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I blanched. Frustration simmered within me as I tried to decipher the enigma that was Aidan. His mixed signals were driving me mad, and I couldn’t help but feel aggravated by the push and pull of the emotions he evoked within me. In a moment of impulsiveness, I grabbed my glass of water and flung it at him, the liquid splashing across his face.

Silence reigned for several long moments. My heart pounded in my chest, and I stopped breathing entirely, like my whole world was balanced on the edge of a knife, and this was going to make it topple over at any second.

But instead of reacting with anger like I expected him to, Aidan remained remarkably composed. His tumultuous gaze captured mine, and he reached over to the table to pick up one of the white cloth napkins. He calmly wiped his face, his eyes never leaving mine, and a faint, mysterious smile played on his lips. It was as if he knew something I didn’t, and that only added to my irritation. It was infuriating how he could maintain his cool demeanor in the face of my outburst, and yet, there was the promise of something darker beneath the surface.

“Fuck off, Aidan,” I exclaimed, and I stood up, the wooden legs of my chair grating against the tile floor. I stormed out of the room, leaving the rest of my plate behind. I hadn’t finished, but I wasn’t hungry anymore.

He didn’t chase me.

Somewhere deep down, a secret part of me wished he had. What would happen after that? I had no idea, but I kind of wanted to find out.

When I reached my bedroom, I slammed the door, the sound reverberating as loud as the gunshots I’d heard only hours ago.

CHAPTER6

Aidan

With a sigh, I wiped my face with a napkin.

I knew she was trying to get a rise out of me, but I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction. That’s what I told myself at least. I should have kept my composure, but something had come over me, and I’d baited her just to see how she would react.

I’d expected another smart retort, not her throwing water in my face.

She was a hellacious little spitfire and the most damning temptation I’d ever set my eyes on. Even in her anger, maybe especially so, she was radiant. From the firm set of her eyes, to the determined line of her lips, to the way she fisted her hands at her sides, she was aggravatingly sexy. Ever since I’d first laid my eyes on her, my cock had been painfully hard.

Even worse, I knew that she was innocent.

Fuck. I was only a man, and I could already feel my resolve waning. She had only been in my possession for two days.

What the fuck was I going to do?

She didn’t deserve a man like me. She needed a man that was soft and sweet. I wasn’t that. My desires were dark, too much for someone like her. Even now, my palm itched to take her over my knee and blister that bare little bottom until she begged for me to punish that sassy little mouth with my cock.

My dick jumped, flush with blood and rampant desire for the bratty hellion currently pouting in her room right now.

With a sigh, I collected her plate and scraped her leftovers into a large Tupperware container. She’d only eaten about half her meal. She needed more nourishment than that. Deep in thought, I washed, rinsed, and dried her dish, putting it away so that the kitchen was spotless. Grabbing the leftovers, I headed upstairs to her bedroom, and unsurprisingly, I found the door closed. I raised my fist to knock, but I decided against it.

I placed the food down in front of her door. If she got hungry during the night, she would find it waiting there for her.

I headed downstairs to my office and closed the door behind me. With a sigh, I sat down and started to look into the long list of properties at my family’s disposal. I worked late into the night, and after many phone calls between myself, Liam, and my brother Kieran, we decided it was probably best to get Irina out of Boston.

Once that was settled, I started making calls to my own associates and settled on a lakeside cabin in Lakeview, Maine owned by Cyrus Holt, an associate of mine in New York. When I was done, everything was set for Irina and me to fly into a regional airport nearby. It would be a short flight, but the distance should be enough to keep her safe. When I was finally finished making preparations, I sat back and pressed the back of my head against my chair with a sigh.

In an instant, my thoughts had turned back to her. The image of her down on her knees for me flashed before my eyes and I groaned as a surge of pleasure billowed up the length of my cock.

“Maybe you should play with yourself before bed tonight, sassy girl. Hopefully you’ll be in a better mood when you wake up.”

I slammed my own head back and growled. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, maybe I needed to follow my own advice. I jumped up from my desk and marched down the hall to one of the guestrooms. I’d decided to give Irina the master suite. I thought it might make her the most comfortable.

She should be in your bed instead.

With a roar, I closed the door behind me, trying to ignore my own desire and knowing it was soon going to get the best of me. In an attempt to distract myself, I unbuttoned and shrugged off my white button-up shirt and shucked my slacks off, which left me in nothing more than a pair of black boxer briefs. Without the pressure of my pants trapping my cock, I sighed in relief, but that didn’t last long.

After throwing my clothes into the hamper, I strode into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

As I stepped into the stall, the warm water cascading over me, I tried to shake off the turmoil that was consuming my thoughts. My mind was filled with images of Irina—the way she looked at me, the softness of her lips, the fire that ignited between us whenever we were near. But it wasn’t just desire that plagued me; it was the fear of losing control, of letting her in and starting a war between my family and hers. I kept telling myself that she was forbidden, but the water did little to quell the burning inside me.

My cock throbbed, and I did my best to ignore it.

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