Smart.
Really smart.
“So, you fuck him now, do you?” Dillan shakes his head as I push Keir’s hand away. When my eyes find Keir, I see him put his fingers in his mouth and lick them clean, right in front of my husband. Well, ex-husband, but the point is moot. “You wouldn’t even let me touch you in here,” he scoffs out, then glares at Keir, who sucks his last finger before smiling at Dillan. “But you let this killer finger fuck you in public?”
“She enjoyed it. Did you not see?” Keir adds.
The room has somehow gone silent, and people are taking notice of our interaction. We’re causing a scene in a place where we shouldn’t.
“Dillan.” The woman from our apartment who wears my ring comes up next to him and places her hand on his shoulder. Her eyes fall to me before they go back to him. “We should go. Let’s go home and have fun.”
“Yes, why don’t you go back to my apartment and fuck my husband?” I retort.
Dammit! I should have kept my mouth shut. Because it’s not just her eyes that fall to me, it’s also Dillan’s, who somehow manages to smirk, and Keir’s, who is … pissed.
“Just go,” I say, shaking my head and turning away from them both.
“It was nice knowing you, Sailor. You were once a good wife.” I spin back around, shocked at his words. “I mean … you do know he’s going to kill you, right?”
I wince because I did know this is probably true, but I have been holding out hope Keir would change his mind. Maybe, but probably not. And I have come to the realization that trying to stop him is useless. You can’t bargain with a killer. But you sure as shit can fuck one, right? And you sure as shit, can give him a hard time while doing it.
“At least he can fuck me until I come, something you had issues with.”
Fuck.
“Will you stop that?” I snap at Keir, who pulls his fingers from his mouth and then bites his lip.
“You taste so fucking good.”
“Fucking whore,” Dillan sneers.
“I’d watch your words,” Keir warns him.
Dillan shakes his head and gives me one last scathing look before he turns and walks off with his fiancée. I watch every step they take, holding hands might I add, as they walk up the stairs leaving us here.
“You brought me here on purpose,” I accuse.
Keir moves his head from side to side, cracking his neck before he steps in closer to me. “We should go. My cock is hard. Unless you want to drop to your knees and suck it right here? I am up for it if you are?”
I could kill him.
“Fuck you.”
“You can in the car if you’re that impatient.”
I take a step away from him, but he grips my elbow and pulls me back.
“I know who you are,” he whispers in my ear. “You can’t hide from me, lollipop.”
I balk at his words. “I can if I want to, and you don’t know me. You just think you do because you’ve had your cock in my pussy, but let me tell you right now you don’t. Let’s not get those two things mixed up.”
Taking off for the stairs as fast as I can, I hurry to the exit.
His voice is a whisper behind me as he grips my arm. “It isn’t wise to piss me off.” Venom coats his words when he speaks to me.
“Luckily for the both of us, I don’t care if I piss you off.” I pull my arm free and walk out the door. In the alley, Dillan is standing there, his arm around his new fiancée as he hugs her to him.
“You really want to make me angry?” Keir asks from behind me.
I don’t answer. I’ve said what I need to say. Why bother to speak again? He’ll just seduce me and then probably tie me to the damn bed again.
I don’t look forward to that—I hate being restrained.
Tomorrow is my last day.
What’s he going to do?
He told me a week—it’s been a week.
I’ve fucked him nine ways to Sunday and let him do things with my body I would never let anyone else do, and I don’t even know this man.
“You sound like a child,” I scold him.
He harrumphs next to me. “Child.” He shakes his head. “Dillan.”
Dillan turns and looks over at us.
Keir motions for him to come over, and when he does, Keir looks straight at him, waiting a moment before speaking, “You have my money?” I look at Keir who’s still as stone.
“Keir, you know the apartment hasn’t sold yet. I told your boys the minute it does, it’s all yours.”
Keir licks his lips and glances back at me. “Tell me, what made you marry her?”
“Huh?” Dillan asks.
“I said … why did you marry her?”