Page 55 of Deviant Knight

I’d like to say I stood my ground with Domenico, but after a lady and her son stepped into the elevator with us, the mother gasped and then covered her wee little one’s eyes as she stared at the way my husband forcefully held me in place.

To her, I’m sure he looked every bit like an abuser.

The longer we stood there, eyes locked, the more pressure he applied with his fingers to my face, so I blinked first. He wasn’t going to budge. He didn’t care that we had an audience or that he was making an awful impression on a small boy.

He let me pull out of his grip, so I ducked under his arm and power walked out of the elevator, avoiding eye contact with the female stranger. I could feel her judgy eyes on me all the way to the automatic doors where Krishna was waiting for us.

I’d planned to jump in the back seat alone, but when I went to pull the door closed, Domenico was there ripping it from my hand and following me inside Krishna’s SUV. He sped away before I’d fully slid over behind the driver’s seat.

“What the fuck took you two so long?” Krishna asks, looking at us both through the rearview mirror as he turns onto a busy street.

“She got mouthy and my dick got hard.” Domenico gives me a seething look like I’m at fault for whatever predicament he put himself in. “At this rate, it’s going to explode before I fuck either of you motherfuckers.”

“Don’t worry. If your dick stops working, I’ll put you down myself.” Krishna’s light blue eyes meet mine in the mirror. They’re darker today than they usually are, and it makes me wonder if he’s joking to mask his internal turmoil. “Trust me, kitten, he’s not worth dealing with if his cock doesn’t work.”

“Tell the others to meet us at Raymond’s,” Domenico commands, not bothered by Krishna’s comment. “I’ll book us a suite in the city. I’m not going back to Dad’s, and before you say shit, it’s not up for discussion. Before I think about anything else, I need to know what we’re dealing with.”

Domenico takes a deep breath, and then his head turns to look at me. Our eyes meet briefly before mine glance down, seeing him pat the top of his thick thigh over his trousers. “Come lay your head down. I still don’t know what they gave you or if there will be side effects. I should have already found out, but I didn’t think about it.”

“There weren’t any orders in her chart,” Krishna chimes in. “I guarantee you that doctor fucker drugged her on someone’s order to keep her there, and I’m betting it has everything to do with who is back there looking for her right now. Otherwise, why would Liam O’Donovan be there too?”

“How do you know what was in my medical record?” I ask as the obvious reason ping pongs against my forehead.

“You aren’t the only one with spy skills, Ciera.” Krishna’s right eyebrow arches as he stares back at me through the mirror longer than I’m comfortable with. “Tell me, kitten, what exactly did you do besides steal millions from your daddy?”

“Is it really stealing when he’s dead and I’m his rightful heir?” I counter, my voice having more confidence than I’ve ever outwardly spoken. I don’t want anything that was Cormac Fitzgerald’s. That’s why I gave all his dirty money away in hopes it could do some good for others who need it and deserve it far more than he did.

There’s always a thrill that comes from doing something bad and then getting away with it. When I set out to dissolve all my family’s funds that were touchable, I didn’t get the chance to bask in the glory. I don’t even remember getting all of my father’s hidden accounts hacked, nor did I know if any transfers were completed until Krishna admitted to knowing what I did while he was showering.

The feeling of my victory is overshadowed by the realization that Liam knows I betrayed him in the worst possible way.

Do I care? On one hand, no.

I do wish I could have seen the look on Liam’s face. Saw the fury wash over him in slow motion as it registered the puppet he thought he raised and owned stole from him, crossed him in a way he didn’t believe a single person in this world had the courage to do. But the other part of me doesn’t experience that bravery. The other side of my coin is filled to the brim with fear. It knows what awaits us. It’s only a matter of time.

“I drained my uncle’s accounts dry; two of them, anyway. It’s not like he doesn’t have enough cash secured from his auctions, his real business. I barely made a dent in his wealth, but he’ll know it was me. He’ll even figure out I wiped the Fitzgerald accounts as well, though he may question the one you did. It was sloppy, you were slow, and you left a trail I didn’t have time to cover.”

“Did you just call my skills slow?”

Domenico barks out a laugh as the disbelief of my words reddens Krishna’s features.

“You’re overly cautious when you slither in a back door. It costs you time and leaves a digital fingerprint.” I flick my eyes to where Domenico is smiling proudly at me. “I don’t know why you’re enjoying this. Your methods aren’t any better. You may be quicker than him, but you don’t look ahead. Instead, you plow through, and you don’t watch your back. That’s even worse.”

The humor is wiped from his beautiful face quicker than I can blink my eyes. Before I can suck in a breath, he slides to the middle of the seat next to me, snatches my body like I weigh nothing, and then makes my center straddle his lap. He’s hard and the feeling of him against me goes straight to my head, making me momentarily lightheaded.

“I’ve warned you too many times, pet. That mouth of yours is too fucking sexy for your own good.” He fists the front of my shirt and yanks me forward until my lips crash into his in a head-on collision. Against my lips, he says, “Take the shirt off before I rip it off. I need to fuck before I’m past the brink of no return. I don’t enjoy how my balls ache for you or how my dick is left unsatisfied.”

His hand releases me as he goes for the belt buckle at the front of his pants.

“But we’re in the middle of a city. There are—”

“The windows are tinted, kitten,” Krishna cuts my argument off. “Now, be a good kitty and do as you’re told.”

I pull the soft material over my head, leaving me in a strapless bra with my legging high around my waist.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to fuck you, baby girl,” Domenico says as he unbuttons his pants and pulls the zipper down, his dark eyes on mine. “I need consent for that and a wife that wasn’t on her deathbed less than two days ago. But you are going to watch me fuck myself while I watch your dripping pussy weep for my dick.”

Lifting his butt off the seat, he slides his trousers and boxer briefs down his legs and from underneath me at the same time. Looking down, his big, angry cock stares up at me as if asking for something I’ve been telling myself I don’t want since the night we met in New Orleans.

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