Page 44 of Villainous Soul

“And how does that make my current situation different?”

“Because you belong to me. And as long as you belong to me, they have no right to make those claims on you. Not to mention what they ask is archaic and disgusting.”

“They don’t know I’m married to you, and they can never know,” I said anxiously. “And I don’t belong to you.”

“You do, for the time being. I will handle the situation with Cormac.”

I sat up straight. “I will handle it. Please don’t get involved.”

He didn’t answer me but instead stood up. “You’ll be tired. I can take you home, or you can stay here.”

“I can’t go home.”

“Very well then.” He took my hand and led me upstairs to a bedroom. “You can sleep in here.”

“Thank you.” Given our past, I expected he would want me to sleep with him and was surprised when he made no move for that to happen.

“Aye, I’ll see you in the morning. Alan will have information for us.” he started to leave.

“Keir wait,” I said, placing my hand on his arm.

His eyes traveled from my hand to my own eyes. “Evie? I won’t force you.”

“You’re not forcing me.” I ran my hand along his chest. He pulled me into his embrace and kissed me hard, driving my lips apart with his tongue until a soft moan left me. I felt the slow heat of desire unfurl in me.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he said, backing me up toward the bed. I unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it off him, and then slipped out of my dress.

The air between us was charged, and my anticipation rose. I had touched myself over the past two weeks, hoping to relive what I had felt with him, but nothing compared. Nothing satisfied me like having him inside me. He sat me down on the edge of the bed and removed his trousers. I lay back and opened my legs, crying out as he entered me. My sex tightened around his cock as he slowly began to move in and out. Calm and rhythmic at first, the tempo quickly changed until he pulled out of me.

“Roll over,” he said urgently. “Now.” His voice was stern and coarse.

I flipped over on my stomach, confused by his harsh tone. My mind battled the sudden change in his demeanor, but my body deferred to the growing sensations of pleasure.

“Close your eyes,” he yelled as he blocked my face with his forearm. He plunged into me from behind, stretching me as his cock grew even larger, and he drove himself deeper with each stroke. I stifled a scream. I was entirely at his mercy. Every nerve in my body hummed with expectation. I was ready to come and felt my limbs begin to shake, but I willed myself to hold on a bit longer.

Our bodies were slick with sweat, and he moved on top of me with desperate savagery. Thrusting into me fiercely as he continued his onslaught almost to the point of pain. His foot stomped the ground, and a deep guttural howl echoed through the room. Animalistic and not of this world.

“Please,” I gasped, knowing I couldn’t hold on any longer. Everything in my body seized up in a finite central spot as if it were closing in on itself before exploding into a million pieces. Powerful and strong. And for a moment, it felt as if I had left the world as I knew it.

I slowly opened my eyes. Keir groaned and carefully pushed himself off of me. I stayed still, my legs too weak to move, and I continued to lay draped over the edge of the bed. There was an edge of fear in the room, and I felt as if I should be afraid.

He stood off to the side near one of the large windows. The light of the city silhouetting him in different colors. Several scars lined his back, jagged and thick. He turned and looked at me with blood-red eyes before storming from the room.

ChapterNineteen

KEIR

Holy fucking hell.

I went into my room, grabbed a pair of sweats, and pulled them on.

What the fuck just happened?

Bloody fucking Dearil had tried to come out.

He wanted her. I could feel his fucking lust. Only this was the first time I couldn’t fully control him, even while wearing the amulet. It took everything in my power to hold on as I did. Even then, I felt the metamorphosis as my body began to change from man to water horse. Evie could have been hurt, or worse, she could have seen him.

Me.

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