Page 41 of Three Irish Kings
Maggie wiggles, whining, her face flushed. Finally, as I watch her with mild amusement, she deflates, stopping and hanging in the window.
“Okay. I’ll be good.”
“Good girl.”
Something flashes across her face, but not fast enough that I don’t recognize it for what it is... lust.
I have to admit, that intrigues me. But I will not do anything about it. This woman is a liar and a traitor, and even more dangerous than I thought if she can have us all lusting for her.
But still, I have to unstuck her, I guess, regardless of how much fun it is having her just hanging there. “All right, hold your horses.”
I walk back inside and put both hands on her hips, trying not to look up her skirt. It’s all I need, to pop a boner while I’m pulling her out of this window. That’ll really put the fear of God into her.
She groans. “Hurry up and tug, all the blood is rushing to my head.”
“Should have thought about that before you tried to escape in the dumbest way possible,” I grunt, tugging her.
She pops free after a little resistance, and I almost fall over before righting her.
Her ass presses against me, her back arched, and my dick wants to stand at attention.
“Let me go,” she whispers, but it sounds weak to my ears.
She wants this. She wants me to harden against her. She wants to manipulate me into sleeping with her, just like she did Dare.
“Should I? What if you try to escape again?”
She wiggles, and I hold her tighter against me, locking my arm around her waist.
“Liam, let mego.” She wrenches away from me, and I clear my throat, my ears burning hot.
“Maybe it’s best you do go to your room.”
“Yeah.” She huffs again as she walks into her room, and I lock the door as she shuts it.
What the hell was I thinking? I can’t let her get to me the way she got to Dare. Even if she does have the most remarkable eyes. And an ass I’d just love to spank red.
Chapter Twelve
CILLIAN
I showup at six p.m. on the dot to relieve Dare, but it’s not Dare’s sports car that’s in the driveway but Liam’s SUV.
I walk in, expecting hell on earth, but instead it’s just Liam, holding a cup of coffee and sitting on the couch like he’d rather be anywhere else.
I raise an eyebrow. “Dare didn’t work out?”
He snorts. “Of course not. I should have never let him babysit her.”
I hum, walking into the house and shutting the door behind me. “What happened?”
“What do you think happened?”
I curse under my breath. “Dare let her seduce him?”
“I think he seducedher, from the way he was talking. He’s lost his fucking mind, Cill.”
Haven’t we all?
