Page 22 of Share Me, Daddy

Maybe he should have.

I pushed the thought away as quickly as I could and pulled my shoulders back as I leveled Caden with a firm glare all of my own.

“Play nice and maybe I’ll untie you,” I winked in Caden’s direction, grinning wider as he shifted in his ropes.

“I’m glad to see you, Anastasia,” Caden deadpanned, and Connor laughed out loud, his gaze shifting from his brother to me with interest. He paused for a second, and I looked away, hoping he hadn’t read anything into the long look that Caden and I had given each other.

“That’s more like it. Now, let’s get you guys out of here,” I offered, and I pulled a switchblade out of my pocket. Deliberately, I made a point to saw through Connor’s ropes first. It took me far longer than I would have liked, but eventually I freed him. I glanced pointedly in Caden’s direction as I moved onto Liam, who quietly thanked me for coming to their rescue. When both men were free, I finally turned my attention to Caden.

The tension between us was thick. I could still feel the sting of his hand across my ass and his gaze bored into mine. It was as if he was saying everything and nothing at all, and I breathed in a heated breath.

My pussy clenched hard.

Caden watched in silence and for a moment, I contemplated leaving him bound.

The thought brought me much delight.

CHAPTER 7

Connor

Interesting…

There was something going on between Caden and Anastasia.

I could sense a deep underlying tension between the two of them, and I couldn’t help but notice that the sweet little thing had been sitting a bit gingerly when she’d climbed into the car earlier.

I called in my own men to clean up and stage the scene before the cops arrived. The four of us had thanked Maxim for his help. With everything taken care of, we’d left the factory and returned back to the safehouse. Liam decided not to stay and headed home.

The tension between Caden and Anastasia only seemed to escalate from there, though. Caden’s expression seemed especially strained, and Anastasia had a constant blush painted over her cheeks. There were moments when she reigned defiant,but there were others where she seemed like she was too embarrassed to meet my brother’s gaze.

What had happened between them in my absence?

I stared down into my pint of Guinness, swirling it in the glass and watching the dark liquid whirl around the rim. Anastasia had gone to get ready for bed, and my brother was somewhere in the house, but I’d gone off to be alone for a little while as I tried to figure out how I felt.

The image of Anastasia walking down the aisle to me had been utterly perfect. As she made her entrance, the soft glow of the afternoon sun had bathed her in a radiant aura. Her shimmering, golden blonde locks caught the light in a breathtaking display, framing her face like a halo.

Her dress clung to her like a second skin. The way it accentuated every contour of her luscious curves was a sight I’d never forget.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still, and all I could focus on was the vision of Anastasia, the woman I was about to marry.

It had all felt like it was meant to be.

I tilted my glass upwards and took a big gulp, the velvety, creamy texture washing over my tongue. I lost myself in the taste of it for a moment.

The roasted malt flavor was front and center, like a strong, well-brewed coffee with a touch of decadent dark chocolate. It was as if I was enjoying a rich dessert, and the bitterness was balanced by a subtle sweetness that danced on the edges of my taste buds. I savored every second of it.

I favored a good pint of Guinness over whiskey or bourbon any day, much to the chagrin of my older brothers.

I glanced around the room and sighed. Concealed beneath the townhome’s unassuming exterior was a hidden speakeasy that functioned for the owners of the home. The dim, amber light cast a romantic glow on the exposed brick walls, creating an atmosphere of intimacy and seclusion. The exposed brickwork added character and authenticity to the space. Dark wood and gleaming brass details evoked an air of classic elegance. Plush leather armchairs and velvet-covered sofas were arranged throughout the space.

Sometimes I came here to escape.

Behind me, the soft sound of heels clicking against the hardwood floor caught my attention. I turned and found Anastasia still dressed in one of Ada’s pantsuits, and I had to admit, it fit her quite nicely. Everything other than her seemed to fade into the background.

As she turned to face me, I caught a glimpse of fire in her sage green eyes.

“Connor,” she said, her voice carrying with it an air of quiet determination. She was up to something, and I had a feeling I was soon going to find out what it was.

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