started toslowlygo down.

He tightened his arms around me briefly. I pulled away and all but ran to the furthest corner of the elevator, which wasn’t very far. And the space seemed to be getting smaller.

I shook my head and turned away from him.

Why did he always look at me as if I offended him somehow?

I looked up and started counting down the floors, willing the car to go down faster or, at the very least, for someone to get on the elevator with me.

None of those things happened.

A flash of movement caught the corner of my eye, and before I realized what was happening, the elevator came to a suddenhalt. Killian had pressed the emergency button, and a shrill bell rang out.

I turned to him, panic making my vision hazy.

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