Page 56 of Reckless Promises

“Yes?” I don’t miss that she’s trying to scald me with her glare.

“You’re an asshole.”

“It’s a little late in the evening for compliments, don’t you think?”

She bites her lip and narrows her eyes even more before pulling herself up to sitting. “You’re also a liar.”

“How’s that?” I set my phone down and look at her.

She’s pissed. But all I can focus on is how pretty she is when she’s angry.

Her dark hair is messy from where she’s been running her fingers through it, and her lower lip is puffy from her teeth. Once more she’s wearing the smallest silk nightgown, and the deepness of the navy fabric compliments the heated blush painting her chest.

“You said you weren’t like my father. But you’re exactly like him.”

“Careful, Odette.”

It’s one thing to snap at me. It’s another for her to compare me to a man with the nerve to sell his own daughter.

“Or what, Cillian?” She leans in closer, smelling of cocoa butter and sweetness, even when her tone is venomous. “What are you going to do about it?”

She wants to back me into a corner because the nicer I am to her, the more she forgets who she’s dealing with.

I lean in. “Anything I want.”

Her emerald eyes burn bright with the heat in her gaze. Her face glows with the moonlight shining through the window. The fire of the sun is in her stare, but all it does is draw me closer.

“Anything you want?” She repeats it as a question, and I don’t miss the catch in her tone.

Her father didn’t give her enough credit when he thought he could easily sell her off. Odette is smart; she knows what she’s doing. Like right now, trying to get a reaction out of me.

“That’s what I said.”

“Fine, then.” Odette lifts, stripping the blanket back and surprising me by climbing onto my lap.

I grab her bare thighs as her nightgown rides up her hips. “What are you doing?”

“You want to be like them, Cillian? You want to put me in my place where I belong? Then do it.”

She wraps her arms around my shoulders, and it brings us nearly chest to chest. Her mouth is inches away, puffy and panting. The heat of her pussy sitting on my dick has me on the verge of losing any thought I’ve ever had. And I’m so fucking hard, there’s no use trying to hide it.

She leans in, and the movement shifts her hips ever so slightly. “You keep telling me you’re not like them. But tonight, you did exactly what they would do.”

“I protected you.”

“You made my decision for me.” She glares. “So even if you would have been honest about your reason for wanting me out of the room, it wouldn’t have mattered. Because it still would have ended the same way, with you casting me out instead of letting me decide for myself what I’m comfortable with.”

“That’s not how this works.”

“I know,” she bites back. “I grew up watching how it works. I’m supposed to stand quietly at your side and never talk back. And I did. I spent the night holding your arm, pointing out everyone my father has ever associated with. The least you could do is let me leave on my terms. But you wouldn’t. And that makes you like them.”

“Stop saying that.”

“Or what, you’ll teach me a lesson?”

Grabbing her hips, I lift her off me and flip her over until she’s on her back, and I’m between her legs, grinding my hard cock against her.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,wife?” I grind myself against her center, and her head tips back with her moan. “You sit here talking about what you think I want, when really this isn’t about me, is it? What do you want, Odette? To piss me off? To break my patience? To test me?”

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